Summoned beast Zhen Bei warmly greeted, while Wen Fengjin sneered, "It's you―you dare to come back!" and made a move to strike down Zhen Bei.
Wang Xiaomie quickly grabbed him, while Zhen Bei also quickly waved his hands in anxiety and said, "I'm not here to rob graves this time, I'm here to tell you something!"
Rob graves?
Wang Xiaomie blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Don't listen to his nonsense, this person can evade Mu'er and come in again, his methods are definitely not simple. Xiaomie, move aside, don't get hurt, trust me, I'll clean him up soon." Wen Fengjin looked at Zhen Bei with eyes like a cold snake, but then turned his head down and touched Wang Xiaomie's hair very gently, comforting him.
But Wang Xiaomie knew the severity beneath Wen Fengjin's gentleness; his 'clean up' might just be genuine extermination!
"Mu'er? Who is that?" Zhen Bei brushed it off and said, "Don't worry about that now! Listen to what I have to say; I really bring you an important message! And actually, you are the owner of this ancient tomb, right? Ha, I told my brother when I went back, my brother guessed that you are the senior brother recorded on the stone stele, who died in the struggle for the elixir, and the demon lord who died for his senior brother."
He pointed at Wang Xiaomie, then gloated and teased Wen Fengjin.
"But I'm not afraid of big dumplings, and Xiaomie doesn't seem like a bad person. You saved my big brother, which means you owe me a debt. Now, that dead-faced person is threatening my brother, wanting to come and dig up your tomb. I won't say anything else, but I can still tell you in secret!"
"Died for love... a demon lord?" Wang Xiaomie stared at the back of Wen Fengjin's head.
Wen Fengjin's body stiffened, lightly coughed, and said, "The inscriptions are all fake, don't believe them."
Could such large tomb inscriptions be fake? Wang Xiaomie sighed and covered his head. Forget it, forget it, after reading the diary, didn't he know it already - this guy was obviously way off.
But Wang Xiaomie did care about Zhen Bei's supposed big news. He pulled Wen Fengjin and sniffed at Zhen Bei. "What do you mean by the big news? Who wants to come to dig our tomb? And how did you end up here so coincidentally..."
I was scared I'd picked up some strange summoning skill.
Wen Fengjin stood between the two, and after Wang Xiaomie held his hand, he hesitated for a moment, but did not break free from that cold hand, and looked at Zhen Bei coldly, "Answer my brother's question, little one."
"Little one?" Zhen Bei pointed to himself, eyes wide. "I'm twenty-four!"
Wang Xiaomie rolled his eyes. "I'm over thirteen hundred years old. He's over thirteen hundred years old. With our ages, we could exhibit in a museum."
Zhen Bei: "..."
"Alright." Zhen Bei scratched his head and moved forward a bit. "I'm actually..."
"Don't take another step!" Wen Fengjin glared at him. "Unless you don't want to see another moment in one piece."
Those grave robbers are cunning and sly; fugitives are not necessarily evil-faced.
In the tomb palace for a thousand years, there have indeed been a few capable people who entered the depths of the tomb. When caught by Wen Fengjin, they would plead without hesitation, laying down their pride. But when you let your guard down, they would quickly retaliate, even using their companions' lives as bait to kill the tomb guardians.
Zhen Bei felt a chill down his neck from Wen Fengjin's poisonous-looking cold eyes and sweated on his forehead, feeling so nervous that he was almost suffocating.
That's a dumpling! He has been alive for over a thousand years, and last time, he didn't hesitate to try to strangle him. The fear of impending death at that time made him now go weak at the sight of Wen Fengjin's eerie black eyes.
But...
Remembering his own purpose, Zhen Bei swallowed his dry throat, stiffly smiled, and said, "I really have no ill will... don't believe me? I'll toss away my backpack!"
After he said this, Wen Fengjin looked at Zhen Bei's overly foolish and sunny smile and sneered. "Alright, you'd better take off your jacket, and also take out the dagger you hide in your boots and the talismans in your shirt."
"...How did you know?" Zhen Bei was dumbfounded, covering his chest, looking like a complete idiot.
Seizing the opportunity to mock, Wen Fengjin told Wang Xiaomie, "Xiaomie, you see, these grave robbers are shameless; so there's no need to believe their nonsense."
Wang Xiaomie felt a bit exasperated. "Fengjin, let him finish."
Wen Fengjin let out a soft snort, turned his head, and continued to irritably stare at Zhen Bei.
Wang Xiaomie yawned. "Bro, hurry up and say, please. I need to go back to sleep; the coffin lid hasn't been closed yet. What if bugs sneak in?"
"...What, there are people coming to rob your tomb, and you still want to sleep?!"
"Well, how else? Do you know how many people come to rob in a year? If it wasn't for the inability to charge a fee, I would have set up a tourist attraction here!"
The backpacks left by the tomb robbers in the side hall are almost piling up as high as mountains!
Mu'er (the girl who's like a water ghost; she would make a crying-like alarm when there's an intruder) is almost hoarse from dragging various backpacks from outside the tomb every day, turning the good lizard person into a rat person!
"I'm telling you, have you read too many novels? You don’t do anything all day, just thinking about robbing other people's graves. Moreover, most people can't even get past Mu'er's checkpoint, or even find the main entrance gate of the tomb palace, yet they keep coming here to offer themselves; isn't that silly!"
Every day, I'm woken up by Mu Er crying, thinking that I'm going to have a life-and-death struggle with grave robbers like in the movies, but in the end, Mu Er just fluttered her eyelids and said, "Go to sleep, Mu Er has already taken care of it."
Wang Xiaomei looked at Zhenbei speechlessly, "Even the wild boss in the game doesn't work this hard."
Zhenbei scratched his head, mumbling quietly, "That's because there are a lot of treasures here."
Wang Xiaomei, indignant, said, "Nonsense, we don't have any treasures here. Look at you living on the surface, able to watch dramas on the internet, and order takeaway when hungry!"
And us? We don't even have a network cable or a phone. We're still living by candlelight! Can't even have a proper meal, have to pick up garbage from the equipment bag every day, whimpering~
"You, you even know about watching dramas online?"
"Of course! I keep up with the times!"
"Oh... but all your headbands have fish-shaped pendants, selling one could easily set you up for life."
"..."
"..."
Wang Xiaomei and Zhenbei looked at each other, seeing envy in each other's eyes.
Ugh, some have it all, some have nothing. If it weren't for Wen Fengjin, they would've wanted to hug each other.
"Or I can give you some things, you can sell them and use the money to install some signal towers on top of our mountain and also send me some generators..."
"Sure, sure! I can also help you buy snacks online!"
"Wow, you're such a good dude!"
"Hehe, it's nothing. Let's exchange WeChat."
"Sure, sure... I don't have a phone."
"Oh... it's okay, I'll bring you one next time I come in!"
"Whimper! Such a good brother!"
Just as the two cowardly dogs were about to embrace each other tightly, Wen Fengjin, with a sour face, lifted Wang Xiaomei by the back of his neck, grinning and gritting his teeth, "Senior brother!"
Wang Xiaomei jumped to attention, realizing he had gone off topic, and when Zhenbei saw Wen Fengjin's face, the danger radar in his mind 'beep beep beeped' and he subconsciously didn't dare to speak.
Wang Xiaomei smiled and blinked playfully at Wen Fengjin, who coldly snorted and his face improved a lot, "Don't talk about irrelevant things."
"I know!"
Wang Xiaomei stuck out her tongue slyly, and Zhenbei wasn't as guarded as before. After chatting for a while, they finally got back to the point.
"Before anything else, how did you manage to bypass Mu Er and get in here? I haven't seen anyone get here recently, and why was it so coincidental that I went to the toilet and you showed up?"
Zhenbei scratched his head sheepishly, "I've never seen the Mu Er you're talking about, but I kept feeling like someone was following me halfway through my journey, and when I turned around, I didn't find anything. Then when I continued walking, it seemed like something was about to attack me, so I wasn't expecting it and I stepped on nothing, ending up in an unfamiliar place. I thought I was done for! But then I saw that it was the same passage where I got lost with my brother last time! So I intentionally triggered the mechanism I accidentally triggered last time and ended up here naturally!"
"Hehe, I didn't expect to be so lucky! I came down and really met you guys. I thought I was going to walk a long way. This time I came well prepared with the determination to die!"
"..."
Wang Xiaomei, expressionless, looked at Wen Fengjin, "Do you believe him?"
Wen Fengjin looked up at where the small room and the latrine were, saying, "This small room and the latrine were built by the craftsmen who constructed the tomb at the time. But there is also another possibility, that those craftsmen used the construction of the latrine as a means to escape, and Mu Er may not have failed to notice him, but rather thought that he was alone and could be dealt with directly. Surprisingly, at that moment, he accidentally fell into the passage, and Mu Er thought it was a trap, so he didn't pay any attention."
After Wen Fengjin finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and his face twisted a bit as he said, "After senior brother passed away, I also encountered similar people who couldn't be killed no matter how many times they were attacked, and seemed to encounter all sorts of misfortunes, but in the end always managed to benefit from it!"
"..."
That's probably the main character...
Damn!
Wang Xiaomei looked at Zhenbei, "Buddy, does your luck live up to your name?"
Zhenbei, embarrassed, scratched his head, "Hehe, it's just a little luck."
"I came this time mainly for the tomb-robbing organized by the Dead Face a week later..."
Next, Zhenbei explained earnestly, starting with the fact that their family had been doing the job of appraising treasures for generations, and their ancestors had accumulated some wealth, opening a few shops in City A, making them well-known figures in the antique circle.
Their eldest brother was particularly outstanding in this field, with a pair of eyes that could tell the real from the fake, even better than a machine! One day, a Dead Face suddenly visited him and brought a wooden box for his elder brother, which, when opened, blinded his elder brother with the toxic smoke that came out.
They had intended to arrest that guy, but his elder brother refused. In the end, the Dead Face gave them a photocopy of a tomb map and asked them to find the fish-shaped bead.
After he secretly followed his second brother and his associates here last time, he luckily encountered Wang Xiaomei, a little dumpling with no ill intentions, and easily obtained the fish-shaped bead with Wang Xiaomei's goodwill.
After they returned, Zhenbei told his elder brother about this. His elder brother and the Dead Face showed ecstatic expressions several times and asked him repeatedly about the appearance and personalities of Wang Xiaomei and Wen Fengjin, and whether they possessed human thinking.
Confused, Zhenbei eavesdropped on the conversation between his elder brother and the Dead Face one night, only to find out that his elder brother intended to enter the tomb with the Dead Face.
Zhenbei clenched his fists and said softly, "My eldest brother has been extremely obsessed with precious antique treasures and mysterious underground tombs since he was a child. I only found out that day that my brother had already sent several waves of people but all had failed, until the Dead Face found him!"
"He somehow convinced my brother to 'go down,' and brought together a bunch of people. I heard that he didn't want the treasure, but he wanted the heart of the master of the tomb."
"Wang Xiaomei..."
Wang Xiaomei narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Fengjin, "What's going on? Is this something to do with your romantic debt? Damn, they're coming to find you!"
Wen Fengjin: "..."
Before Wen Fengjin could explain, Zhenbei quickly said, "Not that heart! It's the literal heart! He wants to eat the heart of the master of the tomb who took the elixir and would never grow old or die! It's said that eating it would give him the power of the tomb owner and also make him immortal!"
Wow! Digging the heart!