Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

"Hey Blackie, stop being so cheeky. If you ask me, Fatty, there must be a lot of good stuff inside such a big coffin!"

Wang Pangzi ignored Hei Xiazi's teasing, because what the other man said made a lot of sense. Anyway, with his brother here, Wang Pangzi felt confident.

"That makes sense! Even the blind man is helping."

Upon hearing that there was something good, Hei Xiazi's eyes lit up behind his sunglasses, and he grinned as he approached the grave.

pat!

A crisp sound rang out in the silent boat, and Wu Xie stared at the lighter in Zhang Qilin's hand with his two bright eyes.

"Hey bro, do you want it roasted over a fire?"

"Um"

Sizzle...rustle...

As the lighter approached the clay pattern, the ash and paint on it slowly melted and intertwined, forming drops of murky wastewater that flowed down.

As the paint was being baked, a pungent smell wafted over, causing Qin Henian to furrow his brows and cover his nose with his slender fingers.

The smell of rotten paint was so strong, indescribably pungent, and definitely harmful. Luckily, this wrecked ship had several large holes, otherwise a large number of ships would probably have collapsed by now.

"Is this really the only way to open this huge thing?"

Qin Henian's small face scrunched up like a wilted flower, his eyes filled with doubt as to why they had to do it this way.

"It's convenient."

Zhang Qilin, whose face was still painted, heard Qin Henian chattering behind him and his lips curled up slightly. He then replied, a rare occurrence for him.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and finish it, this smell is too strong!"

Creak, creak, creak...

After firing the lacquer for a while, Zhang Qilin looked at the person opposite the clay box who was also firing lacquer, raised his arm and stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing! Dumb Zhang, you have your own knife!"

Black Bear, who was assigned to lacquer the clay box on the other side, saw the hand that suddenly appeared in front of him, indicating that he really didn't want to understand what Mute Zhang was trying to say all at once.

"Bring it!"

A pair of cold eyes swept over, and a short dagger instantly appeared in Zhang Qilin's hand.

The creaking sound echoed in the dilapidated boat. Not long after, a "click" was heard, and Hei Xiazi, Zhang Qilin, and Wang Pangzi, who was circling back and forth on both sides burning lacquer, instantly moved a distance away from the clay box.

Buzz..

"Alright, let's push together. Don't expect me, the blind man, and Zhang the mute to handle such a big lid. We all came here together, so everyone has to do the work!" Trying to take advantage of me, Black Bear, is a pipe dream!

Although Hei Xiazi didn't say the last part aloud, everyone who knew understood after looking around. Except for Qin Henian, who stood to the side and took a few steps back after Zhang Qilin retreated—his newly changed clothes were ruined before he could even show them off to that wretched woman. Who could he complain to then?!

boom!

With a thud, dust rose, and the group waved their hands to shield themselves from the dust before craning their necks to peer into the coffin.

As soon as the terracotta box was opened, a wave of dust rushed out. Looking down, one could see a corpse lying inside the coffin, which was now rapidly turning black and oxidizing at a visible speed.

"This is a normal blackening and oxidation phenomenon after the coffin is opened. Judging from the clothes and jewelry on the body, the person who was buried here should have been of high status!"

Wu Xie observed for a while and then quickly finished recounting the information he had just observed.

"Wow, these clothes, these jewelry! They all look pretty good! They could definitely fetch a fortune! But something just feels off to me!"

At this moment, Fatty Wang spoke up. The first thing he noticed on the corpse that morning was the gold-inlaid belt, which was the most valuable item on it. His eyes were shining, and he was about to reach out to take it when he suddenly realized something.

Good heavens, why is the belt so far away from the skeleton?

"It is indeed a bit strange; the clothes on the tomb owner are much larger than the person himself."

Xie Yuchen also responded to Wang Pangzi's words in a timely manner, saying that judging from the situation inside the coffin, it seemed to be done on purpose.

While the others were still pondering, Qin Henian covered his nose and silently retreated until he reached the hole at the edge of the boat before turning around and jumping overboard.

The moment Qin Henian landed, a strange light of excitement lit up in his eyes.

We can eat our fill now!!!

Just as Qin Henian jumped off the ship, two pairs of eyes glanced at him quickly, one after the other. The person who sent the second pair of eyes was slowly moving toward the hole on the side of the ship.

Pushing up his dark sunglasses, a faint golden light shone from the pupils of the blind man's eyes beneath them. Leaning gently against the side of the wooden boat and looking down, he could see a figure hopping and skipping towards the obscured deck on the other side of the boat.

"If you're not proactive in doing your job, you've got something wrong with your head!"

"Insects come, insects come, insects come into my mouth, my tummy wants, my tummy longs, snakes, insects, rats, and ants stewed into a big meal... la la la..."

A cheerful and clear song echoed in the night breeze. Qin Henian's nose trembled slightly, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were flashing with a scarlet light. His legs gradually quickened their pace, and his Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times. Qin Henian could already imagine the pleasant feeling of eating the "whole insect feast" later.

Lost in thought, Qin Henian hadn't walked far when he saw the wooden boat and the shadowy edge of the mountain. There were about a dozen pottery jars there, covered in dust and looking like they hadn't been opened for many years.

Approaching and crouching down, Qin Henian found the nearest pottery jar, raised his finger and poked the outer wall of the jar, instantly creating a small hole the size of a thumb.

Qin Henian rubbed his finger on the porcelain of the pottery jar, and instantly golden-red blood gushed out and covered the pottery wall.

Buzz! Buzz!

The insect's wings buzzed, and Qin Henian's scarlet eyes shone even brighter. His little lips parted in a wide grin, and he hugged the pottery jar tightly, pressing his mouth to the hole.

The buzzing sound lasted for a few seconds, traveling from the pottery jar to Qin Henian's mouth, and then it stopped.

"So few? Who raises such a small number of corpse beetles? Can't we all learn from Cao Cao and raise them in individual earthenware jars? Wouldn't that be much better!"

After finishing a jar of small insects, Qin Henian smacked his lips, the crimson in his eyes still lingering. He then turned to look at the other jars and did the same.

Qin Henian only stopped eating when there were only two cans left, and his eyes returned to their previous brightness. His little mouth was red and rosy from eating, but his delicate little face suffered, covered in dust and looking a bit disheveled.

"Ugh, if only I could finish eating! It's all that dog Heavenly Dao's fault! He clearly gave me permission to do whatever I wanted, and now I can't even eat in peace! I protest!!"

Qin Henian couldn't help but grumble inwardly, his eyes occasionally darting to the two earthenware jars he hadn't yet tasted.

"Little Crane! You came here to find the meteorite, not to just eat! Can't you be a little more ambitious? Besides, what's so delicious about that Corpse Beetle King? Let me tell you, your old friend keeps a lot of 'delicious' giant snakes at her house. Can't you save some room for later?"

At this moment, Qin Henian heard the voice of that unlucky little Tiandao boy in his mind, a cute voice saying the most unlovable things.

"I know, I know, it's just to feed the unlucky guys in A Ning's team, isn't it?" Qin Henian was speechless at the lame excuse.