Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Wu Xie didn't think for long. Looking at the seemingly straight road in front of him and the walls of coffins stacked on both sides, he closed his eyes and walked in a straight line based on his intuition.

He closed his eyes and walked about twenty or thirty meters away when his foot kicked a wooden board, making a soft "bang..." sound. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt a weight on his hand.

Wu Xie opened his eyes in surprise and saw the large white dog-leg knife that Su Li had secretly slipped into his hand.

When did you put it away?

Earlier, in that little green cave, when Uncle Tai and his group came over, he originally wanted to put away his knife, but when he reached out, he found nothing. He thought that when the big fish flung him away, he had dropped it somewhere.

“When Lao Yang went to gut the fish,” Su Li explained softly.

Wu Xie manually gave a thumbs up; Ali reacted really quickly.

Holding the large white dog leg in his hand, Wu Xie stepped back, flipped his hand, twirled his knife, and raised his hand to slash straight down.

The sound of rotten wood shattering echoed throughout the room, and dust and ash rained down on us.

A small space, the remains of countless great-grandparents, filled with mold and dust, swirling everywhere...

The group was engulfed in dust before they could even cover their mouths and noses.

"Cough cough cough..."

A gentle breeze blew by, dispersing the dust and leaving only four people covered in soot and coughing repeatedly.

Feeling the familiar fluctuations of spiritual energy in the breeze, and enduring Su Li's resentful gaze, Wu Xie smiled guiltily. He hadn't thought things through and acted rashly...

People have unlimited potential when they want to defuse awkward situations, especially someone like Wu Xie, whose mind works best when things get urgent.

The cleaning technique, which was not very skillful before and had a low success rate, is now accurate every time, except for the slightly longer pre-cast animation.

Su Li looked pleased. With her little darling's talent, she would have to be a disciple to start out in the cultivation world.

Lao Yang and Liang Shiye felt as if they had taken a cold shower that lasted for a full second. A cool sensation swept from head to toe, and they felt refreshed and clean.

"Holy crap..." Lao Yang's eyes widened, feeling like he no longer recognized this childhood friend from his memories.

Three years have passed, and the previously unheard-of "hidden universe in the sleeve" seems to be inexhaustible. His combat prowess is also considerable; he killed a huge monster fish with a single strike (although they almost both died). Now he also possesses this amazing magic...

Can Old Wu's plan really succeed?

Unlike Lao Yang, Liang Shiye didn't have as many thoughts. He only had one idea in his mind: the old man seemed to have stumbled upon a powerful patron! A really powerful one at that!

Yesterday, Wu Xie had already taken control of the supply chain, and now he was staring at Wu Xie with starry eyes and burning desire, not even daring to blink.

Wu Xie coughed lightly, feeling embarrassed by the stares, and pointed to the broken coffin lid and the pile of bones on the ground.

"Old Liang, it's time for your expertise..."

Master Liang was called out by Wu Xie and came back to his senses, and quickly stepped forward.

"Boss, just you wait and see! I may not be able to speak for anything else, but I'm an absolute professional in this area!!"

The moment Liang Shiye uttered the word "boss," it meant that he was completely at Wu Xie's disposal. Such an experienced and discerning person was a valuable asset to Wu Xie's small antique shop.

However, Su Li was now more curious about what Liang Shiye's expression would be if he went to Wushanju in Hangzhou with them and saw a room full of counterfeit goods.

No, I must see it! Master Liang's life must be saved!!!

After expressing his loyalty to Wu Xie, Master Liang squatted down to examine the bones scattered on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the more I looked, the more alarmed I became, and my initial uncertain guesses were confirmed.

"Boss, this isn't a Miao cave burial; these coffins contain remains from the Qing Dynasty..."

At this point, Master Liang paused, took a breath, and showed everyone what he had just found in the pile of broken coffins.

"What, what is this thing?" Old Yang asked, looking at the fragment of some unknown object lying in Liang Shiye's palm.

The clerk examined each of the fragments in his hand. "These are all peacock feathers..."

"What, what are you doing?" Lao Yang said, "Don't give me this nonsense and keep me in suspense. You cultured people are so hard to understand."

"In the Qing Dynasty, only officials of the fifth rank or above were qualified to wear the official hat and peacock feather."

"Well, then what? Is there anything to say?" Lao Yang had no concept of these things and didn't know what it meant to have the corpses of thousands of fifth-rank officials piled up together.

Liang Shiye's move was essentially showing off to the blind.

Black Bear: ...No, I know more about this than any of you do...

Seeing that Lao Yang didn't understand, and that Wu Xie and Su Li looked uninterested, Master Liang knew that his self-introduction was a waste, so he stopped keeping him in suspense and explained to Lao Yang.

"Based on the number of official hats and peacock feathers I have found in this small area so far, the thousands of coffins here contain the remains of officials of the fifth rank or above."

Moreover, they were most likely killed on the spot and immediately placed in their coffins.

As Liang Shiye spoke, he casually stuffed a piece of skull, which was connected to part of the upper body, into Lao Yang's hand, pointing to a mark on the collarbone that was clearly left by a sharp weapon.

"Do you know what it means to have thousands of fifth-rank officials die silently in such an unknown cave?"

Old Yang became more and more confused by Liang Shiye's words, and shook his head blankly.

Liang Shiye sighed wearily.

"Sigh...you really are...thousands of officials of this rank were executed, and their corpses were arbitrarily buried or even used as part of a formation..."

"The Manchus did not have the custom of cave burial. They were so ruthless in slaughtering thousands of fifth-rank officials. I wonder what kind of shocking secret they were trying to cover up."

"Hiss..." Lao Yang tried hard to turn his head, then gasped.

"understood?"

"I understand, I understand." Lao Yang shuddered, threw down the skull in his hand, and nodded quickly.

Master Liang was satisfied, feeling a great sense of accomplishment as a teacher. Ignoring the dirt on his hands, he raised his hand to touch his already unkempt mustache.

"call……"

A cool breeze brushed against the back of the old man's neck, making him shudder as he was about to show off.

With an agility beyond his years, he darted very quickly behind Wu Xie, who now gave him the greatest sense of security.

"Holy crap, Lao Liang, what are you doing?" Wu Xie was startled by Liang Shiye's sudden outburst, and almost instinctively turned his hand to slash behind him with the broadsword in his hand.

Liang Shiye had no idea that he almost really became 'Liang' Shiye, and he hid behind Wuxie, trembling with fear.