He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

Prices are fair and transparent; the cost of every item is clearly stated.

After hearing what the two said, Lao Hu was able to barely maintain his composure, but when the fat man said it, he was practically grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh my god! No wonder they say the ways to get rich are written in the criminal code. Old Hu, did you hear that? That's over a million! How many pirated DVDs would I have to sell to make that much?"

Speaking of the wonderful parts, the fat man couldn't help but clench his fist.

"Although this amount of money can't buy us a house in Beijing, it should be enough to set up a street stall or rent a storefront, right?"

From now on, we're considered bosses!

Despite his smugness, the fat man was actually quite shrewd, though he didn't say things outright.

Fatty himself is one thing, but the legacy Lao Hu carries is definitely not fake.

You can make over a million yuan from just one job, so what if you do a few more?

Back in the 1980s, Lao Hu, who had just retired from the front lines, might have had some reservations and was unwilling to do the work of a tomb raider, but was forced to participate.

But if it were today...

[It's not just about our comrades and their families; with prices these days, we'd need at least a few courtyard houses so everyone can have enough to eat and drink in the future, right?]

With their plans in mind, it's easy to imagine that Hu and Pang will definitely not stop in the future.

"Fatty, how can you talk like that? We should thank Master Qin! If it weren't for his generosity, we probably wouldn't have earned this much money even if we worked ourselves to death!"

"You're exaggerating!"

With a wave of his hand, Qin Yun didn't try to amuse himself in front of Hu Pang and his companion.

"We're all in the same circle. If you have any good stuff or want to learn about lamas, you can come to me."

Don't worry, we're family, the price is absolutely fair!

"Catch a lama? Catch what lama? Is this some kind of business with monks?"

You look like a monk to me!

My brother here is no expert; please excuse him, Master Qin.

He slapped the fat man on the back of the head in an annoyed tone, and then whispered an explanation in his ear.

"Jia Lama" is actually slang in the tomb raiding industry. To put it bluntly, it means to raid tombs together. In the north, it is also called "Zhi Guo" or "Zhuo Dou" in earlier times. They all mean the same thing.

If you encounter a particularly dangerous tomb that you can't handle on your own, you'll naturally need to find a fellow lama to help you.

"Whether it's shipping goods or capturing lamas, if needed in the future, we hope Master Qin will lend a hand!"

After speaking, Lao Hu solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute. Hu Bayi held Qin Yun, a seasoned veteran, in high regard.

"polite!"

After chatting for a while and seeing Hu Pang and his companion off, Qin Yun had no intention of taking them in.

Firstly, both of them are unruly individuals, and they find it difficult to convince others except for each other.

Furthermore, Hu and Pang are somewhat weaker nowadays.

When armed, they might not fear ordinary superhumans, but in a one-on-one fight, they are just ordinary people with slightly better skills.

Add to that Fatty's reckless personality; to put it bluntly, if it weren't for the protagonist's halo, with his impulsive nature, he would have died countless times already.

Such a troublemaker is best left to someone else to deal with.

……

Night fell over Tianjin, and the lights on the second floor of the Silent House were dim and warm.

After seeing Huba and Wang Kaixuan off, Qin Yun sorted all the funerary objects he had collected that day into categories.

The gold mask and the double jade discs with moth-shaped bodies and dragon patterns were all locked in the safe.

After that, I'll contact some suitable buyers and then sell it. If all else fails, I can try to find a way to auction it in Hong Kong.

The Qin family has been in this business for almost a hundred years. What is there that Qin Yun doesn't know about the intricacies of the antique industry?

Over there, anyone who can be called a collector is clean, and almost everyone whose name you can name has done business with the Qin family.

The only difference is that it's an individual versus a front man.

As for the firearms and ammunition, Qin Yun stored them in the imaginary space of the Exquisite Jade Key, leaving no trace.

This thing is certainly not meant to threaten people with supernatural abilities. If someone has mastered self-defense techniques, very few people are afraid of guns.

However, if it doesn't work well against superhumans, surely it can still be used against ordinary people?

You don't need to say anything more; the truth will speak for you!

After placing the cigarette, Qin Yun lit it and leaned against the window, puffing away.

With a swipe of my finger across the phone screen, I casually ordered a complete set of tomb raiding supplies.

High-strength entrenching tools, military gas masks, waterproof searchlights, coagulation agents, black donkey hooves, glutinous rice...

With Ao Bai's tomb so close at hand, we must ensure that all supplies are prepared without fail.

On the corner of the table, the Shark Tooth Sword was placed in a glass container, which was originally a fish tank that Qin Yun used to keep fish.

However, in order to activate the Shark Tooth Sword, we have to make room for the koi inside first.

I picked up a glass from the table; it contained freshly placed shark blood, still slightly salty and fishy.

It was the shark that was ordered from Xiaotaoyuan during the day.

With a slight tilt of his wrist, thick, crimson shark blood slowly dripped onto the sword.

zizi——

The chilling aura and the fresh blood energy collided instantly, causing the Shark Tooth Sword to tremble violently. A fine black and red halo appeared on the blade, and shark blood slowly seeped into it along the grooves of the sword teeth. The originally dormant spiritual consciousness of the magical artifact gradually began to awaken.

According to Golden Eyes, the recognition process will be completed in three days at most!

Once the ceremony of recognizing the master is complete, we can set off for Ao Bai's tomb!

……

As for Liu Yanyan...

After a short while, she got used to the rules of the Silent Shop.

During the day, I do some cleaning and there's nothing heavy to do. At night, I just need to quietly cultivate myself.

Liu Yanyan thought that life would continue to be so comfortable, but she never expected that things would not stay peaceful forever!

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

In a corner on the first floor, Liu Yanyan gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. The voice on the other end of the line was cold and sarcastic, causing Liu Yanyan's brows to furrow deeply.

"Where the hell have you been? Don't the Liu family of Xiangxi have any integrity? We asked you to steal a corpse, and it was either windy or rainy! Do you even want to join our Quanxing sect anymore?!"

The voice on the phone was somewhat sarcastic; it wasn't Lü Liang or Xia He's, but rather one of their men.

"The corpse-driving successor of the Liu family? I think he's nothing but a good-for-nothing. He can't even retrieve a corpse, yet he has the nerve to hide and avoid showing his face..."

"You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! Who do you think you are, daring to yell at me like that!"

Afraid of disturbing Qin Yun, Liu Yanyan also lowered her voice and cursed.

"Oh my, you've got some backbone, but you don't even dare to yell at people. What else can you do!"

I don't want to say anything more. I've already sent you the location. If you've got the guts, let's meet here. Let's settle our scores and disputes according to the rules of the martial arts world!

"Fine! Let's see you then! If I don't make you shit your ass today, I'll consider it a clean slate!"

The harsh words drilled into her ears again and again, and Liu Yanyan's anger, which had been building up for many days, exploded instantly.

"Lü Liang!!!"

After hanging up the phone, Liu Yanyan muttered the name angrily.

She wanted to get her revenge and give herself an explanation!

A hint of madness flashed in Liu Yanyan's eyes as she turned and crept towards a hidden corner in the backyard of the Silent House, where her last three zombies were kept—her trump card.

"Lu Liang, you've fooled the wrong person. I'm not some delicate woman; I'm strong and resourceful!"