Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

After being reminded, Zhang Qilin took out a white cloth he had hidden in his bag, turned it over a few times, and opened the cloth to reveal an extremely complex pattern, the most eye-catching of which was a flying crane spreading its wings.

Drip-drop... drip-drop...

"I brought it, mute, don't you dare lay a hand on me! Otherwise, He Nian will come over later and nag me for not keeping a close eye on you!"

Bright red blood dripped onto the white cloth. A slender, long hand held a sealed wooden tube, tilting it in mid-air to scatter the viscous blood dripping onto the white cloth.

After looking at the empty wooden tube in his hand, Hei Xiazi shook it to make sure it was completely empty before stuffing it back into his bag.

Thank goodness... He and Zhang the Mute had prepared beforehand, otherwise, if they had cut themselves now and He Nian had seen it, they would have been finished!

On the snow-capped mountaintop where the cold wind howled outside, Qin Henian obediently felt the sensation transmitted from the mountain, and the nail of his left index finger suddenly grew longer.

With a snap of his fingers and a resolute determination, Qin Henian scratched a bloody gash on his right index finger with his left fingernail. Thick, golden-red fluid dripped down his finger, spreading across the white cloth. After a dozen or so drops of blood had accumulated, Qin Henian opened his mouth and put his index finger in his mouth, his heart aching with self-pity…

Waaah! Next time we go to a hot spring, I'll make you my sworn enemy!!

After using his own strength to heal his wounds, Qin Henian spread his hands on the white cloth, smoothing out the blood droplets. Then, he stood up and leaped into the white cloth, disappearing in a flash. A small, golden-red array diagram faintly appeared in the air outside the cloth…

In the dimly lit tomb, after blood dripped onto the white cloth, Hei Xiazi squatted down to wipe it smooth, then took two steps back, looking at the cloth with expectant eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Whoosh!"

A figure appeared, stepping out from the white cloth on the ground. The next second, the figure pulled the person into an embrace, hugging and touching them to check if anything was wrong.

Touching this and that was one thing, but being surrounded by so many people, even Qin Henian, with his thick skin, couldn't stand being stared at like a monkey... so he couldn't help but call for a stop.

"Little Qilin! I'm alright!!"

"Um"

Zhang Qilin's bland "hmm" expressed his current mood, but he then withdrew his hand, the tips of his ears turning slightly red in the darkness.

It's all his fault for being too impulsive! Sigh! Zhang Qilin remarked, "Having a wife has made my brain and body react much faster!"

"Alright, alright! Now that everyone's here, shouldn't we explore this place?"

Seeing that everyone had entered the tomb, Wu Xie suddenly remembered the detailed information Qin Henian had given them. Driven by curiosity, Wu Xie wanted to know why Henian and his group had targeted this tomb.

According to the photocopied documents he possessed, the large-scale tomb of a musician from the Northern Song Dynasty can be traced back to an old prince who loved listening to music. He cultivated no fewer than a thousand musicians in his palace, spending most of his life playing and listening to music. Until the late Northern Song Dynasty, when the court disintegrated, the old prince, preoccupied with his own affairs, was eventually driven to the Tibetan Plateau with all his musicians, servants, wife, children, and elderly relatives. In his later years, unable to take all his wealth with him, the old prince used his remaining funds to hire craftsmen and a feng shui master to build his tomb on a mountain in the Tibetan Plateau.

Back then, this old prince was quite ruthless. Although he usually seemed like a "lucky person," in his final moments, he ordered everyone in his palace, regardless of who they were, to set up a funeral array for him.

This funeral procession, a large group of people went up the mountain and entered the mausoleum built by the old prince in the mountains, but they never came down the mountain again.

"This tomb chamber is quite large! Let me take a good look..."

As Wang Pangzi listened to Wu Xie's words, he unconsciously began to look around the tomb they were in. Back in the desert, He Nian had given him a lot of good treasures, and this time Wang Pangzi wanted to find some good treasures to repay their big spender!

On the other side, after Qin Henian entered the tomb, his masked men stood on one side, without giving any orders or making any moves. The entire team carried out their operations in a disciplined and methodical manner, just like a military unit.

But this isn't their problem; it's just that they've been raised this way since childhood, and Qin Henian is already used to it.

Looking up, Qin Henian began to formally survey the tomb chamber. He discovered that the tomb chamber was quite large, with a total area of ​​about two or three hundred square meters. The surrounding stone walls were not covered with murals, but were all coated with a kind of black quartz powder that did not fade. It was dark yet had a light, so there were no hanging lamps or oil pans or other lighting in the tomb chamber. They only needed a little bit of flashlight beam to see the surrounding environment.

There was nothing wrong with the stone walls, but there was a stone lion in each of the four corners of the tomb, facing the center of the tomb. There was no coffin lying in the center of the tomb, except for a stone pit that looked like an iron pot. It was very empty, but if you looked up and got closer, you could see a pool of semi-transparent, yellowish viscous liquid in the stone pit, and above it was a bronze coffin that was suspended and was almost round in shape.

"A round coffin? What kind of good person would make their coffin round! And the ground is round too, Fatty, this is really eye-opening!"

Wu Xie looked up and immediately saw a strangely shaped coffin hanging not far in front of him.

Why is it considered strange? It's because the bronze wall outside this round coffin is carved with a curve that runs almost through the entire circle. Besides this, judging from the size of the coffin, it also presents an interlocking pattern with the large, round pit the size of an iron pot on the floor in the middle of the tomb.

Anyway, based on Wu Xie's deductions and calculations, that's what he thought. He couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"You know what... if we go by your thinking, naive, it might actually be... tsk tsk tsk..."

Following Wu Xie's idea, Fatty Wang mentally merged the round coffin with the large pit on the ground, and immediately clicked his tongue in amazement.

The four people next to them, Hei Xiazi, Zhang Qilin, Qin Henian, and Xie Yuchen, also noticed and began to look up and down at each other.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a round coffin like this. We'll have to think of a way to open it."

Xie Yuchen stared at the pit for a while, then at the coffin above his head. After calculating in his mind, he realized that it was indeed similar to what Wu Xie had said—it could be fitted! But if the coffin hanging was removed by them, and the coffin fell down, it would inevitably crash into the pit.

However, they still don't know what the unidentified liquid in the pit is. If it's toxic or highly corrosive, then the coffin on top absolutely cannot be taken down.