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Luo Fei, carrying Xiao Bai, quickly flew to the deep mountains behind Liuxi Village.

When he arrived at the explosion site, he was hovering about fifty meters above the ground, with layers of tree canopies beneath his feet.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, mixed with the scent of burnt earth, as if someone had just set off a string of firecrackers.

He looked down and saw a wisp of smoke rising from the woods, drifting upwards in a crooked and distorted manner.

He lowered his altitude slightly, landing behind the canopy of a large tree, and looked down through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

An irregular hole was blasted into the ground, its edges charred black, with soil swirling around.

The opening is about one meter wide, sloping downwards, and its depth is unknown.

Gravel and dirt were scattered around the edge of the cave entrance. Several stones were blown away by the blast wave and landed in the bushes a few meters away, breaking dead branches and bending grass stems.

Six people were standing beside the cave entrance.

They were dressed in dark clothes, wore hats, carried bulging backpacks, and held various tools such as shovels, picks, crowbars, and ropes in their hands.

There were several equally bulging cloth bags next to it, and through the openings you could see that they contained homemade explosives and detonators.

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Their faces were covered in dust and sweat, and some even had grease on their faces.

One of them squatted on the ground, coughing violently as if something had entered his lungs. His face turned red from coughing, and tears and snot covered his face.

The coughing man raised his head, spat out a mouthful of gray saliva, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the blasted hole, then glanced around at his companions, his expression indescribable, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Liu Zi, you idiot! You released too much again! Last time in Shaanxi Province you released too much too, and it blew up half of the tomb passage. And this time you released too much again! If we make too much noise and attract the police from that village outside, we're all doomed! Can't you release less? Don't you have any sense of proportion?"

The man called Liu Zi stood by the cave entrance, still clutching the end of the fuse in his hand. The fuse was still emitting wisps of smoke, which he casually tossed on the ground and crushed out the sparks with his foot.

He looked to be in his early twenties, as thin as a bamboo pole, with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks.

He was wearing a camouflage jacket with holes, the zipper only half-zipped up, revealing a gray hoodie underneath, the collar of which was frayed.

He curled his lip, his tone carrying a dismissive air of "you're lecturing me": "What's the rush? I learned this professional blasting technique from books. I passed junior high chemistry every time. This amount is just right to blast open the soil layer without damaging what's inside. You don't know anything."

After he finished speaking, he raised his chin, as if waiting for someone to praise him.

A burly man with a thick beard squatted down nearby, tidying up the scattered tools. While tightening the straps on the shovel, he replied without looking up, "Liu Zi, I remember you didn't graduate from junior high, right? You dropped out in the second or third year. How did you even pass?"

Liu Zi's expression stiffened for a moment. He glared at the burly man with the thick beard, his tone still forceful: "Then I'm better at chemistry than you. You didn't even finish elementary school, do you even know what chemistry is?"

The burly man with the thick beard wasn't angry. He tossed the shovel over his shoulder and scoffed, "Fine, you're something else. When we go down into the tomb later, you go first. If you make any more noise, you can explain it to the police yourself."

Finally, someone who looked like the leader spoke.

He stood at the edge of the cave entrance, holding a roll of blueprints in his hand. The blueprints were very old, with yellowed and curled edges, covered with creases and cracks, like an old map that had been repeatedly opened and closed.

He didn't turn around, his voice low and slightly hoarse: "Stop talking nonsense. Everything's packed in here, ready to go into the tomb. Anyone who utters another word will have half their share less after today's work is finished."

Liu Zi and the bearded man stopped arguing and lowered their heads to pack their things.

The others were also busy checking their backpacks, and some turned on their flashlights to test the light.

Liu Zi used a shovel to clear away the rubble at the entrance of the hole, making the entrance more spacious.

Luo Fei stood in the tree canopy, holding Xiao Bai, observing the people's every move and paying attention to their conversation.

His brow furrowed slightly, not out of confusion, but as he pondered—when did an ancient tomb appear in these mountains?

He grew up in Liuxi Village. When he was a child, he would go up the mountain with his grandfather to chop firewood, with his father to cut timber, and with his classmates to pick wild fruits.

He had traveled through these mountains countless times, but had never heard anyone mention that there were ancient tombs there.

The village elders love to gather under the big locust tree at the village entrance to reminisce about the past, the bandits of the late Qing Dynasty, the wealthy families of that time, and stories of bandit suppression.

They told many stories, but never mentioned the ancient tomb.

Even my grandfather, who could talk for three days and three nights about how many acres of land we owned and what crops were planted on each plot, never mentioned that there was an ancient tomb in the mountains.

The people continued making preparations at the cave entrance, chatting as they worked.

Luo Fei listened intently, catching several key pieces of information: the Song Dynasty, northern princes and nobles, war, southward migration, gold and silver treasures, and ancient books.

The general situation is as follows: A nobleman from the north during the Song Dynasty, in order to escape the war, disguised himself as a refugee and migrated south with his entire family and all his property.

He brought with him a large amount of gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings. After settling in the south, he used these assets to build up his business and became a wealthy and famous man in the area.

Later, when war broke out again, this nobleman led his people into the deep mountains to protect his family and property.

For safety, he placed the treasure in a tomb that had been prepared over several years and had many people working on it.

He originally planned to retrieve the treasure after the war subsided.

However, the war never subsided, and during this time they encountered bandits, forcing the clansmen to scatter and flee to many places, eventually disappearing into the annals of history.

Few people knew the location of the treasure, and most of them died in the initial accidents.

So those valuables remained in the mountains, sealed away for over a thousand years.

It wasn't until the group of tomb raiders discovered a clue in a stolen ancient book that they tracked them all the way here, blasted open the mountain with explosives, and found this entrance.

Luo Fei's lips twitched slightly.

The leader pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket, looked at the markings on it, compared it with the direction of the cave entrance, nodded, and said, "This is it. The entrance drawn on the map matches this cave entrance perfectly. Prepare to go down into the tomb."