Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 69 Conjoined Coffins
"Swear it!" Hu Ming asked cautiously, somewhat disbelieving Yang Xueli.

Hu Ming, a veteran of the battlefield, is extremely cautious and didn't trust Yang Xueli to begin with.

What if Yang Xueli tricks me? I'll end up in a cage again, and then I'll regret it.

"Alright, Hu Ming."

Shirley had to swear an oath. Is an oath even useful?
Hu Bayi didn't believe that oaths worked, so he looked at Mingzi and said something.

Hu Ming frowned upon hearing this and stared at Yang Xueli, saying, "After you talked about that mural today, I also feel that the mural is incomplete, and the important clues are missing. I estimate that there are clues in Prince Gu Mo's coffin."

"It's a clue to finding the ancient city of Jingjue," Hu Ming said confidently.

He usually has a basis for what he says, and after several comparisons, his words have been verified to be correct.

Yang Xueli still trusted Hu Ming's words, and Hu Ming said this for safety's sake, fearing that she would abandon him after using him, since he didn't know how many clues the notebook had given this woman.

If the clues in this tomb are not important to her, then this incident might give her leverage against him.

Yang Xueli felt even more anxious to open the coffin. She didn't even want to wait any longer, because for her, nothing was more important than finding the Jingjue Ancient City.

After discussing it, the group decided to descend into the tomb at 2 a.m. At 1 a.m., under the bright moonlight...

Four figures gathered furtively and then quietly approached the fortress.

“No, someone needs to keep watch up there.” Hu Bayi frowned and glanced at the tent. “Everyone’s drunk tonight. If no one is on guard, they won’t wake up if danger comes. Someone needs to stay up there to keep watch.”

But who should stay? All of them wanted to go down and take a look, after all, such an opportunity was rare.

That's Prince Gu Mo's coffin, after all. Shouldn't we at least see what the prince looked like?
“No need.” At this moment, Hu Ming looked around and said, “This place is all yellow sand for miles around, and not even saxaul grass grows. Even if a desert wolf wanted to come here, it would take it several hours to run.”

"Besides, camels are the best sentinels. Although that old man Anliman looks like he's drunk a lot, he actually has a very high alcohol tolerance and isn't drunk at all. As long as his camels call out, he will definitely wake up."

"Also, that old man Anliman has a habit of getting up every now and then at night to check on the camels. Nothing will happen."

Upon hearing Hu Ming's words, Hu Bayi immediately nodded.

The group entered the fortress and stood beside the well.

The suspended ladder that the archaeological team used before hasn't been dismantled yet, perfect, Fatty can go down first.

Next up are Hu Bayi, Yang Xueli, Hu Ming...

Soon, all four of them arrived at the bottom.

The four men stood on the stone platform, their headlamps shining brightly. They looked at the iron gate that had been closed and covered with animal hides. The fat man volunteered and quickly peeled off the animal hides. Hu Bayi placed the hides on a moisture-proof cloth.

crunch...

They pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

Having just passed through here a few hours ago, Fatty, Hu Bayi, and Shirley Yang knew the place like the back of their hand. They arrived at the sacrificial chamber in no time. Hu Ming looked at the large stone slab, didn't say a word, and directly grabbed the iron ring.

He gave a sharp pull, lifting the large stone slab. Hu Bayi helped pull as well, and Fatty and Yang Xueli were about to help when they realized the two of them had already done it. "Holy crap, it took me, Lao Hu, Xiao Sa, and Xiao Chu four to barely move this slab, and you and Lao Hu did it in just two days?" Fatty stared at Hu Ming in disbelief.

As for Hu Bayi, Fatty knew about his strength.

At this moment, Yang Xueli and Hu Bayi also looked at Hu Ming with surprise.
This power is terrifying.

Hu Bayi looked at Hu Ming and thought to himself: When did Mingzi become so strong? He was strong before, but not as strong as he is now!
"Alright, don't worry about the details! I'll tell you about my situation when I get back to Beijing," Hu Ming said, waving his hand.

Hu Bayi and Fatty exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Yang Xueli looked at Hu Ming meaningfully, but did not ask any questions.

Upon entering the spacious tomb chamber, Hu Ming looked once more at the portrait carved on the stone wall. Seeing the veiled Queen Jingjue so lifelike, he was once again awestruck. The portrait was incredibly realistic!
But is the Queen of Jingjue still alive? Or rather, did she successfully resurrect? Or has she become a demon?
The fat man rubbed his fists together and began to circle the huge ice stone coffin, his eyes gleaming, ready to open it.

"Old Hu, are you in front or behind?"

"By the way, Miss Yang, you can step aside. The three of us brothers can handle opening the coffin." He glanced at Yang Xueli, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

They either looked down on Yang Xueli, or they were afraid that Yang Xueli would change her mind and want to take the treasure.

In the fat man's view, since you didn't open the coffin, you have no right to claim the treasure; the treasure belongs to our country.

Yang Xueli was meticulous and had long seen through the fat man's character, so she took a few steps back and said, "I only want the clues in the coffin, I don't want the rest."

"its not right."

At this moment, Hu Bayi looked at Hu Ming and the others with surprise. "Professor Chen and the others were with us when we came down earlier, so I didn't pay attention. Now that I see it, I realize it's a conjoined coffin?"

Yang Xueli hadn't paid attention to the coffin before, but after hearing Hu Bayi's words, she raised an eyebrow, walked over to the coffin, and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, it was a conjoined coffin.

"Strange?" the fat man wondered, touching the coffin for a long time but still unable to find the gap between the lid and the coffin. He looked at Mingzi in confusion: "Mingzi, you're so knowledgeable, do you even know what this coffin is? And Old Hu, your 'Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique' doesn't record this kind of coffin either?"

Hu Bayi frowned, pondering the "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique." Well, he was still only a half-baked expert. Although he knew about this kind of coffin, he didn't know how to make it. His grandfather had mentioned it before, but he was too young to remember it.

As for Hu Ming, like Hu Bayi, he didn't know much about the "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique," so he had to recall the archaeologist's memories.

Yang Xueli thought about it carefully for a long time, but still came up with nothing.

Her maternal grandfather never mentioned these things, nor did he leave any notes.

She, Hu Bayi, and the fat man all looked at Hu Ming. Now, they could only look to this young man in front of them.
"Alright, in my opinion, we should just smash the coffin with force."

The fat man looked at it for a long time, and seeing that Hu Ming had not come up with any ideas, he made a suggestion directly.

"No, we can't damage the coffin, or the things inside might be destroyed," Yang Xueli said worriedly.

"I understand, this is a type of anti-theft coffin," Hu Ming said, glancing at Yang Xueli and the others.

(End of this chapter)