Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Looking at the towering piles of meteorite jade in the warehouse, many long sections had been cut into pieces, but fortunately, the bluish-yellow energy within the jade was still there. As long as he spent more time alone with this pile of meteorite jade later, absorbing its power would be much smoother. However, there were too many fragments, unlike the previous whole pieces, so he estimated it would take quite a while.

Qin Henian spent the entire day in these warehouses.

High above, white clouds drifted in layers, a sea of ​​blue and white clouds interwoven with golden sunlight. Through double-layered tempered glass, Qin Henian sat on a specially made soft sofa, his eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

In the front row of seats on the private jet, Zara Rossi pulled out a small table in front of him, on which were laid out a dozen or so sheets of information about a small village.

"Sister Rosie, is that village that has guarded Thunder City for generations, following the order of the Weaver, the place we're going to?"

Wu Xie had become the leader of the team heading to Thunder City, and naturally, he sat next to Zararossi, who could provide him with intelligence and information. This allowed Wu Xie to clarify their destination while also learning about the third document He Nian had previously sent them: the Thunder Tower woven by the King of the South Sea... oh no... the Thunder City Tomb.

"Ok!"

Zara Rossi nodded, giving Wu Xie a definite answer.

"The Mute Village? A village that has existed for so long, the villagers probably all know each other. If we go there directly, we probably won't be able to find out the exact location of Thunder City."

“Most ethnic minorities are quite xenophobic, and this kind of village with a strong sense of protection is probably even more so. We should set up camp outside the village first, get a feel for it, and then decide what to do next.”

Wu Xie's little brain worked quickly, and he immediately pointed out the biggest obstacle to the village they were going to.

"Hmmmm, there's a high probability that what you're saying is true. If possible, we can disguise ourselves and go into the village to take a look first. If necessary, we'll also need to make some human skin masks and learn from the old ways of the Wang family to infiltrate and gather information."

Zhala Rossi echoed Wu Xie's words and offered another solution. Children who grow up in families and tribes mature first, and with the many traditions they need to learn as they grow up, solving problems and raising questions are the first things that come to their minds.

"Learning from the Wang family, that's great! Rossi, you're really smart!"

After listening to Zara Rossi's suggestion, Wu Xie reviewed the possible outcomes of the method in his mind, and then spoke with a smile, unconsciously clapping his hands.

Three rows behind the right seats, Zhang Qilin, Qin Henian, and Hei Xiazi sat together. About ten centimeters away from the three of them, a semi-transparent golden-red light shield, invisible to the naked eye, enveloped their seats.

With a few clicks, Black Bear pulled out several clothes racks from who-knows-where, folded them up in a few quick movements, and hung them directly above the seats. The moment after securing the clothes racks, Black Bear conjured up a large black cloth out of thin air. The cloth had straps at the four corners, and once the straps were tied to the clothes racks, the black cloth completely covered the three of them. They couldn't see each other from the outside, and the three of them couldn't see each other from the outside. With the cover in place, they could speak without any burden.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Qin Henian was dozing off while admiring the white clouds and blue sky outside the plane window when he heard a clicking sound. He turned his head and saw Hei Xiazi's series of operations. After Hei Xiazi finished, he tilted his head and blinked his big eyes to ask a question.

"Sigh~ It has to be mysterious! The blind man has a little question he wants to ask his wife~"

After packing up his things, Hei Xiazi sat down and put his arm around Zhang Qilin's shoulder, who was sitting in the middle. While staring at Zhang Qilin with a cold expression, Hei Xiazi first gave a strange sigh before uttering his question.

"What's the problem? Tell me."

Rolling his eyes at the person, Qin Henian turned his face back to the window, admiring the white clouds and blue sky.

"It's not a big problem, it's just... one night when the blind man was sleeping, he felt like his body was becoming more and more transparent. My dear Henian, do you know what this means?"

When Hei Xiazi recalled that one night he and Pan Zi had found a comfortable spot in the tomb to rest, he felt his body becoming lighter and lighter in the middle of the night, with a weight that was completely different from his usual weight. He immediately opened his eyes and saw that his feet and calves were somewhat transparent. He felt as if he was about to disappear, but he also had a feeling that he was about to be pushed away.

Fortunately, Panzi was already fast asleep, and it was his turn to keep watch. Otherwise, if Panzi had seen his change, he wouldn't have known how to explain it to anyone. Of course, if Panzi had known about his condition, Hei Xiazi wouldn't have brought him out of the tomb alive.

"I have this problem with my hands too."

After hearing Hei Xiazi's question, Zhang Qilin pursed his lips, recalling the time when he tried to pull up his pants while using the toilet and suddenly half of his hand was gone...

Because the situation was rather awkward at the time, Zhang Qilin kept it to himself and didn't speak up. But now that everyone had told him about his situation, he decided to share his own experience.

After listening to their accounts, Qin Henian instantly raised his hand and grabbed one of Hei Xiazi's and Zhang Qilin's hands, closing his eyes to sense the condition of their beast bodies.

In a vast expanse of white mist, the figures of a small Qilin and a small Pixiu were faintly visible as they circled around a blue water sphere.

Without needing to look any further, Qin Henian opened his eyes.

"The operation of this small world is becoming more and more perfect. Except for me, who accepted the mission from the Little Heavenly Dao, you two did not, which is why you were gradually rejected after transforming into beast bodies."

"But it's alright. I'll curse Little Heavenly Dao's ancestors in my heart and ask it to give you two a back door so we can leave after we've finished our business."

While answering Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin's questions about their current situation, Qin Henian was already cursing inwardly.

Damn it, even if you want a cow to work, you still have to feed it grass. Now you want to kick me out of my way? No way...

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Beyond the border, endless green mountains stretch as far as the eye can see. Along the winding path, a small row of tiny black dots darts through the mountains, their shoes crunching over the lush green grass.

The left border, where green mountains meet, marks the point where the boundary with China is clearly defined.