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

Su Chen watched Hou San leave, then turned his attention to the stall.

This small stall doesn't have many items, but every single one is a gem.

They are all Liao Dynasty gold and silver inlaid hairpins, about four or five in total.

In the Liao Dynasty, only princes and high-ranking officials could afford the gold and silver inlay technique.

In later generations, such a gold and silver hairpin would be worth at least tens of thousands of dollars.

If it were a high-grade hairpin used by the Liao Dynasty royal family, it would be worth millions.

Of course, this is the Republic of China era, so the price is naturally not that high.

In addition, Su Chen didn't know much about it, and he didn't know how to distinguish between real and fake.

He glanced casually at the hairpin on the ground and asked, "Boss, how much is this hairpin?"

"Eighty dollars a piece, no bargaining."

The stall owner wore a demon mask and spoke with a slightly weary voice. He looked to be at least forty years old.

Su Chen thought for a moment, picked up a hairpin from the stall, and examined it closely, noticing that it was still covered in dark dirt. The stall owner was selling it for eighty silver dollars, which was rather expensive.

"The soil is still wet; could it have just come out of the ground?"

The stall owner was startled by the sound, then his voice turned cold as he snatched the hairpin away.

"You greenhorn who brought this here, don't you know the rules of the ghost market? Goods don't need to be asked about their origin, and people don't need to be asked about their background!"

After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently.

"Go away, go away, I won't sell it to you anymore."

In this ghost market, most of the goods are genuine, and most of the stall owners are also skilled and have a certain arrogance.

Su Chen didn't care and continued, "Rules aren't important. As long as you can afford the price, rules are meant to be broken."

"I'm looking for a Liao Dynasty tomb. If you can provide any clues or take me there, I'll give you five hundred silver dollars, regardless of whether there's anything inside!"

Five hundred dollars?

The stall owner paused, clearly hesitant.

After hesitating for a while, he finally shook his head.

"Go find someone else."

Upon hearing the voice, Su Chen realized that the stall owner indeed had clues.

He then pulled out a five-hundred-dollar note from his sleeve.

"If you're willing to provide some clues, this five hundred dollars is yours."

Su Chen also learned a trick from Xie Yuanlong: if you want to find a tomb, just throw money at it.

With a generous reward, one can always find some extraordinary person to help.

These banknotes were exchanged for silver dollars at the largest money exchange in Shenyang during the day, totaling ten thousand.

The goal is to find the tomb of the Liao Dynasty's imperial concubine as soon as possible so that we can complete our mission and return to Changsha sooner.

The stall owner hesitated. On one hand, he didn't want to have too much contact with Su Chen; on the other hand, although these hairpins were worth some money, they would be difficult to sell in a short time. And he urgently needed money to pay for his youngest son's medical treatment.

These five hundred silver dollars are exactly the amount of medical expenses he needs.

After hesitating for a long time, the stall owner finally sighed softly and accepted Su Chen's money.

"I don't know anything about Liao Dynasty tombs, but I know someone who definitely knows!"

"You don't know about Liao Dynasty tombs, so where did you get these hairpins from?"

"That gentleman instructed me to dig them out!"

As the stall owner spoke, he wrapped the three gold and silver hairpins on his stall in newspaper and carefully tucked them into his pocket.

“I can take you to see Mr. Jin, but I’m warning you beforehand. If Mr. Jin is unwilling to speak, I will refund your money, but you can’t do anything reckless, or I won’t let you off the hook.”

Su Chen smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "A transaction naturally requires mutual consent."

"Okay! Come with me!"

As the stall owner spoke, he rolled up the cotton cloth on his stall, threw it on his back, and led Su Chen away from the ghost market through a maze of twists and turns.

Before leaving the gate, Su Chen gave the two gatekeepers a silver dollar and asked them to inform Hou San that he was leaving first.

Hou San was wearing a monkey king mask, making him extremely easy to recognize.

After leaving the ghost market, the stall owner didn't remove his mask and led Su Chen on a hurried journey towards the south of the city!

In ancient times, cities were often described as having the rich in the east and the noble in the west, while the poor in the south and the destitute in the north.

This means that the south and north of the city were often inhabited by ordinary people, or even people in lowly professions, such as brothels, artisans, and cattle and horses.

As Su Chen walked along, he indeed noticed that the surrounding buildings were getting lower and more dilapidated.

The two walked for seven or eight miles and arrived at an abandoned, dilapidated temple in the south of the city.

Half of the main hall of the temple has collapsed, and the surrounding area is overgrown with weeds.

In addition, the surrounding area is mostly wasteland, so few people come here.

If the stall owner hadn't led the way, no one would have imagined that people lived in this godforsaken place.

The stall owner gestured for Su Chen to wait outside, while he stepped forward and bowed respectfully outside the dilapidated temple, saying, "Mr. Jin, someone has given me five hundred silver dollars, saying they want to find a Liao Dynasty tomb."

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and with a beard walked out of the temple.

The man, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, was quite amiable. He nodded and replied, "Your son is still sick, please accept the money."

The stall owner's face lit up with joy, and he quickly took out the gold and silver hairpin from his pocket.

"Sir, these..."

"Keep it. If we sell it, we can use the money to do more good deeds. When will the people looking for the grave arrive?"

"They're already waiting outside."

"Okay, bring the person over."

The stall owner agreed and hurriedly returned outside the temple, his face beaming with joy. "Mr. Jin has agreed. Please come in."

Su Chen nodded and followed the stall owner into the dilapidated temple.

From their conversation just now, it's clear that this 'Mr. Jin' has a chivalrous spirit.

I reckon he was the one who directed the stall owner to dig up a tomb, and that's how he got these gold and silver hairpins.

Moreover, if they could sell them all, they would have just enough for three or four hundred silver dollars to cure the stall owner's youngest son's illness.

Su Chen looked around and soon spotted Mr. Jin, the stall owner had mentioned.

Mr. Jin was thin and of average appearance.

It's the kind of person you can't find in a crowd.

However, it is worth mentioning that Su Chen sensed the aura of the same kind of person in him.

Just like when Huo San Niang first saw that Su Chen was a fellow farmer.

really!

Mr. Jin saw Su Chen and let out a soft "hmm".

After a long while, he cupped his hands and said, "May I ask what mountain you worship, and what path you follow, young brother?"

Upon hearing this, Su Chen smiled faintly.

"When visiting a mountain, one must visit Longlou Mountain, where golden light shines. The tomb raider's seal is on the talisman, and the golden wind blows across one's face."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Jin looked puzzled.

"Are you a tomb raider?"

Su Chen nodded.

"It can be considered that I have inherited the tomb raiding tradition."

however……

The other person shook his head repeatedly and then said, "You're a tomb raider... then who am I?"

After saying that, he took out a pendant from his pocket.

The pendant was made from the claws of a pangolin and was shaped like a crescent moon.

More importantly, both in form and style, it is a traditional tomb raiding talisman.

"Your Excellency is..."

Mr. Jin replied in a deep voice: "The tomb raider, the abacus!"