Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Feng shui is actually a very interesting thing.

It's like a precision instrument; if even one small part malfunctions, the entire instrument will be rendered unusable.

In Feng Shui, the four cardinal directions of heaven and earth are extremely important reference points.

The same mountain and river formations, but just because of the different directions, present completely different feng shui.

For example, here, it's simply because this direction isn't east.

The excellent feng shui position of the dragon sitting on the ridge is no longer there, and in its place is an ordinary feng shui position that can be seen everywhere.

Let alone imperial tombs or burial tombs, even people of any status in ancient times would not choose such an ordinary feng shui location to bury themselves.

Chen Pi lost his composure precisely because he understood this.

If the directions of the four cardinal points of heaven and earth are wrong, no matter how well you observe the terrain, it will be useless.

After a long while, Chen Pi finally suppressed his anger and regained his usual gloomy expression.

After walking a while further in, we reached the end of the main hall.

There is also a jade gate, which is made of four pieces of white marble. The door hinges are decorated with a hundred-legged dragon made of glazed glass, and the lintels are decorated with reliefs of music, dance and acrobatics.

The door is carved with two gatekeeper boys, and the door is sealed shut by sentries.

After prying it open, behind the door was a dark corridor leading to the rear hall of the Spirit Palace.

“I saw this kind of door at an auction in Beijing. It’s called a coiled dragon axle with a glass bolt.”

"A single door sold for 200 million, in M-currency! And wow, the door doesn't even look that heavy."

The fat man's eyes lit up immediately when he saw this.

"Fatty, just give up. This thing isn't worth that much; it's just hype!"

“Nowadays, a cash transaction for antiques is considered astronomical if it exceeds 20 million. At a normal auction, this door would be worth at most 400,000.”

Wu Xie does this kind of work, and he knows all the ins and outs of it, decisively shattering Fatty's illusions.

Moreover, damn it, this entire door is made of jade, so you can imagine how heavy such a large door must be.

Most importantly, when they came over, they literally carved a path through the snow-capped mountains.

How do we get this thing out of the country?
"No way, 40 turned into 2 million? Is that even possible?"

The fat man was stunned.

"What do you think? Everyone knows what auction houses are up to these days. They all think they can go three years without making a sale, and then make a fortune. If you run into an idiot and actually spend two hundred million to buy a door, then all you'll do for the rest of your life is spend money."

"Fatty, which auction house did you see this at? No matter how much hype there is, this thing shouldn't be worth two hundred million, right?"

"I think it's probably some rich family having a fight, which is why they drove up the price."

Wu Xie asked curiously.

"Ah, it's the auction at the most famous Crescent Hotel in Beijing... Crescent Hotel!?"

"Holy crap! Uncle... no, Master Ming!!! You're my master! The owner of the Crescent Moon Hotel is Yin Nanfeng, right? No, she's my aunt!"

"How about we discuss this? I'll try to find a way to get this stuff out of here. You can ask your aunt to help you figure out how to make a profit of 200 million."

"If we split it 50/50, each of us will have tens of millions. We won't have to rely on our old men for the rest of our lives; we can just lie in bed and wait to die, right?"

The fat man's eyes instantly changed, and he stared intently at Hu Ming.

“That’s the Nanfeng family’s auction, not mine… It’s no use telling me, you have to talk to her.”

Hu Ming's lips twitched. This fat guy, just for a few tens of millions, is already calling you "Master," acting like he's a generation above your father. What would your father think if he heard that? "Hey, Uncle, let's not pretend like this between brothers. We don't know what your relationship with Yin Nanfeng is, do we?"

"Do you really think we're blind? You tell me, Da Pan? Oh, right, you forgot, you haven't seen her, have you, naive young man?"

"Speaking of which, Uncle really knows how to have fun. There's a generational difference, more than twenty years. It's only fortunate that you and my brother are the same age, not old at all!"

The fat man curled his lip, looked at Hu Ming with disdain, and kept making up stories.

"..."

Hu Ming's lips twitched violently. He pushed the fat man aside and walked straight into the back hall corridor, not wanting to pay him any attention.

If he didn't know it was his own brother's son, he would have slapped him to death!
"No, Uncle, no, my dear grandfather!"

"No, I'll give you an extra 10% as an advance gift to you and your aunt, is that alright? I'm being very generous!"

The fat man kept shouting from behind.

Hu Ming silently quickened his pace.

That chubby kid is really toxic! Just like his dad!
Generally, a decorative coffin is placed in the center of the rear hall, with a burning longevity candle that never goes out, or a large number of offerings are piled up and replaced regularly by the tomb keeper.

But upon entering the inner hall, it was indeed as Hu Ming had described.

There was no coffin at all, no decorations, and no offerings whatsoever.

Only the walls on both sides and the dome above were covered with murals.

Upon closer inspection, the content of the mural sent chills down everyone's spines.

The murals are filled with centipedes coiled in the clouds.

Coiled up, soaring, covering the entire wall, at first glance it looked like it was crawling with centipedes.

Another part depicts many soldiers dressed in furs, bowing to the centipede in the sky.

In every mural, the centipede is invariably the main subject.

The people around him all appeared very small and extremely humble. Clearly, to these people from Dongxia, the Hundred-Legged Dragon held a higher status than any Eternal Heaven.

The only thing on display were three black stone beds with dragon patterns, covered with wooden bamboo carved with cloud edges, all of which had cracked from the cold.

This is called a coffin-laying platform. Behind the three coffin-laying platforms, in the center of the rear hall, there is a huge square stone slab protruding from the ground.

Apart from that, the entire rear hall was empty, with nothing else in sight.

According to the Book of Burial, the entrance to the underground palace should be located beneath this stone slab.

But after Monk Hua and his companions hurriedly moved the stone slabs, underneath lay blue bricks, identical to those on the side.

The situation here is exactly the same as what Hu Ming said before, without the slightest error.

Upon seeing this, Chen Pi's face darkened completely.

I took the compass and circled it around here.

Sure enough, the pointer was circling around this one point, pointing firmly to the east!
"Damn, there really is a magnet buried down there!"

"We've all been fooled by Wang Zanghai!"

Chen Pi couldn't help but curse again.

"To correct you, it was you who was fooled. I guessed what was going on here from the moment the pointer direction became abnormal."

Hu Ming was secretly pleased and retorted with a smile.