Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

Chen Yan didn't care that Wu Xie didn't want to call him Brother Yan. He stood up and said, "This is a trap. There's something down there. Ninth Brother, go find the hot spring."

"OK."

Old Nine turned around and quickly disappeared into a crack.

From not far away, a tiger shouted, "Brother Yan, there's something over here!"

Chen Yan immediately got up and walked towards the tiger not far away. Wu Xie and the others followed, and the group stood in front of a stone sculpture.

The stone carvings are covered with exquisite murals.

Chen Yan walked up to the mural and looked at it. Wang Yueban, who was standing next to him, looked at it and said, "What the hell is this thing? It looks so strange."

Chen Yan remained silent, tracing the marks on the mural with his fingers, his expression calm and serene.

Then, the voice of the Ninth Brother, who had returned at some point, came from behind: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. This thing is called a centipede dragon."

Wu Xie and Wang Yueban exchanged a glance.

Wang Yueban chuckled and leaned closer, asking, "Hey Mr. Chen, tell me, what's this thing?"

"Nine dragons carrying the coffin."

Chen Yan extended his finger and gently touched a spot on the mural, saying, "In Feng Shui, the so-called dragon refers to the dragon vein. There are many dragon veins on the land of China, which is blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Therefore, there are legends of the three main dragon veins and the twelve branch dragon veins since ancient times."

"I've heard that all the dragon veins in the world originate from Kunlun. Is that true?"

Wu Xie looked at the mural from the side and asked a question.

Chen Yan withdrew his hand, turned around, sat down, and said, "Kunlun? You mean Kunlun Mountain, or Kunlun?"

Pan Zi, sitting to the side, asked in confusion, "Young Master Chen, what's the difference?"

Wu Xie, Wang Yueban, Zhang Qiling, Meng Hu, and Lao Jiu all sat down and looked at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan ran his fingers through his hair, took out a cigarette case from his pocket with one hand, flicked away the lighter with the other, lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

After lighting it, he looked up at the people opposite him and said, "Kunlun Mountain, it's called Kunlun."

"Before Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms, the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi were also known as 'Kunlun'."

During the pre-Qin period, the Qinling Mountains were also known as "Zhongnan Mountain".

"So, are you really sure that the Kunlun Mountains you're referring to are the same Kunlun Mountains you know?"

Wu Xie asked curiously, "You just mentioned nine dragons carrying a coffin. Is there any story behind that?"

Chen Yan's gaze fell on the mural behind them. Before he could speak, Lao Jiu said, "The Chinese dragon totem was initially a composite image of various animals. It was only later, as Han culture spread and the cultures of the Yi and Xia peoples merged, that it gradually evolved into the coiled dragon you are talking about now."

"The earliest dragon totems in the Eastern Xia Kingdom were almost all like this."

Wu Xie and Wang Yueban both looked at the stone sculpture. This so-called centipede was a fusion of a dragon and a centipede.

It makes people look less imposing and gives off an inexplicable eeriness.

Wang Yueban said, "Ninth Brother, from what you're saying, this is something from the Eastern Xia Kingdom?"

Wu Xie looked at Chen Yan and asked, "Then what was that Nine Dragons Carrying the Corpse Coffin you mentioned before?"

As he spoke, Wu Xie glanced at the broken edge of the stone carving and said, "It looks like two dragons playing with a pearl. Could it be two doors, one on the left and one on the right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xie turned around and saw that Chen Yan and the other two were looking at him.

Wu Xie asked in a low voice, "Did I say something wrong?"

Chen Yan chuckled, looking at Wu Xie with an expression as if he were watching a spectacle: "I never expected that the Nine Gates' three generations would have such a profound family tradition of learning."

"If I had known that the next head of the Nine Gates would be like this, why would I have come back? It would have been better to carve out my own territory than to return to the Nine Gates."

Chen Yan's tone was neither too light nor too heavy, and it did not make people feel that he was mocking them. It just felt like he was stating his thoughts.

Even so, Wu Xie instantly felt his face burning with embarrassment.

Seeing Wu Xie's expression, Pan Zi immediately asked, "Young Master Chen, tell me, what is this?"

Chen Yan sighed, glanced at Lao Jiu, and Lao Jiu said simply, "Let Meng Hu handle this."

"Tiger, go."

The tiger smiled, got up, walked to the dragon's mouth on the stone carving, and reached out to pull it out of the dragon's mouth.

Wang Yueban and the others stared in astonishment at the black chain in the tiger's hand.

"Holy crap, buddy, you pulled out the dragon tendon?"

The tiger released its grip, and Old Nine said casually, "This thing is called a sealing stone."

He glanced at Wang Yueban and Wu Xie and said, "This chain is the horse chain used to pull the sealing stone when the tomb was sealed."

"And you call yourselves third-generation members of the Nine Gates?"

Chen Yan looked at Wu Xie with suspicion: "I'm curious, you don't even recognize the sealing stone, have you ever been to a tomb?"

"If not, then your third uncle sent you here. Are you really sure it was your third uncle who sent you?"

A smile played on Chen Yan's lips, his voice still gentle: "I have reason to suspect that someone wants you dead here and wants to frame the Chen family."

Wu Xie said somewhat awkwardly, "I've been to tombs, but I didn't find this thing there."

Lao Jiu rolled his eyes. Pan Zi saw this and was about to say something when Wu Xie grabbed Pan Zi's hand, looked at Chen Yan, and chuckled, "None of us have as much experience as you. So, we'll leave this trip to Brother Yan."

Hearing Wu Xie start calling him "brother" now, Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, lowered his head to brush off the black ash from his cuffs, and said, "Young Master Wu is quite clever."

Wu Xie didn't say anything after hearing this, he just smiled.

Wang Yueban originally wanted to hear about the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin, but these people couldn't get to the point for a long time.

I decided to start studying the murals around me.

These murals are different from stone carvings; they are directly engraved on the walls.

As Wang Yueban studied it, he discovered a piece that was sticking up.

Those with restless hands start picking and tearing at things.

Chen Yan and the others noticed, but no one paid any attention to him.

Wu Xie coughed twice and asked, "Then, Brother Yan, what is the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin?"

Old Nine glanced at Chen Yan before saying, "Hey fat guy, can you finish picking it out yourself? Help me out."

As he spoke, Lao Jiu stood up, and Meng Hu helped him as well. Pan Zi and Wu Xie both stood up and looked at Wang Yueban.

"Damn, Tianzhen, come help! This tomb owner is really cunning. Luckily, I, Fatty, am quick-witted."

Wu Xie was speechless. This wasn't cleverness; it was just pure impulsiveness.

However, Wu Xie still helped deal with the murals, and even Zhang Qiling joined in.

After all the murals were finished, everyone except Chen Yan, who was still gazing at Qinan, was stunned and amazed by the beautiful murals before them.