Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 338 A Millennium-Old Fine Wine!

"Hey, you guys wait here, let me, Fatty, scout ahead!"

Upon seeing the square hole, the fat man's eyes immediately lit up.

He waved to stop the others and slipped inside like the wind.

This is a nimble fat man.

After the fat man went inside, he lit up a lot of cold fireworks and threw them around before greeting Hu Ming and the others.

The group filed in, and on the other side of the square cave was a tomb chamber built of black rock.

Judging from its material, it is probably the same material as the human and horse figurines at the bottom of the moat, which is a unique stone in this area.

The tomb chamber is not very high; those who enter can barely stand upright.

Surprisingly, the overall space is quite spacious.

The surrounding walls are decorated with reliefs, depicting scenes from when the King of Wannu hosted a banquet for his ministers.

However, due to the unique geographical environment here, the reliefs have long been corroded, and only a rough outline can be seen.

At first glance, the tomb chamber is surrounded by many neatly arranged earthenware jars, each jar being about half a person's height.

"Hey, what kind of treasures are in here?"

"For the Emperor of Wannu to choose it as one of his burial items, it must be something incredibly precious, right?"

The fat man rubbed his hands together, his eyes practically glowing green, like a cat's eyes in the dark.

Seeing this, Hu Ming rolled his eyes helplessly, too lazy to stop the fat man, and let him go.

The fat man happily carried out an earthenware pot and broke the clay seal.

Instantly, a rich and mellow aroma of wine filled the entire tomb chamber.

"Damn, is this King Wan Nu a drunkard?"

"So much fine wine to be buried with you even in death? Tsk, smell this, it's good wine!"

"Look, after hundreds of years of aging, half of the wine has evaporated, and what's left is the essence—a treasure that money can't buy!"

The fat man took a deep, intoxicating breath and exclaimed in admiration.

He usually enjoys drinking, but he had never seen such a treasure that had been stored in an ancient tomb for hundreds of years.

The fat man couldn't resist any longer. He pulled out his paratrooper knife, dipped it in, and wanted to taste it.

Fortunately, the fat man knew that drinking could lead to trouble, and this was not the time to relax. He just wanted to taste it, instead of picking up the can and chugging it.

"Are you out of your mind? This wine has been stored for hundreds of years. It's expired. Be careful of food poisoning."

Wu Xie grabbed the fat man's hand.

"Naive, you don't understand. Cellared wine has no shelf life. It won't spoil even after being stored for thousands of years."

"Some people even say that eating the wine jar at the bottom of a thousand-year-old wine can grant immortality."

"Some of our ancestors went tomb raiding just for the wine. Tasting it won't do any harm, at most it'll give you a stomachache."

The fat man swayed and swallowed hard.

The aroma of the wine had already whetted the fat man's appetite.

"Fatty, wait..."

Suddenly, Panzi's expression changed, and he was about to reach out and knock over the jar in the fat man's hand.

"Hey, Panzi, what are you doing?"

"It hasn't been easy for anyone to get here, so what's wrong with the little fatty having just a sip of wine? It's just one sip, it won't interfere with our business!"

Hu Ming swiftly pulled Panzi over, his eyes crinkling with amusement, and spoke with righteous indignation.

"No, Mr. Ming, what I mean is, this wine..."

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal. I know you and Fatty don't get along, but let's not do it now, shall we?"

Hu Ming winked at Panzi, a smug look on his face. "Oh, sorry, Fatty, I got a little excited. It's nothing, just a sip of wine, it's fine!"

Panzi understood and quickly changed his tune.

Panzi had seen this kind of wine in some remote tribes when he was fighting abroad before, and he knew what it was.

This wine... really has a problem.

However, it won't harm people in any way; on the contrary, it's very nourishing.
This kind of infused liquor is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.

"No, what are you two doing? Why are you being so mysterious? It's just a sip of wine!"
"At worst, it'll just be diarrhea, no big deal. With my physique, even if I had to squat in the toilet for three days and three nights, I could still fight that giant zombie, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, for three days and three nights!"

The fat man stared blankly at the two who had suddenly reached an agreement, completely bewildered.

But this wine smells so good!
The fat man ignored the two men, dipped his paratrooper knife in the water, and put it in his mouth.

"I have a feeling that you two scoundrels are teaming up to scam Fatty. Is there something fishy about that wine?"

Wu Xie sidled up to Hu Ming and Pan Zi, who were grinning mischievously, and whispered in a low voice, "I'm asking you this."

The fat man was so engrossed in the alcohol that he didn't react in time.

But Wu Xie was an outsider; he could see clearly that there was definitely something wrong with the wine.

But he secretly watched the show with anticipation, not saying a word.

"...You...Wu Xie isn't a good person either!"

"Don't say that. We're all friends, there's no such thing as cheating or anything like that... Besides, it wasn't me and Panzi who cheated Fatty, but..."

"The three of us are teaming up to scam the fat guy!"

Hu Ming pointed at Wu Xie and corrected him.

If there's a pot on the stove, everyone should definitely help carry it!
"I'm fine with it!"

Wu Xie's lips twitched, and he said helplessly.

Just then, the fat man licked the amber wine off the paratrooper knife and closed his eyes with a look of ecstasy.

"It smells wonderful! It truly is a treasure that has been stored for hundreds of years!"

"Hey, why don't you guys try some? I guarantee it's a thousand times better than those so-called good wines on the market!"

After a long while, the fat man came to his senses and reluctantly put away his paratrooper knife.

If it weren't for the inappropriate time and place, he would have really drunk himself to death there.

To be able to drink ancient wine that is hundreds or even thousands of years old is an incredible privilege!
"No, no, Fatty, for the sake of my health, I'm giving up alcohol. I swear I'll never touch a drop again!"

"You can enjoy this treasure yourself. I'm just not meant to have it. Of course, if you'd like, you can take some back for your father, Uncle Jin, and the others to try."

Hu Ming waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Are you kidding? If you didn't know there was something in it, fine, but if you knew there was something in it, who the hell would drink it?"
"Huh? Quit drinking? And you're healthy? Are you kidding me? Uncle Ming, an ageless monster like you, healthy? Bah!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man curled his lip in disdain.

"Hey, little fatty, didn't you just say that eating a thousand-year-old wine jar would grant immortality?"

"Why don't you take a look in the wine trough and see if there's anything good there?"

Panzi looked at the fat man with pity and said with reluctance.

You can't bear it? Can't bear it my ass!
Hu Ming glanced sideways at Panzi, who was clearly grinning wickedly. This was like killing someone by attacking their spirit!

If the fat man didn't know, it would be fine; it's just a sip of highly nutritious ancient wine. But since he did know...
Hiss, what grudge, what hatred?
"Wine trough? Oh, right! The wine here is almost a thousand years old. Come, come, let me take a look. Maybe it really is an elixir of immortality! My old man also said it's a treasure!"

The fat man's eyes lit up, and he quickly used a knife to stir up the sediment at the bottom of the jar.

next moment.
"Holy crap, what the hell is this thing?!"

"Damn it, Panzi, did you guys already know all along and deliberately try to trick me, Fatty?"

"Damn it, there are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me!"

Upon seeing what was inside, the fat man's face immediately turned green, and he felt as if his stomach was churning like a raging storm.

It's like a fucking dream.
(End of this chapter)