Old Master Yan, whose full name is Yan Weian, is ostensibly a master of feng shui who can interpret yin and yang, but most of the older generation in the archaeological world know his other identity: a tomb raider.
While the term "tomb raider" might not be familiar to the average person, the term "grave robber" is almost universally known.
Yan Weian has been in this line of work for many years. Because of his good reputation and excellent skills, he is very famous in this circle. Those who know him call him Old Man Yan, while the younger generation usually respectfully call him Master Yan.
The middle-aged man next to Yan Weian is his junior apprentice Yao Jingping, and the young man is Yao Jingping's nephew Yao Jinpeng. The three of them are from the same lineage and all use the method of "finding the burial site by dividing the gold" to determine the location of the tomb. They are the best people to find the best location to dig the hole.
As dusk fell, everyone wandered around, not really just strolling, but trying to follow Yan Weian to pinpoint the location of the tomb. However, Shi Lan accidentally stumbled into it.
Generally speaking, large tombs are usually buried very deep underground, and the stone doors sealing the tomb are reinforced with various materials to make them extremely secure. However, this tomb is a bit strange. There is a hole at the entrance of the tomb. Although she doesn't know why, Shi Lan always felt that the hole did not appear out of thin air.
The tomb door below looks like an ordinary gray-black stone slab, but upon closer inspection, it can be found that it is sealed with as many as three layers. If Shi Lan is not mistaken, that hole must have been dug by some tomb raider, who then went through a lot of trouble only to find that it could not be opened at all.
As for how the original owner fell down, Shi Lan turned her eyes and glanced indifferently at Huang Wanrou beside her.
That's a question for this kind and helpful senior student.
Huang Wanrou, with her keen senses, noticed Shi Lan's gaze and walked over: "What's wrong? Is something the problem?"
Shi Lan shook her head. "It's nothing, I just feel a little cold."
Huang Wanrou smiled and said, "There's no shelter here, so it's bound to be windy and a bit cold, which is normal."
Shi Lan curled the corners of her lips, nodded, and said nothing, but in her heart she was quite unconvinced. For some reason, she couldn't shake off her wariness of Huang Wanrou.
Zhou Yan and Wang Haibo nimbly climbed out of the cave.
Huang Wanrou turned to the two of them and asked, "How is it? Is everything ready?"
Wang Haibo nodded and said, "Stand still, I'm going to light the fire." As he spoke, he took out a lighter, lit something, and a burst of sparks quickly slid into the hole along a wire.
A dozen seconds later, a rumble came from underground, and Shi Lan felt the ground beneath her feet shake.
As the tremors gradually subsided, Wang Haibo lit a candle and brought it to the entrance of the cave.
The candle flickered a few times, the flame seemed to be worn down by something, slowly getting smaller, and just when it looked like it was going out, it suddenly jumped a few times and gradually lit up again.
After waiting a few seconds and seeing the flame still burning, Wang Haibo blew out the candle, stood up, and said, "That's enough."
Huang Wanyi perked up, and a look of joy appeared on her pretty face.
Shi Lan frowned as she looked at the cave entrance, where wisps of light gray smoke emanated from the edge, but when they floated into the air, they emitted a cold, bluish hue.
Shi Lan's heart suddenly tightened. Although she didn't know what this situation meant, she could foresee that this trip was likely to be fraught with danger, just thinking about the hideous black shadow that the original owner had seen before.
One by one, everyone went downstairs. Huang Wanrou was about to take a step when she turned around and found Shi Lan standing still. She asked in surprise, "Shi Lan, aren't you coming down?"
Shi Lan was a little embarrassed. "Senior, I won't go down with you this time."
Huang Wanrou was taken aback, her pretty face suddenly darkening. "Shi Lan, are you joking?"
Shi Lan shook her head. "I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to go back on my word. I will find a way to pay you back the money I owe you."
Huang Wanrou's previous amiable demeanor vanished, replaced by a tense face so cold it could be frosty. "Return it? What do you have to return it with? If you want to return it, give it to me now. If you don't have any, then come down with me right now and stop spouting those laughable empty words."
Shi Lan frowned. The original owner of this body had no money at all; two hundred thousand yuan was an astronomical figure for her now.
Huang Wanrou looked at her silent expression and sneered, "If you know what's good for you, hurry up and go down. There's something I want in this tomb. If you help me get it out, I'll give you that money for free."
Shi Lan's heart began to pound. The more Huang Wanrou acted this way, the more uneasy she felt. So she unconsciously started kicking the pebbles under her feet.
"Otherwise, don't blame me for having someone sabotage things. Whether your sister survives or not will depend on her luck," Huang Wanrou said, glancing at Shi Lan's feet when she saw that Shi Lan was silent and ignoring her. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, she raised her phone and spoke with a threatening tone.
Shi Lan quickly considered the matter. The original owner valued the girl who was a few years older than her very much. If something happened to the girl, the original owner would definitely not be satisfied, and then she probably wouldn't be able to get the stone back.
“Okay, I’ll go down,” Shi Lan said, her feet tumbling over the pebbles a few times before stopping. She looked at them for a few seconds and nodded.
Since fate intends for her to go down, why shouldn't she go?
Anyway, the original owner had gone down there before. Although Shi Lan didn't know her wish, she was certain that all of this was related to Huang Wanrou. The only thing to do now was to follow the previous path and act according to the situation. Huang Wanrou would eventually slip up.
Leng Qingyue had been watching the two of them. When he saw Shi Lan walk towards the cave entrance, a hint of hesitation suddenly appeared on his refined and fair face. "Wanrou, if Shi Lan really doesn't want to, then forget it. Anyway..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huang Wanrou turned and glared at Leng Qingyue, her lips moving slightly as if she were saying something.
Shi Lan noticed something was wrong and turned to look, only to see the last few words she said.
Shi Lan went down into the cave without making a sound, silently recalling her lip movements.
Counterfeit?
She claims to be an imposter, but who is the real one? Is she referring to the original owner? No, when she entered this body, the original owner had already arrived at her invitation. When it was her turn, Huang Wanrou didn't show any unusual reaction, indicating she didn't know the person inside had changed. Therefore, the imposter she's referring to must be the original owner. So, who is the real one she's talking about?
She heard light footsteps behind her. Shi Lan glanced to the side and saw Huang Wanrou and Leng Qingyue following closely behind her. She frowned slightly and then looked at the tomb door, which had been blown open and was about half a meter in diameter.
Beside the door, where rubble had rolled down, Old Man Yan stood with his head down, looking solemnly at the compass in his hand. His junior brother and nephew stood beside him. Wang Haibo carried a large bag on his back and was swinging something that looked like a small crossbow in his hand. He stood with Zhou Yan and Old Man Yan, clearly separated from each other.
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