Chapter 780 Five Jin of Gold
"Hey!"
At the last moment, Huo Xiang rushed in and was almost crushed into a meat patty by the stone door.
"That was close!"
"How did you find this place? Why didn't you call me? You're not being fair. We're supposed to be friends, you should at least share some of this treasure with me."
As she spoke, Huo Xiang walked up to Song Chunxue and carefully examined her.
"I heard you broke through again, looks like it's true." His tone was somewhat disdainful. "Other people who break through usually strike while the iron is hot to consolidate their cultivation, why did you sleep for so long?"
As they spoke, they arrived at a more spacious place, which resembled a giant round jar. The walls and dome were gray-black, and the flat ground, which could accommodate hundreds of people, was empty.
"I heard that Master Xu and Wen Qianqiu are dead, is that true?"
Song Chunxue didn't join the others in searching for things or the next entrance or mechanism. From the beginning, she didn't really care whether there were treasures or anything else here.
She was more concerned about how they died; it couldn't possibly be that she actually beat them to death.
Although someone like Master Xu deserved to die.
"They're really dead. They were targeted by a group of evil cultivators, and their fate was tragic." Thinking of the rumors outside, Huo Xiang said calmly, "It has nothing to do with you. They deserved to die. From the moment they colluded with the evil cultivators, their fate was already sealed."
"We can't find the exit. Are we going to be trapped here?" Master Han searched around but found no clues. He then sat down against the wall. "I've been searching all morning. Let's take a break."
He produced a nice-looking water bag in his hand, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
Lord Zhao stood to the side and also took out a water bag, but it was more beautiful in appearance, with patterns on it, and even a string of small silver gourds hanging on it, symbolizing the arrival of good fortune and prosperity.
Song Chunxue initially thought that everyone's water bags were made of pigskin or cowhide, but later she learned that the water bags of wealthy people were exquisitely made and even had a bladder inside the cowhide, which made them better at storing water.
Unlike the cheaper kind, if the pigskin water bag is left too dry, the seams will crack and water will leak out.
Huo Xiang asked curiously, "How did you get in?"
"We broke it apart together," Master Han replied solemnly.
"You're kidding me. There's such a big stone gate," Huo Xiang sat down. "We've been searching for so long. Could it be that it's just an empty shell and all the valuables have already been taken?"
“But there’s hardly any dust here, which means nothing from outside can get in,” Lord Zhao looked around. “Could it be that it’s hidden away?”
“Perhaps there’s a mechanism here, but we just haven’t seen it,” Song Chunxue said, looking at Master Han. “Is there any indication on the compass?”
Master Han took it out and looked at it. "Nothing... something's not right." He suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and squatted down in the center. "There's something down there."
Wuyou followed along, imitating Master Han by gently tapping the stone slab ground with the hilt of his sword.
"Knock knock knock".
“It’s hollow underneath.” Master Han suddenly became interested and reached out to Lord Zhao, saying, “Bring me your silkworm hammer.”
After a moment's thought, Lord Zhao placed a ball of fine, shimmering silver thread in his palm.
“There’s no gap below.” Lord Zhao took out another iron hammer and slammed it hard into the ground.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Each tap raises the ground a certain distance.
To be precise, it is the height of this cylinder that is decreasing.
People started to panic.
Huo Xiang was especially afraid, so she grabbed Lord Zhao's wrist and said, "Stop knocking! What if we get crushed to death in this tiny space? This will be our coffin. It's so crowded! My expensive crystal coffin will just be given to someone else."
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Everyone fell silent.
"A crystal coffin? Is it very expensive?" Song Chunxue asked out of curiosity, "Who among the people I knew could afford a crystal coffin?"
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This time, it was the others' turn to be speechless.
Lord Zhao stopped what he was doing and his lips twitched. "It is quite expensive, a hundred taels of gold, but if you want it, I can give you a bite in the future."
Master Han bit his lower lip and remained silent.
“One bite isn’t enough, is it? I’ll give you one too. Maybe you and Xie Zheng will be buried together, and your coffins can’t be different.” Huo Xiang said seriously, “There are mines below our mountain gate where we can find crystals, and other colors as well…”
"Goose, goose, goose... goose, goose, goose..." Master Han laughed like a goose, it was unclear which sentence had tickled his funny bone.
Hahahaha.
Hahahaha~
"Hahahaha..."
The others were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The person who was just worried about being crushed to death here is now sitting on the ground laughing so hard that his eyes are almost closed.
Even Wu Bing, who is usually serious, covered his lips and laughed so hard that his shoulders shrugged.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, a large hole appeared beneath their feet, and a group of unsuspecting people fell in.
Everyone gritted their teeth, and no one made a sound of fear.
Song Chunxue felt as if she had fallen into a pile of money. She couldn't be mistaken for the sound; the clattering of coins was incredibly pleasant, comparable to celestial music.
When she opened her eyes, the golden color made her eyes widen, and a surge of joy rushed to the top of her head.
She couldn't help but grab a couple of handfuls and move them around; they were still gold!
Are you sure you didn't misread it?
"Senior Brother, is this gold? Can we fill a whole bag with it?"
Lord Zhao remained expressionless, one hand behind his back as he surveyed his surroundings. “Gold is the least valuable thing here. If you want to fill it up, the limit is five catties.”
Lord Zhao pointed to the huge characters on the opposite wall, "Fellow Daoist, do not be greedy, five catties at most."
"Fellow Daoist?" Song Chunxue was overjoyed and quickly took out a burlap sack from her Qiankun bag. "Which fellow Daoist is so interesting and so generous? I must kowtow and wish him a Happy New Year when I meet him in the future."
Five pounds of gold! Why not take it?
Since we're already here...
Who would turn down gold?
But she noticed that only she and Wu Bing were picking up gold; Wu Bing's money bag could only hold a few dozen pieces at most.
"Here, take this Qiankun bag. There are small burlap sacks inside."
"Master, this..."
"Take it. We're poor, they don't care. It's not wrong to go out and live a better life."
The smile on his lips was impossible to hide; few people who have experienced poverty could remain expressionless upon seeing so much gold.
But Lord Zhao, Daoist Han, and that patchouli didn't even glance at them.
They were rummaging through a pile of junk nearby, probably looking for something more valuable than gold.
Song Chunxue weighed the bag in her hand, deciding that less would be better than more; it would be troublesome if it exceeded five pounds.
Wu Bing grabbed a few handfuls, a little over four pounds, and then dared not fill them up. This was enough for the two of them to buy another small courtyard.
"Stop pretending, there's more stuff ahead." Huo Xiang said this and quickly ran towards the narrow doorway not far away.
Song Chunxue touched the lifelike golden lion sculpture beside her, put away the bag, and ran outside.
"Lord Zhao, Zhao Jin, stop!"
"Song Chunxue, your senior brother has gone mad! Come here quickly!"
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