I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Even though a small hot spring has been found nearby, heat packs are still a scarce resource. It's not a big deal now, but we don't know what it will be like once we get down there. There's really nothing to see around here, just a blanket of white snow. Even if there really is a burial tomb, the entrance would only be covered in snow at our feet.

After drinking, the group felt much better. The fat man put his hands on his hips, looked around, and then used his thumb to aim, muttering something under his breath.

Ling Xiao leaned closer to listen and heard something: "Why didn't you bring a Bagua mirror?"

What's the point of carrying a Bagua mirror? Is a Bagua mirror needed for locating acupoints? This isn't mentioned in the book, is it?

"Let's start here, let's shovel a few shovelfuls and see what's under the snow," the fat man suggested excitedly and confidently.

Tomb raiding inevitably involves digging tunnels, and Wu Xie seems to understand this behavior quite well. Everyone's identity is more or less related to tombs, even Cheng Yu. I wonder how far his grandmother took him in the search for dragons. He probably has some experience in tomb raiding. Only Ling Xiao is different.

They had all heard about it to some extent, but Ling Xiao only knew about it through oral retellings, so he had a unique understanding of this digging behavior.

For example, Fatty and the others might get excited about seeing the tomb, and use that excitement to explore the cave. Ling Xiao felt that they were like rabbits digging holes, the kind of cunning rabbits with three burrows, digging here and there.

Ling Xiao poked at it with the shovel, but it seemed to have hit something hard. He couldn't break it by force. He looked up and found that everyone else was in the same situation; it was as hard as cement and they couldn't shovel it at all.

"You guys say this is all snow that's been there for thousands of years. When there's too much snow, it turns into ice. Does that mean all the burial tombs are buried under the ice?" the fat man said, poking at the ground with his shovel again, clearly unwilling to give up.

“The snow here is too much of a hindrance. Do we have any explosives? I had some comrades in the Greater Khingan Mountains who said that there are regular snow cannons there. Just one blast hole is enough to blow all the snow down, and then we can see what’s going on once the snow is gone,” Panzi asked, rubbing his hands together.

"You've got some nerve. Lingzi said he was going to make some explosives before he left. You know what the situation is like. Even if we have explosives, look at our heads. You really dare to blow them up? If you fire one, we won't even need to go to the Heavenly Palace. We can just lead the brothers to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace." Fatty analyzed the situation for Panzi.

“It’s not that exaggerated. Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction. They clear the snow regularly in winter. Now it’s almost summer, so the snow on top isn’t as heavy as it was in winter. Clearing this layer of snow is much easier than digging pits one by one. Are you sure there’s no explosives? Brother Ling knows how to make them, right? What kind of explosives are you making? What materials are you missing? Are they easy to find?” Pan Zi seemed extremely abnormal, and his behavior was unusually aggressive.

"No way, I'd rather use a shovel. If there's a bomb here, we're all doomed," Wu Xie retorted.

"Third Master, we're running out of time and supplies. We have to try no matter what. Third Master is still waiting for us to get there!" Pan Zi said helplessly, bringing up Wu Sansheng when he saw that Wu Xie didn't support him.

“I don’t support it. First, this is a snow-capped mountain, and there’s a risk of avalanches at any time. We don’t even dare to speak loudly now, let alone mention explosives. Second, we don’t have any professionals. If we rashly ignite the explosives, as Fatty said, it’s no different from suicide. Third, we don’t have any explosives, nor do we have any raw materials.”

The third point could have been omitted, but Xieyuhua remembered the explosives the child made from two cell phone batteries, so she mentioned it anyway, hoping the child would understand.