Shi Lan touched her chest and felt much more at ease.
Two meters away, Huang Wanrou walked through the mist. Shi Lan was surprised to find that, like herself, Huang Wanrou was not surrounded by black mist.
What's going on? Does she know some kind of magic technique? My magic technique was given to me by Mingxiao, so what about hers?
Shi Lan had a lot of questions in her mind.
Seeing Shi Lan standing there dumbfounded, Huang Wanrou became a little impatient. "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you up ahead."
Upon hearing this, Shi Lan could only put aside her chaotic thoughts, respond softly, and quickly follow Huang Wanrou. Before long, they saw Old Man Yan and the others in front of a tall stone gate.
Old Man Yan was fiddling with a compass when Wang Haibo impatiently pulled something that looked like a firecracker from his bag. Old Man Yan seemed to say something, and Wang Haibo immediately glared at him and shouted, "If you're so capable, then you do it! Stop whining and making a fuss."
Wang Haibo's words were far too arrogant. Old Man Yan gave him a cold look, then lowered his head to continue fiddling with the compass. His junior brother, Yao Jingping, however, was clearly displeased. "What do you know? The yin energy here is so heavy, there must be a lot of yin spirits. If we disturb them with gunpowder, none of us will be able to get out."
Wang Haibo didn't understand these things. He had only ever robbed ordinary tombs before. This was the first time he had ever experienced such a large tomb. Although Yao Jingping's words surprised him, it didn't stop him from being stubborn.
"Don't try to scare me with spirits. I'm tough as nails. A few spirits can't kill me," Wang Haibo unconsciously tightened his grip on the crossbow and looked at Leng Qingyue. "Besides, with the Leng family descendant here, what spirit would dare to cause trouble?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Qingyue slightly raised the corners of her lips and nodded demurely, "Don't worry, everyone, I can handle a few evil spirits."
Shi Lan coldly watched Leng Qingyue's retreating figure, her mind racing to recall what the original owner knew about Leng Qingyue's background.
Leng Qingyue comes from the Leng family, which has some connection with Maoshan. The Leng family is most famous for catching ghosts, but Leng Qingyue is still young, so it is unknown how much of the skills he has acquired from his elders.
Upon hearing this, Huang Wanrou stepped forward, linked her slender arm with Leng Qingyue's, and proudly looked around at everyone, "I dare not say anything else about my Qingyue, but in this aspect, she is already the number one in the Leng family."
Shi Lan frowned slightly, wondering if Huang Wanrou could read minds and know what she was thinking.
Old Man Yan held the compass and wandered around in front of the tomb door for a while, then suddenly pressed on the smooth stone wall near the stone door.
A dull tremor came from the stone wall, and the wall near the tomb door seemed to come alive, bulging out in an interlocking pattern and gradually closing in on each other.
Everyone was startled and quickly retreated until they were far away from the moving stone wall. Shi Lan remained calm and hidden among the crowd, retreating along with them.
Old Man Yan seemed completely oblivious to the disturbance, remaining standing in place with his deeply lined face and extremely serious expression. His previously hunched back straightened, and his large feet moved rapidly while his calloused hands pressed down on the loose stones.
In just a few seconds, Old Man Yan pressed the button at least a hundred times. Finally, the wall made a sound like a spring being pulled, and the stones that were gradually being squeezed towards the center seemed to shrink back very slowly, but in fact they shrank back extremely quickly.
Almost instantly, the stone wall returned to its smooth state, and the tomb door made a muffled sound before rising up.
Everyone was somewhat surprised, and Zhou Yan was even more exaggerated, her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, were wide open. If Shi Lan had an egg in her hand at that moment, she really wanted to try and see if she could stuff the whole thing inside.
The heavy wooden door stopped halfway up. Old Man Yan went into the tomb first, and Wang Haibo, as if guarding against a thief, darted over in one step, with the equally agile Zhou Yan beside him.
Yao Jingping scoffed dismissively, pulling Yao Jinpeng along behind him. Huang Wanrou nudged Shi Lan, signaling her to follow, while she herself grabbed Leng Qingyue's arm, following closely behind Shi Lan like a prisoner under guard.
Shi Lan moved forward passively, but she was muttering to herself.
Huang Wanrou's behavior was clearly unusual. There were so many people here, and if she wanted something, they would all be willing to help her. Why did she have to come to me to get it?
Could it be that there's something strange about that thing, that no one else can touch it, or that something bad might happen if someone takes it?
Thinking back to Huang Wanrou's unfriendly appearance before she came down, Shi Lan felt that this matter was very strange, and at the same time she was very sure that the original owner's death must be related to that thing.
Almost immediately, Shi Lan made up her mind that she would not help Huang Wanrou carry anything unless absolutely necessary. After all, they were already dozens of meters underground, and Huang Wanrou's contact with the outside world had been cut off. Even if she wanted to contact her, there was no signal at all.
Besides, if she really intended to harm the girl the original owner considered her sister, then Shi Lan would simply leave her in this tomb, since she had killed people before, even if it was with a gun.
Shi Lan followed Yao Jinpeng into the tomb chamber in a daze, when a faint light caught her attention.
For some reason, Old Man Yan abandoned the searchlight and lit a candle instead.
Shi Lan watched as he respectfully held the candle, muttering something silently. He then carefully placed the candle in the southeast corner of the tomb chamber before straightening up and carrying the searchlight back to the tall, magnificent, dark blue stone coffin in the center.
Wang Haibo watched his actions with disapproval, and although he didn't agree with them, he didn't say anything.
Several men stepped forward and together pushed open a crack in the tightly sealed lid. Shi Lan, curious, glanced at it and saw a thick, black mist suddenly rising from the coffin.
Shi Lan gasped in surprise and instinctively took a step back.
Huang Wanrou glanced at her meaningfully, "What? What did you see?"
Shi Lan's brow twitched twice, and after a moment of composure, she suppressed the pounding in her heart. "It's nothing. It's the first time I've seen a coffin like this, so I'm a little surprised."
Huang Wanrou gave a curt "Oh," her face clearly showing disbelief.
Shi Lan twitched her lips, turned her face away, and looked again at the coffin that had been pushed open nearly halfway.
The stone coffin was very ornate and thick. In addition to the intricately carved floral patterns on the outside, the inner walls alone were thirty or forty centimeters thick. A circle of burial objects was placed close to the inner walls, and in the middle was a carved mahogany coffin about the length of a person.
The coffin was brightly colored, a vivid red like fresh blood. Time seemed to have left no trace on it. When the light shone through, the lacquer on the coffin even reflected a soft luster, sparkling and smooth, flowing gently.
Shi Lan clenched her fingers, her legs, hidden under her trousers, were taut and straight. Her bright eyes were fixed on the mahogany pavilion, while she was also thinking to herself.
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