As the days passed, Shangguan Qing made no progress in understanding "General Shangguan".

She visited professors of history and archaeology at various universities, but could not find such a person.

Until I heard the information about "General Shangguan" from a group of tomb robbers.

She and the other party agreed to meet at a teahouse this afternoon to hand over the goods and exchange the money.

Winter has arrived in Beijing. The wind is freezing cold and there are no green plants to admire on the roadside.

Shangguan Qing was sitting by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, wearing a knitted dress with a down jacket on the chair.

Drinking hot tea while looking out the window.

On another chair was a safe containing two million in cash.

Since she can offer this price to negotiate with him, she must have a lot of goods.

She was looking forward to the other party's arrival.

At exactly the agreed time of 2 p.m., no more, no less, a middle-aged man wearing a knitted woolen hat walked up and sat down opposite her.

Shangguan Qing raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

The man was not tall and was a bit fat. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and was probably in his forties.

Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, she could feel that he had a strong aura.

This guy must have a tough physique. He can rob tombs frequently without being affected by any deathly aura. He must be a tomb robber chosen by God.

"The money is in here?" The man glanced at the safe next to her.

Shangguan Qing said "hmm".

She put down the teacup, her expression serious, "Where's the goods?"

The man had a mysterious smile on his face, his eyes flashing with an unquestionable light.

He said slowly, "As for the goods, they are naturally not with me. Miss Shangguan, if you really want to see the real thing, you must come with me. However, I must warn you first that this journey is not smooth, but I guarantee that what you see will far exceed your imagination."

"Okay, I'll go with you. I'll give you the money after I see the things." Shangguan Qing had a cold face and looked unhappy.

Hearing this, he stood up, took out an antique copper compass from his arms, and gently rotated it. The needle on the compass seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and after spinning rapidly, it pointed steadily in one direction.

He put away the compass and made a "please" gesture to Shangguan Qing, indicating that she should follow him.

Outside the teahouse, the cold wind seemed even more biting, blowing up fallen leaves and swirling in the air.

The man took her into the car and drove away from Beijing.

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As the vehicle went deeper, it was gradually surrounded by lush and deep primeval forest.

The sunlight was mottled, barely able to penetrate the dense treetops, casting dappled light and shadows.

The air is filled with a mellow scent mixed with soil and ancient vegetation, and the occasional chirping of unknown birds adds a bit of loneliness and mystery.

Finally, the car stopped in a secluded open space. In front of it was a dense bush, like a natural barrier, hiding an unknown secret.

The man took out two flashlights from the trunk and handed one to Shangguan Qing. The beam of light penetrated the darkness but could only illuminate an area of ​​a few meters ahead.

They walked one after another, along the path paved with fallen leaves and dead branches, into this forbidden area that had not been touched by modern civilization.

As the faint beam of the flashlight flickered in the dimness, the two men shuttled through the intricate maze of bushes, echoing history with every step.

Finally, the view in front of me became clear, and an ancient and simple tomb entrance appeared.

There are no gorgeous decorations, nor prominent tombstones, only mottled traces left by the years and natural erosion.

Inside the tomb, the air seemed to have frozen in time, and a stale yet mysterious smell filled the air.

The walls are densely engraved with ancient characters and patterns, some of which are clearly legible, recording the wars, sacrifices and daily life during the Warring States Period;

Some are blurred and difficult to distinguish due to their age, leaving only mottled marks, which arouse people's imagination.

The light wanders over these stone carvings, and wherever it shines, one seems to be able to hear the whispers of history, telling that distant and glorious story.

Shangguan Qing couldn't help but hold his breath and slowly approached, letting his fingertips lightly slide across the cold stone walls, feeling the warmth that spanned thousands of years, with indescribable shock and awe surging in his heart.

The man frowned when he saw this, and replied in a low voice in the narrow tomb, "Miss Shangguan, this place is very unusual, and the yin energy is very strong. It is better not to touch it. Don't let your curiosity become a guiding light and cause unnecessary trouble."

As he spoke, he walked closer, and the beam of his flashlight gently swept across the stone wall that Shangguan Qing had touched. The ancient characters seemed to jump in his eyes, flashing a strange light.

Shangguan Qing didn't say anything when he heard this, his eyes were still burning and he didn't want to look away easily.

The air in the tomb seemed to solidify, and every breath was accompanied by a subtle echo.

"How did you find this place? There is no inscription and it is in the forest," she asked.

The man looked around the stone walls and said, "I happened to see a piece of raised land here. My intuition told me it was a cemetery, so I dug it up."

Shangguan Qing stared at the man with a sharp gaze, as if trying to find every bit of truth in his words.

"By chance?" she repeated softly, with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity in her tone.

The man raised his hand, and his fingertips gently stroked a protruding rock beside him. His eyes then turned deeper into the tomb, where the darkness seemed to swallow up all the light.

"After robbing tombs for a long time, you will naturally have professional reactions." The man's words echoed in the empty tomb.

As the beam of his flashlight slowly moved, every illuminated stone wall seemed to be telling a forgotten history, making the scene even more eerie and magnificent.

"Why do you want to find this General Shangguan? He is not very famous." he asked.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

After saying that, she looked at him seriously.

Men should keep their mouths shut and not offend their financial backers.

Shangguan Qing's voice rang out softly in the deep tomb, with a hint of imperceptible urgency, "How long will it take to reach the depths of the tomb?"

The beam of the flashlight jumped in front of her, illuminating the winding passage ahead. The halo seemed to be her desire to explore the unknown, extending tenaciously in the darkness.

The man was silent for a moment, the flashlight casting mottled shadows on his face. He stared at the endless darkness ahead and spoke slowly, "It's not far, but the road ahead may be more rugged and difficult. This tomb seems to have been carefully designed, and every step hides unknown challenges."

As he finished speaking, the two continued to move forward. The passage gradually became narrower, only enough for one person to pass through. The surrounding stone walls were covered with moss due to their age. Occasionally, water drops dripped from above, making a crisp sound that was particularly harsh in this silent tomb.

The flashlight beam danced ahead, and every change in light seemed to lead them through a portal in time and space, which made people feel awe and curiosity.

Shangguan Qing held the flashlight tightly, took firm steps, and his eyes flickered with a desire to explore the unknown.