Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

However, this is not the case for others.

If we're talking about strange things, the strangest thing is that people have been going missing in the village these past few days.

In troubled times, human lives are worthless.

No one cared that several people went missing.

"Ahem... Mr. Su, everything is fine in our village."

The clan chief said with a smile, "Don't listen to old Zhang's nonsense. Our village may be poor, but the villagers have always lived in peace and contentment."

The clan chief clearly didn't want to say it outright, and Su Chen had no choice but to go and see for himself.

"Come on, try some of our village's wine first!"

The clan chief raised his wine glass, intending to clink it with Su Chen's.

The old farmer also brought out the cured meat that had been stored in his house for several years. He usually couldn't bear to eat it during the New Year, but this time he stir-fried a large plate of it.

He went to great lengths to prepare five or six dishes, along with some local wine, to entertain Su Chen and the others.

When the wine arrived in Handan, Su Chen went outside to urinate.

Faintly, Su Chen seemed to hear screams coming from afar.

Su Chen calmed himself down and listened carefully; the screams had disappeared again.

Back in the room, Su Chen whispered a few words in Partridge Whistle's ear.

A moment later, Partridge Whistle excused himself to go out to urinate and left the table.

Su Chen drank with the old clan chief again.

Time ticked by, and Su Chen glanced at his watch. More than an hour had passed, and Partridge Whistle still hadn't returned.

"Mr. Su, where is your tall, thin friend?"

The clan chief asked doubtfully, "Could it be that he drank too much and passed out on the ground outside?"

The clan chief panicked, "Quickly, quickly, drag him in!"

The old clan chief was already somewhat drunk.

"Well then, it's getting late, clan leader. You should go home and rest first. We'll drink another day."

Su Chen stood up.

Partridge Whistle hasn't returned yet; something might have happened to him.

Judging by his movements, he shouldn't be in this situation.

"This... no rush, I'll sleep here tonight!" The clan chief dared not go home.

There have been a lot of strange things happening in the village lately.

It's best not to walk at night!

The clan chief originally didn't want to go out, but after accepting the old farmer's gift, he reluctantly went out to accompany the guests for drinks.

And with the old farmer's permission, he could sleep at his house after drinking too much.

The clan chief finally agreed.

"You go to sleep first, I'll go out and take a look!"

Su Chen gave Black Back Six and President Chen a wink, and then the three of them went out together.

"Clan leader, why don't you try to persuade them?"

The old farmer was a little worried.

"You can't reason with a damned devil! Old Zhao, don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

"They must be heading towards our back mountain, right?"

"Whatever is on the back hill, it belongs to our village!"

"If outsiders want to interfere, let them die! The more people die, the better, so they won't have designs on us!"

"Tell me," the clan chief said, squinting as he looked the old farmer up and down the stairs. "How much money did you make on this trip to Changsha City?"

The old farmer was simple and honest. He figured the clan chief was also from the village, and they were related, so he simply said, "Fifty silver dollars."

"Mr. Su said it's a pity it's not complete, otherwise it would sell for 150 silver dollars without any problem!"

Upon hearing this, the old clan chief flew into a rage, "Fool! These people are as cunning as monkeys. You believed him when he said fifty silver dollars?"

"If you ask me, it's worth at least a hundred dollars! These people are just ripping off people like you who don't know anything about this!"

"Just resell it and make a few hundred dollars, it's that easy!"

“What did I advise you back then? I told you not to act on your own and to discuss things with me, but you wouldn’t listen and even brought them into the village.”

What can I say about you?

"In terms of our relationship, I should call you cousin. Would I ever harm you?"

"It's better than some outsiders, isn't it!"

While Su Chen and the others were away, the clan chief began to berate the old farmer.

"Yes, yes, you're right!"

The old farmer nodded.

The clan chief is his cousin; he probably wouldn't harm him.

"Then cousin, what should I do now?" the old farmer asked hurriedly.

"If they come back tomorrow, just tell them you don't want the fifty silver dollars anymore!"

"Tell them to return the beads, and I'll find you a market for them later!"

"If they don't want a refund, then I'm right. Tell them to add another fifty dollars!"

"If they don't agree, the people of Zhao Family Village aren't pushovers either. There are dozens of us in total, and a single spit from each of us could scare them to death!"

The old clan chief said with great conviction.

“Okay! Cousin, I’ll do it that way!” The old farmer nodded.

Fifty silver dollars would have been enough for him, but one hundred silver dollars was even more attractive.

At that time, we will not only be able to buy a few more acres of land, but also build three large tiled houses.

These days there are many refugees; a few meals might just be enough to get a concubine.

Thinking of this, the old farmer's face, which was already flushed from drinking too much, turned even redder.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn!

Su Chen and the others returned to Old Zhao's house. They had searched until midnight last night before finally finding traces of Partridge Whistle.

He was unconscious and lying on the ground.

Besides his footprints, there were other people's footprints on the ground.

However, following the footprints, there was a cliff.

The group had no choice but to return empty-handed.

"Mr. Su!"

The clan chief stretched and came out of the thatched hut; it was clear he hadn't slept well the night before.

He massaged her arms and her waist.

"You're back? Want to come over for lunch today?"

The clan chief extended an invitation with a smile.

"No need!"

Su Chen waved his hand and went into the thatched hut.

After several people came in, the thatched hut felt a bit crowded.

The light was dim. The old farmer got out of bed, boiled water, and brought out some tea leaves, fulfilling his duty as a host.

After a sip of strong tea, Su Chen felt much more refreshed and asked, "Are there any inns nearby? Shall we rest for a while?"

"Yes, it's about six or seven kilometers to the east. It's just that the conditions are rather basic. I don't know if our distinguished guests will be able to get used to it."

The old farmer chuckled sullenly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I have a place to stay!"

Su Chen doesn't have high requirements for where he lives. Sometimes when he goes to tombs, he has to sleep in the wilderness.

If it weren't for the fact that the old farmer's place was cramped and had no extra rooms, Su Chen would have been planning to stay at his house.

Su Chen got up, intending to go and rest with Partridge Whistle and the others first.

"Boss Su!"

The old farmer called out to Su Chen, who was about to leave, "Um..."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Seeing that he was stammering, Su Chen said something.

"Um, I don't want to sell those beads anymore. I'll give you back the silver dollars, and you can give me back the beads in return, okay?"

The old farmer hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to get the bead back.

It's a huge loss to sell an item that originally cost 100 silver dollars for 50.

He either gave him 100 silver dollars, or he had to return the beads and go to the clan chief to sell them through the clan chief's channels.