Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

"Fatty, you and Kan Jian mix sulfur and realgar powder and pour it into the four corner holes of the wall."

"Panzi, you and I will search this tomb chamber again for mechanisms and see if there are any other ways to go out."

This should also have a high probability of repelling the insects that fly out of the tomb. Although he didn't know if it would be effective, Wu Xie thought it was better to be safe than sorry, and it would also give him some time to find the mechanism in the tomb.

Qin Henian and the other two looked at Wu Xie's reaction speed with surprise, contemplation, and some dissatisfaction.

Qin Henian personally felt that Wu Xie learned things quite quickly, was quite shrewd, and was also very intelligent; he was a good candidate for learning intrigue and scheming.

Just then, Qin Henian's clothes seemed to be tugged. He turned his head and looked at the person who was pulling his clothes with a questioning look in his eyes... What are you doing!

"He Nian, you and the mute go and explore the rest of the tomb. Don't just stand here watching. Let go of the blind man's cheap apprentice and let him do his thing. That'll show you his true strength."

Hei Xiazi is quite skilled at teaching apprentices. Since they are currently in a tomb, Hei Xiazi is thinking of giving practical instruction on mechanisms, tomb knowledge, and environmental and danger management.

Hei Xiazi didn't want Zhang the Dumb and Henian to keep watch on Wu Xie here. This would give Wu Xie a sense of security, making him feel like he wouldn't die and would be rescued. This would prevent him from making any breakthroughs in training. He had to let the two of them leave first. Although he was a little reluctant to part with his beloved Henian, Hei Xiazi still had some professional ethics since he was being paid to do his job.

"Alright! Then Little Qilin and I will go check out other places. I'll leave this place to you!"

Upon hearing that he could be released alone, Qin Henian reached out his long, slender hand and grabbed Zhang Qilin's arm, pulling him around the tomb chamber. Frankly, aside from the golden walls, the chamber only had a large bell hanging from the ceiling in the center, making it feel quite empty...

"Little Qilin, where's the mechanism? Let's go for a stroll~ We'll leave this to the blind man, he can handle it!"

Qin Henian looked up at Zhang Qilin's face and made a suggestion when he met those indifferent eyes.

"it is good."

Zhang Qilin nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping across the tomb chamber, seemingly trying to find the mechanism before Wu Xie and the others noticed...

As expected of a big shot, Zhang Qilin quickly stood in front of the hanging clock, scanned the inscriptions on it, and turned to shout something in Wu Xie's direction.

"Wu Xie!"

"What's wrong, buddy? Did you find something?"

Upon hearing Xiao Ge call his name, Wu Xie turned around almost immediately and looked at him. Seeing Xiao Ge standing next to the large bell in the center of the tomb, he walked over as well. The closer he got, the clearer the patterns engraved on the bell became. The winding stripes were carved into documents. Almost simultaneously, Wu Xie took out his black-rimmed glasses from his bag and began to read the text on the bell.

"The Li clan cemetery, the site of the bell tower, the direction of the Xuan Tian flow, the fortune of the earth, the Li clan cemetery built by Marquis Li Cang of Dai..."

As Wu Xie read out the information on the clock one sentence at a time, many of the stars in the dog's eyes dimmed.

A family cemetery! A large family cemetery at that, containing the remains of many members, from marquises to nobles, and certainly including officials of all ranks. Opening these family tombs is entirely a matter of luck; the lucky ones find many burial goods, while the unlucky ones only manage to scavenge some scraps…

"A family tomb? How unlucky! If you ask me, Fatty, we've already made our money's worth by digging up so many gold bricks here. We shouldn't have gone into this kind of family cemetery to make trouble!"

Upon hearing it was a family tomb, Fatty Wang immediately considered going back. He reasoned that many family tombs didn't have long histories; several generations wouldn't accumulate much wealth. He figured it would be better to rob some ethnic minority tombs, unless it was a family like the Zhang or Gou families that were still active...

"Fatty is right. We've only been here a short time, and we've already gotten our money's worth with all these gold bricks. Young Master, why don't we go back?"

Having followed Wu Sanxing for so long, Pan Zi had learned quite a bit about the ways of the world and offered his advice.

"Let's go back!"

After reading the above documents, Wu Xie also had the idea of ​​going back. Anyway, the gold he had now was enough for him to use for a while. Once he had taken over the Changsha market completely, the room for maneuver would be much easier to manage.

"No, no, no! That won't do!"

"Eldest apprentice! Regardless of whether there's treasure in this tomb or not, you must explore the entire place!"

Hei Xiazi spoke up at the right moment, interrupting Wu Xie's thoughts. His eyes behind his sunglasses shone with an eerie light, and he raised a finger and waved it in Wu Xie's direction.

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to go back sooner? Then I can learn more skills from you, blind man..."

Wu Xie began to mutter to Hei Xiazi...

Standing next to him, Qin Henian looked constipated as he watched the off-topic conversation.

Suddenly, something heavy seemed to be placed on his shoulder. Qin Henian turned his head and met Zhang Qilin's gaze.

"Little Qilin, have you found a way out?"

Qin Henian tilted his head and asked.

"Um"

Zhang Qilin nodded, reached out and took Qin Henian's hand, and led them lightly in one direction. He pressed a few fingers on the wall, and a stone door suddenly appeared. Zhang Qilin and his men vanished into the tomb chamber in a flash.

pat!

The moment the firelight flared up, Qin Henian opened his eyes and saw a jade coffin as white as jade. The warm, soft touch on his hand suddenly gave way, and Qin Henian caught up with Zhang Qilin's steps. As he looked down, his two fair hands clasped together.

With a smile playing on his lips, Qin Henian was pulled closer to the jade coffin. He watched as Zhang Qilin effortlessly pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a woman dressed in Hanfu being buried inside.

The woman's skin looked very supple and bouncy. She lay quietly and motionless in the coffin, her hands clasped together on her abdomen, looking like a peaceful sleeping beauty.

"You've been here before? Do you know her?"

Qin Henian spoke with a teasing tone, glanced at the woman lying in the coffin, then turned to look at the hand that wouldn't let go even after the coffin lid was opened, and his heart skipped a beat.

If he wasn't mistaken, the "quality" of this coffin was somewhat unusual.

"Lady Xinzhui!"

Zhang Qilin looked at the female corpse lying in the coffin, and without any pity, grabbed her leg with one hand, lifted her up and threw her out. The moment the female corpse hit the stone ground, her snow-white skin instantly turned black and withered, leaving only a skeleton.

"Lady Xinzhui? The owner of this tomb?"

Qin Henian was curious. During the Han Dynasty, he was a "master of Han Dynasty clothing making." Because of his fondness for Han Dynasty attire, he spent most of his time posing as an ordinary citizen, spending his days drawing sketches indoors. He paid little attention to the affairs of the Han Dynasty court, so he didn't know many famous figures from that era, let alone inquire about them...

"no! "

Zhang Qilin's cold voice denied Qin Henian's guess. He tightened his grip on Qin's hand, pulled him by the waist, and stepped into the jade coffin to lie down. He then used a precise golden light to control the coffin lid and close it.

No? If not the tomb owner, then who is the tomb owner?

"So who exactly is the owner of this tomb? We didn't go through those two passages, and there aren't many coffins in this burial chamber. What's going on? Is the entourage even bigger than mine?"

Qin Henian, unconvinced, let his long hair fall over Zhang Qilin's chest and upper body, and with a smirk, he began to complain...