Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

After getting off the plane, we drove through several large villages on the edge of the border, and then drove around several mountains according to the map. Finally, we parked the car next to an abandoned military factory and hiked up a low mountain.

According to the information, the path leading to the underground river of Thunder City is located inside the Mute Village, but the exact location will have to be explored once everyone actually arrives at the place.

Upon reaching the highest point of the hill, Wu Xie took out his binoculars and held them up to observe the distant villages.

On the other side, Qin Henian looked at the two people beside him who looked like his guards, smiled, and reached out to zip up the large backpacks on their chests. With a tearing sound, he pulled open the zipper and reached his small hand inside the backpack.

Bo~

A jelly was taken out. After tearing off the plastic wrap, Qin Henian put the jelly to his lips, pressed it with his hand, and it popped into his mouth with a soft, sweet taste that lingered on his tongue.

"good to eat!"

Qin Henian chewed with his cheeks puffed out. After finishing one, he still wasn't satisfied. With his other hand, he dug and dug in another backpack. When he came across something hard, he pulled it out.

Apricots! They're still a bit hard, I'll leave them for another two days...

After looking at what he had in his hand, Qin Henian put the apricot back into the backpack where it had been, "untouched".

"Heh! Honey, if you want something soft, trade me one of your treasured possessions~ I don't need many, just one or two pieces will do~"

Black Bear chuckled first, then spoke in a cheeky tone.

"roll!"

The people walking ahead were already used to Qin Henian and his two companions' constant bickering. As Wu Xie walked, he discussed the next steps with Xiao Hua, Fatty, and Rossi.

"Among our group, besides Fatty, only my cheap master is a social thug. It's more appropriate to leave the task of inquiring about the village to him. We'll set up camp outside the village."

"According to what we've heard, there seem to be two warlord factions in this area, and they clash with each other from time to time. We'd better stay away and not get involved. Fortunately, we didn't bring many people with us this time, so we shouldn't attract their attention."

Wu Xie spoke very loudly, and he knew that with his volume, the three people talking behind him could hear him, especially Hei Moumou, who was about to start working.

"Tsk...Even between master and disciple, accounts must be settled clearly. Wu Xie, if you want the blind man to work, you'll have to pay him enough!"

Hei Xiazi wouldn't tolerate Wu Xiaogou. In his eyes, there were only two kinds of people: the rich and the extremely rich.

Although he took money from the Wu family and accepted this cheap apprentice, it's fine for the apprentice to be filial to his master, but the apprentice should also ask his master to do work and pay him!

"Three hundred, go into the village and find out the exact location of the underground river!"

Wu Xie was also helpless! He knew his master too well that he wouldn't act until he saw the benefit, so he could only take out his wallet from his pocket, count out three red bills, and wave them towards Hei Xiazi with a pained expression.

"Alright, Third Master~ Just you wait and see! You can trust me, the blind man, to handle things..."

Without saying a word, Hei Xiazi took a few steps and snatched the red bills waving in Wu Xie's hand. Adhering to the philosophy that every little bit counts and not making a profit is a loss, he quickly headed towards the village ahead.

As he walked, he bent over, trying to find a secluded corner of the village behind a house so he could observe carefully.

Hei Xiazi had his reasons for doing this. Since his strength increased, his perception had become exceptionally sharp. He was now clinging to the ditch behind a village house like a gecko. Through contact with his surroundings and the invisible waves in the air, he quickly located the area with the highest humidity in the village: three lotus ponds and a groundwater source. He estimated that the latter was the spot he was looking for.

With only three hundred yuan in hand, Hei Xiazi felt he couldn't go back so quickly, so he decided to continue exploring the village.

Camp.

The campsite had been set up. In order not to attract the attention of the people in the village ahead, Wu Xie directed his men to cut down all the vines, branches and small trees in a grove of trees. He also stuck the cut branches in front of the campsite to block the view and prevent others from discovering that there were people here.

Inside a simple tent, Qin Henian lay resting alone. Zhang Qilin had already been called away by Wu Xie to discuss the matter. They planned to wait for Hei Xiazi to return, find out the village's information, and then sneak in under cover of darkness to reach the underground river and set off for Leicheng.

"I'll just lie here by myself!" Qin Henian didn't have any objections, but as he lay there, he felt itchy all over. When he got up, he realized it was a slight fluctuation in the air. Zhang Qilin, who was nearby, couldn't transmit messages, so it was the village's black-hearted people who would come and chat with him while he was working.

With his fingertips touching the air, starting from between his fingers, the air around Qin Henian also fluctuated rapidly, connecting with the force that was harassing him.

In the distance, Black Bear lies on a sofa in a smoke-filled room. He has a cigarette between his fingers, taking a puff now and then, while in the other hand he holds a large handful of lit incense sticks, looking at the sorceress he is standing on.

Who knows! The person with the most influence in this village isn't the village chief, but the hunched-over sorceress kneeling before us.

"Old lady, the blind man just wants to know how to open the mechanism in your temple that leads to the underground river. Why are you so stubborn?"

Black Bear irritably smoked his cigarette. Half an hour had passed since he pinned the mute village sorceress to the ground, and the woman still wouldn't utter a word. He was getting annoyed with all his questions! Different words, same meaning, why couldn't he understand?

Lying on the ground, the sorceress, dressed in a strange robe woven from black, blue, and red, with a wrinkled face, gray hair, and glazed eyes, opened and closed her lips but could not utter a single word.

If you look closely, you can even see the despair in the sorceress's eyes.

Not only was she confronted at her doorstep, but she also got a beating. What's worse, the person on the other end kept asking her questions that this old woman in her sixties didn't want to answer.

She simply couldn't answer! Have you ever seen a person without a tongue who could still answer a question...?

The fortune teller felt helpless and somewhat desperate; the little voice inside her was crying and spinning wildly.

"... "

"You really don't want to tell me?"

"... "

"You're not giving me any face. I've lived this long and seen all kinds of people. If you don't speak up, I won't be polite!"

"... "

Hearing the words coming from the person above her, the sorceress trembled with fear. Without hesitation, she bit her right index finger, drawing blood to write the word "mute" on the ground, and then pointed to herself.