Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Huffing and puffing... huffing and puffing...

At 3:32 AM Beijing time, with a loud "clang," the tip of a Luoyang shovel, just as it touched the ground, seemed to be stuck to something, impossible to pull out. At most, it could only rotate 360 ​​degrees on the handle, following the point of force of the tip...

“My dear Henian~ The blind man’s shovel must have been attracted by the magnet you mentioned before.”

Black Bear was the fastest to act, and naturally, he was also the first shovel owner to be attracted by the magnet.

Driven by curiosity, Hei Xiazi squatted down and lowered his head. His eyes behind his sunglasses turned into golden vertical pupils. After digging through the soil around the magnet, the dark stone came into view under the magnification of his vertical pupils.

Black Bear reached out and touched it. The cold stone surface seemed to have no effect on anything around it, but the Luoyang shovel was still standing there. Black Bear was not sure that he had come to the wrong place.

“Here it comes. Blind man, don’t move. Let Little Qilin go. The effect of the Faqiu Finger on the magnet is still going strong. It’s a good opportunity for him to practice the mechanism made of magnet.”

The moment Qin Henian heard that someone had found the lodestone, he threw down the Luoyang shovel he was holding and shouted. In the darkness, his vertical pupils contracted, and he quickly located Zhang Qilin's position. In a flash, he grabbed Zhang Qilin's arm and headed towards Hei Xiazi's direction.

Tilting his head and opening his mouth.

"The characteristics of the magnetic mechanism have nothing to do with the tactile sensation you usually practice. The important thing is the location. Little Qilin, you'd better find it accurately. I'm rooting for you!"

"it is good"

The conversation ended quickly. Zhang Qilin, a man of few words but many thoughts, noted down what his wife had said, then went to the black bear, squatted down, and began to feel it.

Ten minutes... half an hour... forty minutes later...

Click!

Finally, at a certain point on the magnet, and with a certain moment of certainty, Zhang Qilin pressed the button to activate the mechanism.

The instant the mechanism was activated, the swaying ground in the ditch suddenly collapsed, revealing a series of stone steps sloping downwards…

Amidst the swaying and rocking, Qin Henian and his six companions quickly regained their balance thanks to their strong physical abilities. Standing on different stone steps, they looked at each other and finally focused their attention on Qin Henian.

"Is this the secret passage? It must be thirty or forty meters wide, right? Tsk... Following He Nian, Fatty's knowledge is really broadening!"

Because of his weight, Fatty Wang was one of the first to stabilize himself, except for a few skilled individuals. Holding a flashlight, he looked around. Above him was the dark night sky, and below him were countless stone steps stretching as far as the eye could see. His brothers stood on the steps not far from him, and the width of the path he saw in the flashlight's beam amazed Fatty Wang.

Thinking to himself, "The First Emperor is indeed the First Emperor; even this secret passage is so spacious."

"Fatty, I told you you wouldn't be disappointed if you followed me. There are no oil lamps on the left and right of these stone steps, but after going down a few dozen meters, the stone ceiling above your head will turn into fluorescent jade. If you go further in, you can also pass by Zhao Zheng's private treasury. I'll take you there to pick out some valuable things, so this trip won't be in vain."

Qin Henian was amused by what Fatty Wang said. After composing himself, he spoke a long speech in Fatty Wang's direction, which essentially conveyed the same meaning.

Anyway, he's taken some good stuff from Zhao Zheng's private treasury before. What's his good brother's is his own. He's helped watch over it for so many years, so it's not unreasonable for him to take some out to spend.

"Henian, you can't forget me if you find anything good! You know me; if it weren't for your sponsorship, my Wushan Residence wouldn't even be able to pay its utility bills."

Upon hearing that there was a good treasure, Wu Xie immediately perked up and started shouting in the direction of the big golden leg.

"Alright, alright! There are so many treasures here, you two can carry as much as you can."

Qin Henian was quite happy to lend a hand to his friends, knowing Zhao Zheng's nature. After all, sooner or later he'd pocket all the wealth in the world—no, not just the Nine Gates… he'd swindle it all into his own pocket. This was essentially a kind of "loan service" from Wu Xie and his group…

"My dear He Nian~ Can I...?"

Just then, Hei Xiazi opened his mouth.

next second.

"No! Neither you nor Little Qilin can take it!"

Don't you two have any idea how big your divine beast space is? You're about to leave, why bother with these mundane things?!

Qin Henian looked helpless, but inwardly he was cursing Hei Xiazi for being such a glutton.

"Alright, stop chatting and let's move on. The First Emperor's Mausoleum is huge. If we don't set off soon, we don't know how long this operation will take."

In the end, Xie Yuchen interrupted everyone's desire to continue the conversation, steered the topic back on track, and took the lead in walking down the stone steps.

A series of footsteps followed behind.

While Qin Henian and his group walked through the safe secret passage, forty-four teams arrived from different locations using different means of transportation to intervene, activate mechanisms, or forcibly dismantle...

boom! boom! boom!

Rumble... Rumble...

The sounds of explosions and lasers being activated rang out from all directions, before subsiding several hours later.

Amidst this massive operation, a battle involving hundreds of people is unfolding in an underground passage of the First Emperor's mausoleum.

boom! boom! boom!

"Reload your ammunition, advance if you have fire support! Hurry! These golden scorpions have very hard shells. Concentrate your bullets on their weak points on their abdomens and eyes. Protect your tails! Put on your gas masks. Be careful of the venom that sprays from the scorpions' mouthparts. The venom is highly corrosive and will pollute the air when it evaporates. It's a lethal dose of venom. Everyone, try to stay as far away as possible!"

Inside the underground passage, a team of several hundred people, fully armed, unfortunately entered a dangerous path after passing through a dozen or so similar passages. They were now facing a swarm of giant golden-shelled scorpions, each about 1.78 meters long. The two sides were about to clash and had been fighting for more than ten minutes. The ground was littered with bits of flesh and blood, and fragments of white protective suits. It was clear that the team was well-equipped; even the tattered cloths were not stained with blood. However, this did not prevent it from being immediately apparent that not a single giant golden scorpion had fallen to the ground.

At the front of the group, a commander remained calm and composed, continuously directing the people fighting ahead to attack the giant scorpion swarm in a rotational manner. Although this method was effective, the commander knew in his heart that their group's consumption could not keep up with the scorpion swarm's attack, so earlier he had instructed the people behind to dig a new tunnel to escape.

The current method can only buy time, but the fear is that these scorpions might suddenly charge recklessly, so the commander is also very anxious.

Behind the crowd, seven or eight people dressed in well-equipped military gear gathered, each with a frown and displeasure hidden behind their masks.

"Old buddies, it seems we didn't assess the danger level of the First Emperor's Mausoleum as dangerous enough before!"

One of the shorter men, whose voice sounded like that of an elderly person, was the first to speak.