Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Understood, Uncle Chen."

Yang Xueli replied, then looked up at Ji Haobo as if to say something, but saw him wave his hand.

"I know what you want to say, and I know where you want to go. Let's go sit down and talk!"

He then took her hand, walked to the table, and turned to look at Big Gold Tooth.

"Old Jin, stop standing there and quickly pour some tea."

After a few people sat down, oh! There were still a few people left standing because there were no chairs.

"Xue Li, I know you're going to the ancient city of Jingjue, but you shouldn't be so reckless;

They should have at least brought some people with them. Luckily, they ran into us; otherwise, with these burdens, going anywhere would have been no different than sending them to their deaths.

As soon as he said that, the faces of the people next to him turned ashen, and a middle-aged man angrily tried to refute him.

But when Ji Haobo's sharp gaze swept over, the middle-aged man immediately felt a terrifying pressure coming towards him.

My heart skipped a beat, my vision went black, and I swayed so badly I almost fell to the ground.

Old Chen quickly helped him up and asked anxiously.

"Jianguo, Jianguo, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Haobo took out a cigar, slowly took a puff, and looked at the group of people, saying calmly:

"He's fine. Take him aside. I hope you remember, when I speak, don't be prepared to argue with me based on your ignorance."

Those people, who were the members of the archaeological team in the story, looked at him with a mixture of shock and anger, but none of them dared to speak.

"Xue Li, you have also awakened your bloodline. You have also read your grandfather's notes, right?"

Then you should know that many things in this world cannot be explained by the science that the United States keeps talking about.”

Yang Xueli was taken aback by his words and looked at him in disbelief:

How do you know all this?

She was utterly shocked; the Ji Haobo she knew before had never mentioned any of this.

Especially the matter of looking through my grandfather's notes, which should have been known to no one but myself.

Even the clansmen didn't know about the notebook, because my grandfather never mentioned tomb raiding in order to prevent the clansmen from making unnecessary sacrifices.

"Don't be surprised. Everything has its patterns, and I know more than you think."

Ji Haobo smiled and patted her hand reassuringly before continuing:

"Breaking the curse of your Zaglama tribe is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Otherwise, the Mountain Moving Taoists would not have been in vain for thousands of years, except for the deaths of generation after generation."

Even though your maternal grandfather was the most outstanding Mountain Moving Taoist, he was still physically disabled and lacked ambition. He led his clan to flee overseas and lived out his remaining years there.”

"you you you…"

Yang Xueli was so shocked that she couldn't speak, staring blankly at Ji Haobo in a daze.

Old Hu and the others nearby were completely confused, and Fatty Wang was scratching his head in bewilderment.

"Brother Bo, please explain in more detail! Your words are disjointed and incoherent, it's making me really curious."

Not just him, everyone was incredibly curious, even the members of the archaeological team.

After all, the word 'curse' has words like 'thousands of years' in it, which sounds very mystical.

"This matter involves ancient secrets, and the specific truth has long been unknown. I only know some fragments, the veracity of which is uncertain."

Ji Haobo did know some of the plot details, but they couldn't be taken entirely seriously; they were only information for reference.

However, seeing that these people wanted to listen, he thought for a moment, organized his thoughts, and gave a brief explanation.

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the corpse of an evil god from outer space fell into a mountain called Zaglama."

No one knows exactly how long ago this point in time is, so let's just call it ancient times for now!

Since an evil god is called a god, it cannot be judged by ordinary standards. Only its physical body dies, but its soul is immortal and exists in the imaginary space.

Gods naturally possess supernatural powers, and this evil god is no exception. Its soul used its supernatural power to 'transform realms' and pierced a passage connecting to the real world in the Zaglama Mountains.

As time passed, a group of people discovered this passage. Because it was like an abyss, they called it the Ghost Cave, a bottomless ghost cave.

Later, lured by the evil god's soul, no one knows how they descended to the bottom of the ghost cave, where they saw a snake-shaped skeleton that was endless in length and had giant eyes on its head.

They also discovered a bead in the giant's eye, which is what later generations called the Muchen Bead.

Faced with this exaggerated skeleton, these people called it the Snake God, worshipped it, and became fanatical believers.

Guided by the serpent god's spirit, they took the Muchen Pearl, learned its secrets, and traveled to Kunlun Mountain.

As for what they went to do, I won't go into that; let's continue talking about the Ghost Cave.

After those people left, time passed, and several groups of people came, including Xue Li's clan.

Legend has it that they migrated from the west or some distant place. Having lost their roots, they took the mountain as their tribal name and became known to outsiders as the Zaglama tribe.

After discovering this ghost cave, some of them were curious and wanted to go down and take a look.

But this also brought great disaster to the Zakrama tribe, as many strange snakes emerged from the ghost cave, and those who were bitten died instantly.

This disaster killed many of their people before the monster serpent was finally eradicated. But as time passed, they discovered something deadly: a curse.

Those who have seen the Ghost Cave will have an eye pattern appear on their shoulder, and their blood will slowly turn into a viscous gold.

Finally, their blood congeals, and they die a miserable death; almost no one lives to be forty.

This curse has been passed down through generations without end; the closer one gets to the Ghost Cave, the faster one dies.

But fortune and misfortune are intertwined; this deadly thing is both a curse and a bloodline.

Some members of the Zaglama tribe have awakened their bloodline and foreseen fragments of information about the future, understanding that the Muchen Pearl is needed to remove the curse.

The problem is that this thing has long been lost to the past. All they know is that the Muchen Pearl was obtained by Wu Ding of the Shang Dynasty in ancient times, and then its whereabouts became unknown.

So the Zaglama tribe left the Ghost Cave area, and some of its members transformed into mountain-moving Taoists to rob tombs everywhere, not for treasure, but only for the beads.

But thousands of years have passed, and generation after generation has died, without gaining anything at all.

By the time of Xue Li's maternal grandfather, the Zaglama tribe had already declined. Even though Partridge Whistle had explored countless tombs throughout his life, he could only drag his crippled body and flee overseas in the end.

Ji Haobo exhaled a puff of smoke before looking at the archaeological team who were listening intently.

"As for why I said you are all burdens, it's because the Ghost Cave is located in the Jingjue Ancient City."

The Silk Road was once incredibly prosperous, with numerous kingdoms large and small in the Western Regions. But why did they all disappear into the yellow sands? Is there anything strange about this?

Moreover, in the Taklamakan Desert today, the temperature difference between day and night could turn you into a mummy halfway there.

Not to mention that the place has become a dead zone, and there are bound to be many evil spirits and monsters there.

"Where are you old, weak, sick, and disabled people going to find yourselves to die? You might as well go home and hang yourselves."

"puff"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Old Hu and Fatty Wang were amused by his last sarcastic remark.

They didn't think these weak and uncouth archaeologists could survive encountering evil spirits or demons.