Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

His abrupt and cryptic words left Fatty Wang, whose brain was full of fat, completely bewildered.

"Brother Bo, what does it have to do with the people at Niuxin Mountain who play with explosives? Do you think they could just throw explosives here?"

"Besides spouting nonsense, can your mouth say anything useful?"

Old Hu was so exasperated by this guy's thought process that he laughed, then he scolded him with a serious expression:

"Use your stupid brain to think about it. They are an archaeological team and experts, not tomb raiders. Even if they can't find the tomb, they would never use explosives to blow up the mountain, right?"

"And for the sound to travel that far, that attack must have used a lot of explosives."

"Old Hu is right. Archaeology is a meticulous profession, and it is virtually impossible to use explosives."

Otherwise, after a few shots, everything inside would be shattered into dust, and then there would be no point in researching it.

I think something must have gone wrong, or they've discovered something they had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Ji Haobo recalled the plot he had seen in his previous life. There were indeed experts who planted explosives at Niuxin Mountain, but this was clearly unreasonable.

They knew perfectly well that it was the tomb of the Empress Dowager of the Liao Dynasty. Who would dare to recklessly plant explosives in such a large tomb?

Moreover, explosives can't be used at will; approval from higher-ups is required.

Ji Haobo's words made Lao Hu's pupils shrink and his eyes widen.

"Master Bo, you mean the thing inside has risen from the dead?"

"No way! They haven't even gone in yet and the corpses are already up? But even if they are up, those armed police will just shoot them all in one go, wouldn't they be dead?"

Fatty Wang was a little skeptical. He thought it was just a rice dumpling, and that Old Wang could have been beaten into mincemeat by Master Bo with his bare hands that night.

Now, facing the armed police's firearms, how much better can things go? They'd probably be lying back down after just one burst of bullets.

"It shouldn't just be corpses rising from the dead. Have you forgotten about those vengeful spirits from last night? What would you do if there were any of those things among them?"

Besides, Lao Hu said that it was the tomb of an empress; how could there be few people buried there?

"hiss…"

They all gasped in shock; if a group of ghosts really did emerge, it would be terrifying.

"If that's the case, won't the villagers working on Niuxin Mountain be in danger?"

Yingzi looked worried. She had seen those evil spirits last night, and ordinary things were simply no match for them.

Even if you smear blood on the knife like Brother Bo did, it probably wouldn't be enough!

Old Hu and Fatty Wang were also very worried. They knew most of the villagers there. If something happened to them, how would the villagers survive?

"It should be fine. There are experts there, although I don't know how many."

But among the group we encountered, there was a middle-aged man whose strength was probably about the same as mine.

Ji Haobo's words surprised the group, but they also breathed a sigh of relief. Since there were experts on the other side, they must have been prepared.

"You all start a fire first, just in case. I'll go chop some more firewood."

Night fell quickly, and a sizable bonfire burned brightly, which Ji Haobo had set up by cutting down a few trees.

He worried that the explosion at dusk might cause something to escape from the tomb, potentially disturbing the wild animals in the mountains.

If there are armed police guarding the outside, and everyone runs into this area, it will be quite dangerous.

"Wow! Tonight's meat has lingzhi mushrooms and all sorts of fungi added, making it not only more delicious but also more nourishing. After just two bowls, I'm sweating profusely and almost have a nosebleed!"

Fatty Wang stared at his empty bowl, then looked at the pressure cooker, his expression full of conflict.

The delicious taste made him want to eat more, but his body's reaction told him that he really couldn't take it anymore.

"Alright, starting tomorrow, you'll all practice standing meditation with me. After a while, you can pick up your old armor-wearing skills again, and I'll teach you fist techniques when I have time."

After the group finished eating, Ji Haobo told Yingzi to go to the tent to rest first, while the three of them kept watch for the night.

The nights in these mountains and forests are even more lively than the days, with the chirping of insects being even more intense.

More wild animals roamed the darkness, and rustling sounds filled the air.

Even Fatty Wang was terrified by these noises. He didn't snore loudly as usual and could only remain in a half-asleep state.

It wasn't until midnight that Ji Haobo, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly noticed that the chirping of insects nearby had disappeared, and the wild beasts that used to roam around the area had also stopped moving.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the three wolves next to him had also become alert.

"Old Hu, wake up, something's up."

Upon hearing the shouts, not only did Old Hu immediately wake up, but Fatty Wang also reached for the machete beside him at the first opportunity.

The two didn't waste any words, because apart from the rustling of leaves in the night wind;

The branches in the campfire crackled and popped, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Ji Haobo turned around to wake Yingzi, only to find that she was already awake and coming out of the tent with a hunting rifle.

As they stared into the surrounding darkness, a chilling, strange wind blew from afar, dimming the blazing campfire.

Just as Ji Haobo was about to shine his flashlight in that direction, he heard the sound of something running in that direction. The noise was quite loud and was getting closer.

By the light of the fire, the group quickly spotted a large, hazy figure at the end of the flames, hovering about twenty meters from the camp.

Although the light was dim, the group still managed to guess who it was: Biaozi. His size was indeed as Ji Haobo had estimated, and even a bit larger.

The creature didn't approach any further; it merely glanced at the camp before turning back to stare at the path it had come from.

Fatty Wang's legs trembled, and he said nervously in a pinched voice:

"Bo...Bo, what's wrong with Biaozi? Is something chasing it?"

Old Hu was also terrified, his face pale. If what Fatty said was true, and there was something that could hunt it down, how terrifying would that be?

"What the fat man said is both right and wrong; something is definitely chasing after us."

But I bet Biaozi lured it here; this guy wants me to be his helper!

Now Ji Haobo also understands why Biaozi was able to kill that white-haired yellow weasel last night;

Then he ate a very nourishing bite, but he just threw it back for him.

So this guy was doing someone a favor, and now it's his turn to pay up the debt. What a cunning beast!

Hearing this, Lao Hu and the other two guessed what was going on more or less, but Fatty Wang found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Is this guy really that smart? Does he even know how to reciprocate?"

I think Biaozi is much smarter than you.

Ji Haobo gave him a disdainful look and then instructed the others:

"I'll go check it out. You guys keep the campfire burning, and be careful too."

After saying that, he turned on his flashlight and slowly walked in that direction.