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On the afternoon of the first day of filming, the sun was scorching in the courtyard of the Conch House, and the sea breeze was salty and damp.

Lin Yan's motto is "to do what you say."

He placed a folding deck chair under a large coconut tree by the yard, wearing sunglasses, covered in sunscreen, and holding an iced cola provided by the production team with tears in his eyes, and lay down peacefully.

This isn't labor reform; it's a pure paid leave.

In the center of the courtyard, Chef Huang and Teacher He were building an earthen stove with bricks, while Zhang Zifeng obediently washed vegetables beside them.

Chen Yu wielded an axe fiercely under the scorching sun, blatantly establishing his image as a hardworking individual.

Unfortunately, he was too weak. After swinging the axe for a long time, he only managed to break two pieces of wood, and he was already drenched in sweat.

Chen Yu wiped his sweat, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Yan sleeping soundly in the shade. He was so jealous that he almost ground his teeth to powder.

He slammed down the axe and deliberately moved closer to Lin Yan, shouting loudly.

"Teacher Lin, this firewood is too hard. If you've rested enough, could you lend a hand? Dinner is almost ready."

As soon as that loud voice came out, the camera immediately cut to a close-up.

Lin Yan didn't even glance at him, shifted to a more comfortable position, and took a sip of her cola.

"Chen Yu," Lin said lazily.

"You're holding that axe upside down. Also, you're not using your waist and are relying entirely on your wrists. You'll never be able to split this wood, not even in the end."

Chen Yu almost laughed out of anger: "Since Teacher Lin is so knowledgeable, why don't you get up and teach me?"

"I won't teach you." Lin Yan refused without hesitation.

"My hands are for playing guitar. If a splinter gets stuck in my hand, what are you going to do to compensate me?"

Chen Yu was speechless. He had wanted to take this opportunity to highlight Lin Yan's laziness, but Lin Yan's skin was as thick as a city wall, and he was completely unmoved by reason.

"Alright, I'll keep chopping!"

Chen Yu turned back in a fit of rage, glaring at the firewood in a fit of impotence.

In the live stream, just as Xingyao's hired trolls were about to stir up trouble and criticize Lin Yan for lacking team spirit, they were instantly overwhelmed by the barrage of comments from the general public:

[Holy crap! Lin Shen is awesome, a true internet mouthpiece for the working class!]

[Lin Yan: I have the 100,000 yuan penalty agreement in hand, no one can make me break a sweat!]

Honestly, watching Chen Yu chop wood with that frail look is nothing compared to watching Lin Yan relax and drink cola.

Lin Yan lay comfortably in the chair, completely ignoring the mess outside. He took out his phone and checked it.

Judging by the time, the 30,000 words I posted on Qihang Chinese website last night should have passed the review period and been allocated a recommendation slot.

He casually opened the author's backend.

Upon seeing the data, Lin Yan sat up slightly.

Within 24 hours of its release, "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" has garnered 1.2 favorites and over 3 recommendation votes.

These incredible statistics would be absolutely phenomenal in the suspense genre.

Even more outrageous is the tipping area, where rows of bright red floating screens are practically blinding.

[User "Mojin Xiaowei's Iron Fan" has donated 1000000 Qihang Coins to a Silver-level Grand Alliance!]

[User "Dare Not Pee at Night" tipped a Silver-level player 1000000 Starting Coins!]

Lin Yan casually opened the comments section, and the number of posts immediately exceeded five thousand.

[Holy crap! What kind of amazing book is this?! It starts by digging up ancestral graves, and there are bloody corpses too! I was so scared last night that I smashed my phone in my face, and my nose is still bruised!]

[The Seven Star Lu Palace? A legendary Warring States period tomb? How does this author know so much?]

[Can someone with a big head explain whether the Luoyang shovel's ingredients are actually mixed? The idea of ​​identifying a dynasty by the smell of soil? What did this author do before? Don't the police check his IP address?]

[You idiot, draw your sword! You're stuck on the part about the breathing sounds from the Seven Star Coffin; doesn't your conscience hurt?! Hurry up and update!]

Lin Yan burst out laughing when he saw the frantic messages urging him to update.

The power of the Earth God Book is such that it would still take off even in a different time and space.

They've only just entered the Lu King's Palace. If the story were to go on to describe the bronze gate and the forbidden women, these unsophisticated natives would go completely insane.

He didn't rush to post a new chapter; instead, he leisurely posted a pinned comment.

"Please be patient, everyone. Digging is a skilled job, take your time. Update tonight at 8 PM sharp."

After replying to the message, he put his phone back in his pocket and continued to close his eyes to rest and enjoy the sea breeze.

At the same time.

Beijing, Huaxia Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeology Institute.

The atmosphere in the core laboratory on the third floor was so tense it was almost palpable.

This is the most prestigious archaeological center in China, with walls covered with incomplete rubbings of ancient books and feng shui diagrams.

A young assistant wearing thick-rimmed glasses suddenly changed his expression, grabbed his tablet, and barged into the deputy director's office without even knocking.

"Mr. Sun! Take a look at this right now!" The assistant gasped for breath as he slammed the tablet onto the large desk.

Behind his desk, Professor Sun Changgeng, a leading figure in China's archaeological community, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, suddenly frowned deeply.

"What kind of sloppy work is this! Has there been a major breakthrough in the unearthed documents?" Professor Sun said unhappily, putting on his reading glasses.

"It's not a research paper, it's a web novel!" The assistant swallowed hard.

Professor Sun's face instantly darkened: "Nonsense! I asked you to investigate the Warring States bamboo slips unearthed in Luoyang, and you're trying to make fun of me with online novels?"

"It really isn't Old Sun! Look at the contents of this book..."

The assistant was so anxious that he immediately swiped to Chapter Two of "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles".

"This book contains interpretations of the Warring States period silk manuscripts, as well as ancient feng shui judgment formulas for tombs: 'To find the dragon, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier.'"

Professor Sun's eyes, which had been filled with anger, were fixed on the screen the moment they landed on those two phrases.

The old man's hand trembled violently.

"How...how could this incantation be..."

Professor Sun snatched the tablet and stared intently at the screen, word by word.

"This is impossible!" Professor Sun exclaimed in shock.

"This is top-secret information that we extracted from the tomb of a Tang Dynasty feng shui master three years ago. It has only been discussed in internal core journals, and there is absolutely no way the outside world could know about it!"

The assistant pointed to the bottom of the screen: "Not only that, Mr. Sun. If you scroll down, the details of the internal anti-theft structures of the 'Quicksand Layer' and the 'Firestone Array' are extremely precise, even specifying crude methods for brute-force attacks. This is definitely not something that could be made up on a whim!"

Professor Sun frantically scrolled down the screen, his breathing becoming unusually heavy.

Decades of archaeological intuition strongly suggest that the guy who wrote "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" is definitely not some keyboard-typing online novelist.

The sense of experience gained from years of working underground, evident between the lines, practically emanates from the earthy atmosphere even through the screen.

This author is either a descendant of a long-established tomb-raiding family, possessing the coordinates of ancient tombs that aren't even registered with the state; or he's a notorious thief who has raided countless magnificent tombs!

In either case, this is a groundbreaking clue for the Chinese archaeological community.

"Which platform is this book published on? What's the author's name?!" Professor Sun suddenly stood up, his voice deafening.

"Qihang Chinese Website. Pen name: ...Mojin Xiaowei (Mojin Captain)"

"Immediately!" Professor Sun grabbed the secure red phone from the table.

"Contact the Cybersecurity Bureau immediately! Seize the backend database of Qihang Chinese Website and identify the real IP address and identity of this 'treasure hunter'!"

"We absolutely cannot let this man get away! He definitely has something real!"

Professor Sun slammed down the phone, staring intently at the sentence on the screen, "Grandpa's arm was covered in blood," his mind churning with turmoil.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on Coconut Breeze Island in Hainan...

The "tomb raider" who had astonished the nation's top archaeologists was staring intently at the sizzling, crispy roasted suckling pig in front of him, his eyes gleaming, and he swallowed hard.

"Director Wang, where's the knife? Hurry up and cut it! The skin won't be crispy if it gets cold!" Lin Yan banged on the broken bowl in his hand, frantically urging the director, whose face had turned as green as a vegetable.