Jiang Shaomu always fell silent easily after coming to this tomb, just like the scribbled handwriting at this moment, stained with the oxidized marks of his father's blood, making him at a loss for words.
Those souls had been weak since they touched the coffin. Seeing his silent expression, a few souls who were not in the worst condition comforted him:
"Young man, you shouldn't be like this. These are the results of our hard work. You should be happy for us."
Jiang Shaomu could only smile and feel happy for them. He turned around and called Old Tang, saying:
"Captain Tang, there is basically no danger here. We can go and call for people to move the things. Ask a few more careful people to move the documents inside."
Fatty Wang realized that the matter was over, and out of curiosity he went to the front of the coffin to see what the information was. So another Fatty Wang joined the silent group, and soon, silence spread throughout the entire team.
A team of people opened a huge tomb worth a lot of money without any effort. Their good mood subsided and they quietly went in and out to move things. Those who moved the documents moved them very slowly, for fear of causing any damage to the documents.
Jiang Shaomu and Fatty Wang didn't need to move these things. They stood aside and watched the people coming and going. Fatty Wang whispered:
"Didn't you say before that they didn't turn into ghosts on their own? Then what will they do in the future?"
Fatty Wang thought that since Jiang Shaomu was a Taoist priest, he should be able to provide those bastards with a good place to go.
Jiang Shaomu knew what he meant, and he also had the ability to do so. He said, "After handing over the information, I plan to take them to see the flag-raising ceremony, and then send them off to the afterlife."
Fatty Wang nodded and asked, "Can we cook something for them? I think we have better conditions now and we should let them have something to taste."
Jiang Shaomu patted Fatty Wang, probably knowing that no Chinese person would remain unmoved by these things, so Fatty Wang racked his brains to treat them better.
Jiang Shaomu said: "They will live a very happy life in their next life." Fatty Wang stopped talking and said, "That's fine, that's fine."
Old Tang considered himself a Chinese at heart. He first asked his men to move the documents and then supervised them. When they were almost done, he came to discuss with Jiang Shaomu how to hand the documents over to the government.
It is not easy for him to find ways to make friends, as the leadership of the Taiwan government is not all of one mind, and he does not have any good connections in mainland China that he can pass on.
Jiang Shaomu agreed to this matter. It was originally his promise that he had to follow the whole process himself, otherwise he would not be at ease.
He put the information away. Those people didn't look particularly surprised. It seemed that they knew about some of the Taoist's abilities.
Although the process was quite smooth and almost effortless, Old Tang did not feel that he was at a loss. He still readily let the recruit take away the agreed reward first.
Although the items in the first few rooms were not valuable, the items in the last three rooms were extremely valuable, so he would never lose money.
Jiang Shaomu hesitated and took away a few valuable items. He had not intended to appear so greedy, but he wanted to hand them over to the country, especially the treasure that had been confirmed to be exhibited in a foreign museum in his era. Jiang Shaomu would never let it go abroad again.
Old Tang was very generous. He didn't even look closely at what everyone had. He just looked at whether the quantities matched.
Jiang Shaomu also took away the less valuable farm tools and items that looked like collections of the residents from the first two tombs. These items had to be returned to their original owners, and he had never been so grateful for having this ability as he was that day.
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