Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Although Qiu Dehao was a foreigner, he was completely familiar with China. Looking at the overflowing teacup, he was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape.

Holy crap! We just finalized a deal worth 200 million in merit, and you're already kicking us out?

"Um, I have something to do, so I'll head back now. See you tomorrow..."

Watching Qiu Dehao leave quickly with a dark expression, Old Hu found it somewhat amusing and turned to look at Ji Haobo.

"Master Bo, what is it about Changbai Mountain that's worth such a high price?"

"Heh! Have you forgotten the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds that you saw in the underwater tomb?"

Ji Haobo smirked and said to the three of them:

"This old man is obsessed with immortality. He thinks there's something inside that can make people live forever. He's completely blinded by his own limited perspective. Looking for immortality in a tomb, isn't that ridiculous?"

"Hahaha…"

"That's ridiculous. People who live forever wouldn't have tombs. People with tombs are all dead. They're not living forever!"

In late April, Kyoto was bathed in spring sunshine and blooming flowers, but Changbai Mountain was blanketed in heavy snow.

This trip involved a large number of people; in addition to Ji Haobo and his two companions, Qiu Dehao led a team of fifteen.

Judging from their movements and their professional discipline, Ji Haobo figured they weren't mercenaries, but a special forces team, probably still in active duty.

I don't know how Qiu Dehao managed to persuade certain people to invest.

After two days of trekking through mountains and rivers, the group reached the snow line.

The temperature here is below -20 degrees Celsius, and the snow is very thick. Every step you take is knee-deep, and that's only because the ground underneath is frozen; otherwise, it would be impossible to walk.

Among the crowd, Qiu Dehao was the only one who was old and frail, and he had to be supported by the people he brought with him the whole time.

"Old Qiu, you didn't do any shady deals with Wu Laosan this time?"

Ji Haobo was curious whether his appearance had disrupted the plot, whether Bai Mian'er and Zhang Menzi had arrived, and whether those guys had been out of touch for a long time and were up to something.

Upon hearing his question, Qiu Dehao laughed, panting heavily.

"No, Wu Laosan always acts suspiciously. He never shows up himself, but he lets his nephew muddy the waters in front of him."

So before I came here, I made a deal with someone to get that group of people to Motuo.”

Ji Haobo was taken aback by his words, looked at him with some surprise, and tentatively asked:

"You didn't sell them to Zhang Haihe, did you?"

"You...how do you know?"

Qiu Dehao's pupils contracted, and he felt an indescribable fear of Ji Haobo.

Zhang Haihe was someone he had inadvertently connected with some time ago. No one should know about this except for the two parties involved, but...

Ji Haobo did not answer him, but pondered in his heart that his arrival had ultimately changed the original trajectory.

Wu Laosan must have been very troubled, and he probably cursed himself behind his back countless times.

But this is for the best; at least Zhang Menzi's fate has changed somewhat.

Seeing that he did not answer him, Qiu Dehao did not dare to ask any more questions. He just sighed inwardly, wondering whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to have Ji Haobo accompany him this time.

Each person, lost in their own thoughts, remained silent and continued on their way.

For Yunding Tiangong to cross the border into Goryeo, Qiu Dehao had already made arrangements, but it took a lot of effort and a lot of money to get the permit.

It took the group four days to reach the vicinity of the Three Sacred Mountains, mainly because Qiu Dehao couldn't withstand the cold temperature and high altitude, which delayed them considerably.

"Wow! There are three mountains ahead, one big and two small. Which one should we climb?"

Fatty Wang looked at Qiu Dehao as he spoke, teasing him in a playful tone:

"Old man, are you sure you can handle this? There's no ambulance here. Don't die before you even get on!"

Qiu Dehao ignored him with a dark face, and just held the oxygen tank and breathed heavily.

He had long since gotten used to Fatty Wang's endless nagging, and knew that if he responded, he would only get angry and wouldn't shut the fat man up.

At this moment, Lao Hu looked at the three mountain peaks in front of him, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Master Bo, this mountain is strange; the three dragon heads all originate from the same vein."

"From the outside, this dragon vein does appear to be just one line, but underground it is interconnected and intertwined. In feng shui, this is called a 'Dragon Cluster,' which is said to be suitable for mass burials."

So, apart from the main tomb located at the foot of the central peak, there are secondary tombs on both sides. We only need to enter from the nearest peak.”

At this point, Ji Haobo gave Lao Hu a mysterious smile:

Don't ask me how I know; I've only heard a little bit about it.

Wang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laugh when he saw Lao Hu's face darken.

Neither he nor Ji Haobo understood feng shui, and they could only watch Lao Hu pontificate and show off. They never expected to be the ones being shown up in the opposite way.

When Qiu Dehao heard that he only needed to enter from the nearest mountain peak, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

All he knew was that the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds was in the vicinity of the Three Sacred Mountains, but its exact location was completely unknown.

Although they didn't need to go to the main peak, they only visited the nearest secondary tomb, and the group didn't reach the summit until noon on the second day.

"Phew... Master Bo, there's snow everywhere here, and the area below must be frozen solid. How are we going to find the entrance?"

Fatty Wang leaned against a block of ice, panting heavily, and looked out at the abyss between the three mountains, his heart pounding with fear.

Beside him was Qiu Dehao, the old man who was now relying entirely on an oxygen tank to stay alive.

Ji Haobo rolled his eyes as he watched the two of them, one terrified of heights and the other practically an ICU patient, and turned to give Qiu Dehao his instructions.

"Clear away the snow around you and look for anything unusual."

These guys are in pretty good physical condition. Although they can't compare to Fatty Wang, their stamina is miles ahead of his.

Even though they were exhausted, upon hearing Ji Haobo's instructions, they immediately scattered and used entrenching tools to clear away the snow.

Although they were brought by Qiu Dehao, they had been captivated by Ji Haobo's ability to walk on snow without leaving a trace and to move freely wherever he went.

After all, in such a dangerous and icy place, having a strong leader greatly increases the chances of survival.

The area wasn't large, and after a dozen or so people searched, they quickly discovered a layer of ice of different colors under the snow.

"Prepare your ropes, everyone. I'll cut through the ice, then you can go down and rest."

Upon hearing this, the special forces team, who had originally planned to use entrenching tools to help, took out ropes while wondering how he would break through the ice.

But their eyes widened immediately as Ji Haobo conjured the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, slicing through the solid ice as easily as cutting tofu.

What shocked them even more was that Ji Haobo casually grabbed a block of ice weighing several hundred kilograms and tossed it aside like a bubble.

Before these people could even react, a hole several meters in size had already been cut open, and it was pitch black inside, with no one knowing how deep it was.