Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

When he first entered Zhangjia Ancient Building, he saw the so-called substitute.

For some unknown reason, the substitute grows up in sync with the original owner. When he turned on the face switch of the iron terracotta figure, what he saw was a childlike face that looked exactly like his own.

It lies silently inside the terracotta warrior, awaiting its destiny.

He stayed here for a day and a night that time.

As night fell, the once utterly silent third floor seemed to be enveloped by boundless resentment, chilling and terrifying, more eerie than any ancient tomb.

These doppelgangers, which slept quietly for half the day, seemed to awaken at night, with resentful and desperate cries occasionally emanating from the sealed terracotta figures.

He sat there all night, and before leaving the next day, he destroyed the double who looked exactly like him.

He wouldn't make decisions for other members of his clan who might need a substitute, but he could at least free the substitute who looked exactly like him.

Su Li patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder, interrupting his reminiscence.

"It's a good thing you destroyed that double, Brother Zhang, otherwise I would be too embarrassed to traffic people with your face on."

The child smiled broadly, like a mouse that had just stolen some oil, looking as if he had breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Zhang Qiling subtly curled the corners of his mouth when he saw Su Li's unconvincing words of comfort.

Su Li, clearly sensing Zhang Qiling's good mood, proudly flashed a "V" sign at his friend. He's a pro at comforting people!

As for the other members of the Zhang family...

Ha ha……

To hell with them...

Those who betrayed their families, abandoned their patriarchs, allowed their amnesiac patriarchs to be imprisoned and experimented on, and ended up on the streets—which of these things wronged them?

If the Zhang family truly cared about their patriarch, Zhang Qiling wouldn't have ended up in that situation.

They're not even as reliable as Black Bear, who casually picks up "bottles" every few days.

Black Bear tilted his head smugly: Keep a low profile, keep a low profile~~~

They ran away decisively when something happened, but now that they want to come back and use the Zhang family's things, that's out of the question.

Rather than leaving these things in Zhang Family Ancient Building and letting who knows who will benefit from them in the future, he might as well sell them all and give them to Brother Zhang and the others to buy things to save their lives.

Su Li showed no remorse whatsoever for abandoning someone's ancestral graves and taking all their ancestral treasures for protection; she didn't hesitate to collect the terracotta figurines without hesitation.

When the entire third floor was completely sold out, leaving only rows and rows of 'shelves', the six people had already stepped onto the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

Strictly speaking, the fourth and fifth floors of the Zhang Family Ancient Building are the true burial grounds of the Zhang family.

As soon as everyone stepped onto the fourth floor, they were stunned by the giant black tortoise statue that occupied more than two-thirds of the entire fourth floor.

The enormous black tortoise statue stood there, exuding an aura of antiquity and antiquity, making one feel as if they were facing not a lifeless statue, but a living, ancient beast.

On the back of this black tortoise statue are a series of exquisitely crafted small boxes of various shapes.

These various creatures, each only the size of a palm, were neatly arranged on the back of the black tortoise, stacked one on top of the other.

"Hey, what's this floor for? Is that a turtle in a wishing well? Why is it covered in wishing boxes? Are they full of treasures?!"

Wang Pangzi couldn't sit still when he saw those exquisitely crafted little wooden boxes. He excitedly performed a fly-like hand-rubbing technique to open a blind box, which was his favorite thing to do.

Hmm... This is Fatty who was focused on finding blind boxes while exploring the swamp of the Queen Mother of the West's Palace.

Just as Fatty Wang couldn't resist extending his wicked little paws...

"Snapped……"

A slap landed precisely on Fatty Wang's large, white hand.

“These are all coffins,” Xie Yuchen explained with a helpless sigh.

Fatty Wang gestured incredulously to indicate the size of the boxes, drawing a space the size of his palm in front of him.

"A coffin? Such a small coffin??? Mr. Hua, you're kidding me. This box is even smaller than the baby coffin Fatty saw in the underwater tomb. What could it possibly fit in? A hand?"

Wuxie: ...

"You're pretty good, Fatty! You guessed it right away." Black Bear put his arm around Fatty Wang's shoulder.

"Didn't you say you were going to be a terrible student? Were you secretly studying behind the blind man's back?"

"Holy crap! It really is a coffin made by hand?" Fatty Wang was dumbfounded, and the flesh on his face twitched involuntarily.

This family must be crazy! Who buries only one hand in their burial?!

Looking at the giant black tortoise covered with countless small boxes, Fatty Wang couldn't help but shudder.

The way you're doing this, it's going to greatly diminish the fun Fatty gets from opening blind boxes! ~_~

"When an ordinary member of the Zhang family dies, his right hand is cut off and buried in the Zhang family's ancient building, while his body is disposed of by his family."

Zhang Qiling gave an affirmative answer.

This has been a long-standing custom of the Zhang family, which is why so many layers of wooden boxes have been accumulated on top of this black tortoise over thousands of years.

"How about it, Little Ali? These are all hands from the Zhang family, aren't they valuable?"

When Su Li heard Hei Xiazi's words, the look in her eyes was beyond incomprehension.

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?!

"What are you going to do with it, make pickled chicken feet?"

When Xie Yuchen saw the way Su Li looked at Hei Xiazi, he was about to feel relieved that the child's behavior was much more normal this time. But upon hearing this, he felt a wave of dizziness and almost broke down...

"It's not that it's impossible. The blind man's pickled chicken feet are delicious. Let me tell you, besides stir-fried rice with green peppers and shredded pork, the blind man's snacks to go with drinks are absolutely amazing, you know? The blind man... ouch..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Xie Yuchen gave Hei Xiazi a sharp rap on the head.

What the hell is this soaked chicken feet...?

It's like pickled peppers with a raised bump on your finger!

Or perhaps they're already dried out...

It could also be the skeleton of the Tomb Raider...

Zhang Qiling: …

It's hard to judge why his friends were discussing pickled chicken feet while looking at the remains (or rather, the hands) of their clansmen; he'd better not get involved.

These two will definitely try to get him to agree on a winner.

There was nothing else on the fourth floor except for the Xuan Turtle carrying a large number of wooden boxes containing severed hands.

Su Li had no interest in taking these severed hands back to make pickled chicken feet.

They quickly bypassed the Xuan Turtle that occupied a large area of ​​space, hurried upstairs, and finally arrived at the unified burial site of the Zhang family patriarch.

The fifth floor of the Zhang Family Ancient Building is a magical place, a place where no one but Zhang Qiling is qualified to lie down...

Zhang Qiling: ...I didn't really want to lie down here, thank you...