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In the end, the Fat Ma did not agree to his request, but as a result, everyone became a bit closer. After eating, I glanced at the situation in the tomb. The carvings of the Yin Official were lifelike and somewhat unsettling. I lowered my gaze and noticed four jars standing beneath the Yin Official.
Suddenly, Residual Anger exclaimed with excitement, "I figured it out."
"What did you figure out?" Fat Ma asked.
"I know what this plaque represents." His words pulled me back into focus as I looked at the unremarkable square plaque in his hand, waiting for him to continue.
"Wait, is that Zombie dead?" Residual Anger confirmed this information with me.
"Yes, it's dead. Why?"
"I'm going to take a look," he said, standing up. Worried about potential trouble, I followed him.
Residual Anger held the wooden plaque and began to search the body of the Zongzi. However, since we had beaten this Zongzi to a pulp, it was hard to discern any specific details.
Residual Anger approached the Zongzi that had a Black Donkey Hoof stuffed in its mouth. I noticed that the trace of fear he had shown earlier had vanished.
"What are you looking for?"
"You'll find out soon." I could hear the excitement in his voice. He awkwardly flipped over the Zongzi's corpse until he finally called out, "Brother Sun, come over here and take a look."
I crouched down in response as he shone his flashlight intensely on the inner thigh of the Zongzi. There, I saw a mark imprinted on that area.
Residual Anger held up the plaque for me to see and pointed at the pattern on the Zongzi's thigh.
"Is it the same?"
"It's exactly the same, Brother Sun," Residual Anger confirmed.
"What does that mean?"
"It means these people are slaves. If I'm not mistaken, they should be sacrificial offerings for the master of this tomb."
I wanted to know more, so I asked, "Can we get any other information?"
Residual Anger thought for a moment and replied, "No, but I do know that the owner of this Tomb should be a Royal Family Member."
This statement took me by surprise.
Residual Anger continued, "The material of this plaque is unusual; it's made of high-quality rosewood, which should be something supplied for a Royal Family Member."
I nodded thoughtfully, my mind already churning with excitement. A Royal Family Member's tomb—what a stroke of luck! To put it bluntly: this could be a huge opportunity; to put it elegantly: I was fortunate beyond measure.
If Fat Ma found out about this news, he would be overjoyed.
"Go tell them this news," I said to Residual Anger. He nodded in agreement, and soon enough, Fat Ma's excited howls echoed through the air.
But I was thinking that since it was a Royal Family Member's Tomb, we had to be even more cautious. Typically, their tomb designs are much more complex; one small mistake could lead to disaster.
Moreover, judging by the scale of this Tomb, it was likely not just a prince but perhaps a royal consort!
Fat Ma approached me with a wide grin and said, "Old Sun, this time we’re going to turn our fortunes around. Damn it, once we pull this off, we can retire and live comfortably at home."
Fat Ma spoke enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the fact that there was still a National Archaeological Team present.
Zhang Tong's face showed signs of discontent.
"Keep it low-key," I whispered.
Fat Ma's eyes squinted into slits from his smile, but upon hearing my words, he immediately fell silent. He understood the rule of keeping wealth discreet and had mastered its essence.
"Let's get to work!" I said to Fat Ma.
He was taken aback by my sudden statement.
"What are we doing?"
"Let's get going! We're being paid to help them out," Fat Ma said, not having much to add since this was his responsibility. Reluctantly, he muttered, "There's really no point in doing this."
"It may not matter to us, but it does to them."
As we approached Jar, Zhang Tong called out to us, "Forget it."
"Forget it? Are you sure?"
Zhang Tong nodded firmly. This was the answer Fat Ma had been hoping for, so he shrugged and took on the role of Boss.
I didn't ask for a reason; since the employer didn't want me to act, I wouldn't.
After a brief rest, we left the eerie tomb chamber. As we walked out, I glanced back at the Yin Official and the Seal; everything about them felt sinister.
At that moment, another tomb passage awaited our arrival.
Darkness is inherently associated with tombs. It was the Panning for Gold team that brought light into these graves, but in some ways, it was hard to distinguish between light and darkness.
However, Archaeologists were clearly branded as the bearers of light. Their excavation of graves was meant for studying History and various Crowns, creating a group of experts.
Alright, enough of this useless chatter.
Leaving the tomb chamber behind, we entered a passage that looked almost identical to the first one. As we walked through it, I suddenly recalled the carvings of the Yin Official in the chamber.
Why were these Yin Officials carved? I had never heard of such a precedent. After death, why would such grand underground Tombs be constructed? It was because they believed that death was merely another form of existence. Thus, those with power and wealth would build their tombs lavishly, trying to replicate their lives.
However, it was nearly impossible to worship these Yin Officials; people generally avoided anything related to such spirits and ghosts.
Yet this tomb seemed unusual. Wait! Could it be that the Tomb's owner had a preference for them in life? After sifting through layers of thoughts, I could only conclude this possibility. But upon confirming it, I felt a chill run down my spine.
If that were true, we might be in danger. The fact that someone revered Yin Officials indicated they were involved in some dark practices. Moreover, Residual Anger mentioned this could be a royal member's tomb. All signs pointed to an unsettling journey ahead.
I gathered my thoughts and tried to calm myself.
The tomb passage was shrouded in darkness, and it felt like the flashlights were starting to lose their power. I reminded everyone to turn off a few of them, leaving only two on—one to lead the way and the other to guard our rear.
They might have been a bit skeptical of us before, but now there were no complaints. As the flashlights were extinguished, darkness immediately engulfed us.
Fat Ma walked at the front, while I and the clay figure took up the rear.
The tomb passage twisted and turned. Suddenly, a ghostly face appeared on the dome above us, elongated in the beam of the flashlight. We had just collided with this eerie visage.
Fat Ma, leading the way, froze in his tracks. After a moment, he realized it was just a carving—albeit an incredibly lifelike one.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and swallowed hard, not making a sound. This proved that he was indeed frightened; otherwise, he would have been shouting by now.
The person behind him continued to chat with Fat Ma, who was excitedly recounting his past heroic deeds. When they encountered this ghostly face, he couldn’t show his fear and had to maintain his composure.
However, the person behind him let out a scream.
“What are you screaming about?” Fat Ma said, trying to suppress his breath.
“Look above you.”
We all saw it—a large ghostly face carved into the stone, ominously gazing down at us, sending a deep chill coursing through our hearts.
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