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Heizi cursed angrily and pulled out a flashlight. The timid ones among them hesitated; the key issue was that returning meant traversing that dark stretch of road again, and they were still too scared to do so.
But Brother Lai, Heizi Ge, didn’t you hear the sound of a woman crying just now?
In the same space, how could they not have heard it?
However, Heizi steeled himself, partly to reassure his own nerves. Damn it, isn’t this the General's Tomb? Where would a woman’s cry come from? I bet you’re just going crazy thinking about women! To hell with you!
As he spoke, Heizi took out a flask from his bag and handed it to Wang Zhaoran.
“Brother Lai, have a drink!”
The flask was filled with liquor, and it was quite strong. Isn’t there a saying that alcohol gives courage? A little sip might help ease their fear!
Wang Zhaoran unscrewed the flask and sniffed it, realizing it was alcohol. He handed it back to Heizi.
“I’m not drinking; you guys go ahead!”
Wang Zhaoran remained calm. In his pocket lay a button that had fallen from Yu Suihuan’s sleeve, which was more useful to him than anything else at the moment.
The others took the flask and gulped down a few swigs. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Heizi became somewhat exhilarated.
“Damn it! No one is going to block my path to fortune today! Whether it's people or ghosts, what’s there to be afraid of?”
He was determined not to leave empty-handed; nothing was scarier than being broke.
Wang Heng watched him with that mouthful of black humor and reckless laughter, suddenly feeling an unusual thrill.
The group seemed inspired and became more spirited.
Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the tomb chamber, where exquisite carvings adorned the tomb door in three-dimensional reliefs.
Entering the tomb chamber, the space was not large; above them were all brick carvings. Following the beam of the flashlight, it appeared as if they had stepped into a courtyard—perhaps a space once inhabited by the Tomb Owner.
In the center of the tomb chamber stood a large crimson door, looking eerie and mysterious—was it symbolic of a passage for the Tomb Owner's spirit?
On one side of the Crimson Door's mural stood a general under a banner, holding a sword in his hand with several soldiers following behind him.
In the corner of the tomb chamber, there was a Tomb Bed, flanked by ornate brick-carved doors that exuded grandeur. Above the Tomb Bed rested a beautifully painted wooden coffin. Surrounding the coffin and along the edges of the tomb chamber lay a disarray of bronze artifacts and gold items.
"This is real gold!"
The two subordinates, who had initially been terrified to the point of wetting their pants, had now cast aside their fear, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They discarded all the supplies from their bags onto the ground and began stuffing antiques inside.
Heizi exchanged a glance with Wang Zhaoran, and together they pushed open the coffin lid. To their surprise, it was not difficult to open; it seemed that tomb raiders had been here before. As for why they hadn't taken all the treasures, that remained a mystery.
Inside the coffin lay a general clad in armor, his skin and nails still visible, remarkably well-preserved. Upon closer inspection, even his beard and eyebrows were still clearly defined. Beneath him was a yellow satin mat, and beside him were heaps of jewelry, jade bracelets, pearls, and various golden artifacts.
Heizi reached out to grab some jewelry and stuffed it into his backpack, his eyes gleaming with greed. Wang Zhaoran and Wang Heng exchanged glances and also began emptying their bags, shoving treasures inside.
"Hahaha! I’m rich! I’m going to be wealthy!"
Heizi laughed maniacally as he clutched the jewels in his hands, looking particularly wild. The greed in his eyes began to spread; his desires had shattered all reason, leaving behind even the last remnants of humanity.
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