The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang

Chapter 14

“It’s definitely not miasma, and it’s not poisonous either. If it were poisonous, there would surely be many ferocious beasts rushing out. But there’s complete silence here,” Uncle said, judging from his many years of experience.

Sure enough, Lu Xiangxiang looked up at the gas detector and found no abnormalities. "Then what kind of gas is this? Why would it cause animals to feel uneasy and afraid?"

The three young masters, Zhang Kui, Da Wa, and Yuan Zi were also seeing such a white, misty gas for the first time. It was completely different from the miasma in the mountains on ordinary days. They were all on high alert, holding their guns and aiming them ahead. If there was any disturbance, they would fire a burst of bullets at it.

Uncle kept searching his mind: Yeah? What is this thing? In the blink of an eye, puffs of white gas emerged from the woods on the right, getting closer and closer, just waiting for Uncle's command. Uncle saw the leading puff of white gas slowly take shape, and suddenly realized something. He quickly shouted, "Plum Blossom! Quick! Send a large wolfhound over!"

Hearing his second uncle's urgent shout, they quickly blew their whistles. One of the large wolfhounds hesitated for a moment before suddenly lunging forward. Suddenly, the white gas that was almost taking shape raised its head, revealing a devilish face. With its blood-red maw wide open, it swiftly bit down and seized the charging wolfhound. Then came the sound of bones being chewed. Everyone was stunned. What kind of monster was this? It could actually bite off such a huge, burly wolfhound in one bite with lightning speed, leaving not even bones behind. Everyone's legs went weak at the sight.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire rang out, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" waking everyone up. It turned out that Huang Hua had lost his temper and fired the first shot. Immediately afterward, a series of gunshots, "Rat-a-tat-tat!" echoed throughout the forest, the muzzle angrily spitting out long tongues of fire, with only the sound of exploding shell casings echoing.

With a series of clicks, an entire magazine of bullets was emptied. The devilish face covered in white gas was unrecognizable from the bullets. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Uncle Er shouted in terror, "Run! It's ghost fog!"

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang (Extra Chapter): The Dragon's Treasure - Chapter 1: Tomb Raiding

Chapter word count: 3448 Update time: 08-02-29 18:01

The eldest brother often says that, according to legend, if you see nine dragons leaping in the sky, you can have a dream come true.

Damn it! I don't know if it's true or not, but I couldn't help but shout at the mountains and rivers: I want to be rich!

I felt much better after shouting, but there weren't nine dragons in the sky, only blue sky and white clouds. And what else? There was a falcon soaring high in the sky. Hearing my shout, it let out a couple of low cries in the sky, as if saying: Heh! You're just daydreaming!

If it were just that the boss was good at making up stories, I wouldn't have expected him to be so superstitious. He actually named me Tenglong (Soaring Dragon). What do you think, fellow readers? Doesn't that sound awesome? Even the know-it-all in our guild exclaimed: "A dragon roars through the nine heavens, soaring ten thousand miles!"

After hearing the expert's boastful insights, the boss was overjoyed. If it were a matter of naming based on the literal order of the characters, even the expert wouldn't know why it was called Tenglong instead of Longteng.

The leader's next words stunned everyone. He said that to make dreams come true and ascend to heaven, one must rely on a blessed land. As for the name, it was calculated in the Five Elements, just like a blessed land. He said that Tenglong was his lucky star, and then he burst into laughter.

Everyone knows that our leader loves to laugh and has a vivid dream, especially the story of the Nine Dragons Soaring. He's told it to everyone countless times. I guess the name I was given during the guild's incense-burning ceremony for naming was also based on this legendary story!

And so, I got a really cool name, Tenglong. In everyone's eyes, I'm a dragon, a flying dragon, not some ordinary mortal. So no one in the guild dares to call me Xiaodi; they all prefer to call me Brother Long. Damn it! "Long" and "Long" are homophones, and "Brother" sounds like "chest." So when people call me that, I get this creepy feeling—"Long chest," and then they pat my shoulder with a suggestive expression. Could they be...? The thought sends shivers down my spine.

I am an orphan. When I was five years old, the gang leader took me in. From then on, I followed the gang leader out to kill people. Thinking back, I was only a few years old when I picked up the butcher's knife.

The gang members, like me, were all orphans, picked up by the boss from the street garbage dump. Actually, there weren't many people in the gang. Besides the boss and me, there were only three others: one who called himself a know-it-all, one called a tough guy, and the other one? He was called Chicken. It's a pity that Chicken wasn't a woman, otherwise I could have witnessed the lesbian battle between the tough guy and Chicken. That was a crazy battle that shook heaven and earth.

In terms of seniority and qualifications, I was the last one to be taken in by the eldest brother. Back then, everyone called me Wang Laowu. Now that I had a name, I really became a king. As for the eldest brother's name, nobody knew it. They only knew that he was ten years older than us, so they always called him the eldest brother and never changed their way of addressing him.

The gang got a name because during one operation, Know-It-All suddenly thought they needed a code name for the operation, so that it would be legitimate and justifiable. Don't be fooled by his eloquent explanation and seemingly knowledgeable demeanor; in reality, none of them had ever been to school. Apart from being able to speak and communicate, writing a few lines was an impossible task. The boss was right: illiteracy didn't matter, as long as they knew how to count money. And so, the operation's code name became "Robbing the Rich to Help the Poor."

It sounds like a chivalrous act, but that's how they got into trouble in the dead of night with just a few broken knives. In the darkness, it's impossible to tell good people from bad. They just robbed anyone who passed by. Eventually, they were chased all over the city by knights and guards.

Finally, one day, the leader realized that this kind of highway robbery couldn't go on any longer. The world was a dangerous place, but even those in the underworld needed to eat and make a living. So, the group followed the trend and started another profession: tomb raiding. This time, they were truly in accordance with the will of heaven. The leader declared confidently: "Brothers, this time we won't target the living; we'll profit from the dead. Those hard-earned treasures lying dormant deep in the mountains and forests—why not take them if they're not going to? One day, we'll be rich too!"

His words ignited everyone's enthusiasm and filled them with energy. This tiny kingdom of Kacha had a history spanning several hundred years, and the tombs of nobles and kings throughout history must have contained a great many burial objects. These antiques? "Hehe," they could fetch a good price.

The thought of soon becoming rich makes me want to burst out laughing.

My laughter was perhaps a little too loud, because the pheasant inside the cave called out in a low voice, "Brother Long, is something wrong?" After a long time without hearing my reply, the pheasant called out again towards the cave entrance. I was startled awake and hurriedly looked around. Finding nothing unusual, I called back into the cave, "Don't worry! Everything's fine."

Hearing what I said, Pheasant patted his chest and cursed, "Damn it! You scared me to death." Then he tossed a crowbar to Muscular Man and said, "Here you go, Muscular Man, help me pry open this coffin."

I peeked into the cave and saw a few figures moving about in the dim light. Then I heard a series of soft sounds, and I knew they had started. Occasionally, I could hear the boss's voice, yelling at the tough guy to go easy on him. As for the know-it-all, he was standing by the coffin with a hammer, ready to smash its head open if a big zongzi suddenly jumped out of the coffin.

This tomb was dug over three days and three nights. Like other tombs, the tomb cave sloped upwards and was about ten meters deep. The burial chamber was not very large, only about three meters in size in all directions. In the middle, there was a coffin about two meters long and seventy centimeters wide, which occupied most of the small tomb. It was narrow at the front and back and wide at both ends. There were no burial objects next to the coffin. Judging from the marks of the earthen mound and the stitching of the coffin, it was intact and should not have been robbed. "How come there wasn't even an animal buried with it? It seems this is another case of 'clean goods'," the pheasant muttered as he pushed the coffin.

But no matter how the pheasant pushed or how the strong man pried, the coffin lid just wouldn't open. They used every ounce of strength they had, but the coffin remained completely still. Strange! Could it be that the coffin was under some kind of evil spell or curse?

After Shanji said that, Baishitong was at a loss. His hand holding the hammer trembled slightly, and he quickly asked, "Boss, is there something special in this coffin? Could there be a giant zongzi inside?"

Everyone looked at each other, unable to figure out what was going on. But the tough guy was the most straightforward. He suggested that everyone work together to smash the coffin open. He refused to believe it was as hard as a copper wall or an iron wall. He turned around, picked up the sledgehammer on the ground, and was about to swing it down on the top of the coffin.

The leader hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the muscular man's hand, saying, "No! You're too reckless. You'll suffer the consequences sooner or later. If you smash it like that, you'll damage the things inside, and all our hard work these past few days will be for nothing." The leader had no choice but to check the situation with everyone and then discuss it further.

This shows that our tomb raiding wasn't very successful. After several years of tomb raiding, we're still doing this kind of business of dealing with the dead. It's conceivable that we've been doing so-so all these years. We can only eat well and sleep well, that's all we can be satisfied with. If we want to take some pocket money out for a good time, we'll be starving next month.

Since we are not professional tomb raiders, we do not have advanced equipment, nor do we have a master who is well-versed in feng shui, tomb raiding is ten or even a hundred times more difficult than for others. Just digging a hole, for example, took us three days and three nights to dig through the loose soil for just over ten meters. In this world where tomb raiding is rampant, surviving is really not an easy task.

We once had a chance to make a fortune. I remember we were robbing a large, deep red coffin. Thinking back, it was only our first time tomb raiding, and we were inexperienced. We were too eager to get things done, so we all grabbed sledgehammers and started smashing the coffin. As you can imagine, all the burial goods inside were shattered. Jade, pottery, bowls and jars—not a single one survived intact. Later, we took the fragments back to an antique shop for appraisal, and the owner kept praising them as valuable items! The jade was lustrous and without any impurities, and the pottery and bowls were all ancient funerary objects, quite valuable. Unfortunately, they were broken and therefore worthless. We were so angry that we didn't speak for three days.

The current trend in antiques is that gold has a price but jade is priceless, so what about pottery bowls and jars? As a compromise, in this era, it would be best to acquire one or two pieces of calligraphy and paintings with a long history. If they are masterpieces, they would be worth a fortune. However, with the current technology of sealing coffins and burying the dead, these calligraphy and paintings could not have been preserved to this day. They would have decayed due to air or the passage of time, turning into a thin layer of dust.

After several years of tomb raiding, things have gone relatively smoothly. I haven't encountered the legendary terrifying giant zombies or vine worms. These things are major taboos in tomb raiding, and they often accompany tombs. One reason is to protect the feng shui of the tomb, and the other is to kill those who enter the tomb to raid.

Speaking of "big zongzi," that's just jargon. In layman's terms, it's a zombie. Zombies have a strong corpse aura and are highly poisonous. If you get even the slightest scratch from one, even the legendary physician Hua Tuo would be helpless.

So, the vine worm is a disgusting maggot, as thick as a finger and as thin as an earthworm, with its whole body turned white and one end on each side. This maggot seems to have infinite life; even if it is crushed into pieces, it can still wriggle and come back to life, and continue to reproduce. The vine worm's formidable ability is that it can burrow into a person's seven orifices and then parasitize the human body, using the person's internal organs as nourishment, gradually hollowing them out until only a skin sac remains. Once it is punctured, countless vine worms will wriggle out from inside, a scene that is probably the nightmare you least want to see.

There are many taboos, and different tombs hold different dangers. Who knows what might be lurking nearby, watching you intently? Before I could think any further, the leader was already shouting from inside the cave, "Hey! Tenglong, what are you sitting there for? Come in and help lift the coffin lid! Damn it! It's so heavy!"

I responded to the leader's words and saw everyone lifting the coffin lid. Judging from their expressions, this coffin was no ordinary one. I quickly went into the coffin chamber to help. I lifted it with both hands, damn it! How could it be so heavy? Then, without saying a word, everyone pulled at the same time, and with a "screech" sound, the coffin lid opened. My intuition told me that it was open.

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang (Side Story): The Dragon's Treasure, Chapter Two: The White Golden Dragon

Chapter word count: 2659 Update time: 08-02-29 18:01

Last time, we talked about the origin of Tenglong's name and the story of the Nine Dragons Soaring. Following the trend, the five of them, including the boss, Tenglong, Baishitong, Mengnan, and Shanji, came to a tomb to start tomb raiding. They saw a pitch-black coffin, and with the strength of the five of them, the coffin lid was finally opened.

...

The coffin lid was extremely heavy. Everyone strained with all their might, their faces turning red, and finally managed to open a crack about twenty centimeters wide. I peeked inside and saw that it was pitch black, and I couldn't make out what was inside at all. Then I saw a few large, swaying shadows. Just as I was wondering what was going on, Pheasant suddenly asked me in a low voice from the other side, "Brother Long, what do you think? What did you see?"

Isn't Pheasant a greedy man? Why doesn't he stick his head out to look instead of asking me? I looked at Pheasant and suddenly realized that not only Pheasant, but even the boss and the know-it-all looked pale. The tough guy was standing there dumbfounded, only to realize that I was standing right next to the gap in the coffin. He broke out in a cold sweat. If some ferocious beast or mechanism had flown out the moment the coffin was opened, I probably would have already ascended to heaven and gone far away.

Damn it! How could I be so careless this time? Luckily there weren't any traps, otherwise… Hehe, seeing that I didn't reply, the pheasant probably figured everything was fine and couldn't resist stretching out its neck to see what treasures were inside. Its greedy look was as if it had never seen money before. A thought flashed through my mind: I wanted to scare the pheasant. So I gave a soft snort and quickly jumped back, feigning fear. Before I could even settle down, the pheasant heard my snort and sensed something was wrong. It had already pulled its head back and instinctively dodged backward, asking in a trembling voice, "Brother Long, is there something dirty?"

Damn! They were even faster than me. In the instant the pheasant flashed, the boss, the tough guy, and the know-it-all had already jumped out of the coffin. They landed and in less than a blink of an eye, they had the hammer and shovel in their hands, their faces full of horror, as if a giant zongzi was about to jump out of the coffin. The know-it-all asked breathlessly, "Brother Long, is it a giant zongzi?"

Speaking of the giant zongzi, among the five of us, the most terrified is Baishitong. This zombie, which has lived for thousands of years, hops around like in the legends, without any expression. You'd probably have nightmares for three years if you saw such an unclean thing. Ever since we started tomb raiding, Baishitong has had nightmares frequently. It's as if the giant zongzi is Baishitong's nemesis, an innate fear.

After waiting for a long time, the eldest brother couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Tenglong, what happened? What did you see?"

Seeing everyone's actions and tense expressions, I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, but I said calmly, "I think I saw a faint blue light."

A faint blue light? Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They could only stare intently at the crack in the coffin lid, afraid that some powerful monster might jump out in the blink of an eye.

The know-it-all shuddered and said, "No...it can't be...a giant zombie!"

"I think it looks more like a ghost!" Upon hearing what Shanji said, everyone couldn't help but turn to look at the candle lit at the foot of the tomb. It was burning brightly and emitting black smoke, making the dark tomb dim and uncertain, and they felt an indescribable eeriness.

I chuckled to myself, realizing the joke had gone a bit too far, and quickly pretended to be full of courage as I stepped forward to take a look. "Huh! Where did it go?"

Know-It-All and Chicken were still worried, gesturing to me and saying in trembling voices, "Brother Long, look more closely, and don't let your eyes give you away."

I pretended to be calm and took a step forward to take a look. This time I really saw something inside. It wasn't a ghostly blue light, but a vein like a blood vessel slowly flowing in the darkness of the coffin. It was blood red, dazzling, and boiling, which fully released my seven senses. It was as if that blood vessel was being pulled out alive from the cracked bones, with a half-red blood still clinging to it. I felt a numbness all over my body, and my bones and muscles screamed as if a thousand ants were eating my heart. The half-red blood clinging to it was actually mine.

A piercing pain followed, coursing through my body. I was on the verge of collapsing and screaming like a pig being slaughtered. Just then, the pheasant patted my shoulder, and everything before my eyes vanished. I touched my chest, and the excruciating pain, like a thousand ants gnawing at my heart, disappeared in an instant. Huh! What happened to me? Was I possessed by a ghost? I looked into the crack in the coffin and saw a skeleton lying there, shimmering eerily. Turning back, I realized that the eldest brother had somehow brought over the candle from the corner.

Before I could speak, Shanji asked with concern, "Brother Long, what happened to you just now?"

What's wrong? Yes! What happened to me just now? My muttering made the pheasant shake his head and continue, "Look at you, you're covered in sweat. Is it because you've been having too much sex and your body is weak? Night sweats."

"You're the one with night sweats, can't you at least have some decency instead of talking so meanly?" I snapped back as soon as I realized what was happening. I touched my forehead, and it was indeed wet. I was covered in cold sweat. How could that feeling have been so real? Before I could even process it, I heard Chicken's cursing voice: "Damn it! It really is a worthless piece of junk." As he spoke, Chicken reached in to touch it, but the boss held his hand down, saying, "Don't forget the ritual of tomb raiding."

When it comes to tomb raiding, it refers to funerary objects, which are the spirits of the dead. After being sealed and stored for a long time, they accumulate terrible evil energy. In severe cases, they can cause death, and in milder cases, they can drive people insane. Although it is unknown whether this danger really exists, one must be cautious when dealing with the dead. Tomb raiding is an industry that has existed since ancient times, and the things left behind by the tomb raiders are not wrong.

The leader placed a lit candle on the coffin, then stepped back and bowed three times, muttering, "Brother, you have either ascended to paradise or descended to hell. Your wealth is of no use to you. Why not spare us? We thieves have our code of honor. Once we get the money, we will do good deeds for you."

After saying that, everyone stared intently at the candle flame. If it went out, they would have to go home; if it didn't, "hehe," then don't blame us for being ruthless! As far as I could remember, this candle had never gone out at all!

"Let's do it!" The pheasant shouted, his eyes gleaming as he reached in without hesitation to search through the human bones. At this moment, he was no longer afraid of ghosts or gods. His posture was as if he could kill gods and Buddhas alike, and no one could stop him.

"Be careful, don't break anything!" Seeing that the pheasant had already started, the leader quickly told everyone to flip the coffin lid. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it himself, feeling all over the body along the bones, but he didn't find anything. The tough guy said angrily, "This naked corpse must have been a poor man. There wasn't even a single burial item. Damn it! All my work these past few days has been for nothing."

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. They had thought they had struck it rich this time, encountering such a heavy and unusual black coffin. But the result was unexpected. They were all dumbfounded and remained silent in silence. Suddenly, the know-it-all pointed to the bottom of the coffin and said, "Have you noticed that the bottom of this coffin is a little different?"

Following the direction pointed out by the all-knowing man, we saw that the bottom of the coffin was several degrees higher than that of ordinary coffins. If one didn't look closely, it would be difficult to notice. Could there be a hidden compartment under the coffin? Were the burial goods underneath? The group exchanged glances, already having a hunch, and quickly crawled into the coffin. Damn it! What are we fighting over? I was a beat slower, and as soon as Shanji found the mechanism, he immediately opened it. Suddenly, a dazzling light shot out from the bottom of the coffin. The group screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around endlessly with their hands covering their eyes. This time, I was stunned. Before I could figure out what had happened, a white golden dragon soared out of the light reflected from the coffin, its huge mouth gaping as it attacked me.

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang (Side Story): The Dragon's Treasure, Chapter 3: The God of War's Secret

Chapter word count: 2127 Update time: 08-02-29 18:01

A thousand years of yearning rush forth, a thousand calamities of returning to the withered past.

Damn it, I never imagined there would be such a ferocious beast in this small coffin. In an instant, I instinctively reached out to pull out the Demon-Suppressing Talisman. The white golden dragon was too fast. I only saw a white shadow rushing towards me gradually enlarging in my pupils. Before I could even pull out the Demon-Suppressing Talisman, the white golden dragon had already crashed into my chest. My subconscious reaction was to quickly close my eyes and clench my fists tightly. I didn't want to see myself die with a hole in my chest and my internal organs flowing out in a bloody mess before I died. Even if I went to the underworld, I would definitely have nightmares about that bloody scene day and night.

I felt my breathing become labored, and a raging fire surged from my dantian, like a hot air balloon about to explode. A deafening roar filled my ears, oppressive, boiling, and frenzied, like a tiger roaring in the mountains. The force of the roar shook the heavens and earth. Suddenly, I opened my two golden, blood-red eyes and saw countless green snakes rushing towards me with their triangular, sharp mouths open. A surge of grief and anger made me roar unconsciously. My vision blurred with blood and flesh. Before I could see clearly, I felt my chest expand to its limit. A muffled thud followed, and the force of the energy pierced through my body. Stars flew from my head, and my eyes rolled back as I collapsed to the ground.

I don't know how much time passed, but in a hazy dream, I vaguely saw a misty fairyland, surrounded by mountains and palaces reaching into the sky, all interconnected, giving off a mysterious and indescribable feeling. "Where is this place?" I asked in surprise, my voice echoing through the valley. After a long time, there was still no answer. "Could I have died and ascended to paradise?" Hahaha... I wanted to laugh. I never thought I could actually reach paradise. How gratifying! I just wondered if Boss, Chicken, Mighty Man, and Know-It-All were like me. I looked around but didn't see them. I couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Although I had reached paradise, being alone brought an indescribable loneliness.

I was about to take a step when I found myself suspended in mid-air. My heart skipped a beat. This was thousands of miles in the air; if I fell, I would be smashed to pieces, probably not even a bone would remain. Oh no! Is this what paradise is like? But then I remembered the Buddha's words, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" At this moment, how could I dare to think of paradise? Let me go to hell instead!

Just as I was struggling and unsure of what to do, a cold laugh came from the hazy mist, startling me. I quickly shouted, "Who's there?"

There was no sound, only silence. Even after that cold laugh, there was no movement. Was I just being paranoid, or had I misheard? I was about to blame myself when that eerie, ghostly voice came again. I couldn't help but shiver. This time I heard it clearly; there was no way I was wrong. I shouted loudly in the direction the voice came from, "Who's there? Come out now!"

In the hazy light, I could only see two blood-red bright spots, hanging in the air like will-o'-the-wisps, exuding an indescribable eeriness. I had asked myself countless times: What are these things? One of the two blood-red bright spots was as large as three meters, and its round shape was as blood-red as the sun in the sky. However, unlike the sun, which shone with scorching heat, these two blood-red bright spots exuded a cold and sinister murderous aura.

A sense of unease crept into my mind. Suddenly, the two blood-red bright spots flickered on and off, like a candle flame being partially obscured and then revealed, leaving me utterly astonished: Could they be eyes? What monster could have such enormous eyes? I racked my brain, searching through every monster I knew. Could it be a dinosaur from the very beginning of the world? Even if a Tyrannosaurus Rex were to be resurrected, its eyes couldn't possibly be that large. So what kind of monster could it be? Could it be a rare, primitive species yet to be discovered by humankind?

My mind raced, and in just two seconds, I came up with at least a thousand answers, but unfortunately...

Before I could think any further, I was startled again when it spoke, "Welcome, guest from afar!"

I kept rubbing my chest to catch my breath. Damn it! If this happens a few more times, even the strongest heart won't be able to withstand this kind of torment. Sooner or later, I'll be reporting to the gates of hell. But then I thought, wait a minute, I'm already dead, so why should I be afraid of it? I recklessly asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Neither human nor ghost! I am the god here, the God of War after Pangu separated heaven and earth."

"God of War?" I was taken aback. I hadn't expected that the other party would actually suppress his murderous aura and speak with the domineering air of a king ruling the world.

"Indeed! God of War, I have been sealed here for tens of millions of years, but I never expected..." The other party suddenly stopped speaking, making his tone unfathomable. Tens of millions of years? What a lifespan that is! Even the legendary immortal zombies only live for a thousand years. Just as I was curious and about to ask further, something flew out from the hazy clouds. I quickly reached out to block it, and the thing seemed to have a mind of its own and gently landed in my hand.

It turned out to be a booklet. The cover was luxurious and elegant, with three large characters embossed in gold. The characters were bold and deep, revealing the author's heart: "Only the vast ocean is revered, and the secrets of heaven are profound. What a fine book!" I couldn't help but praise it. If I took this book to an antique shop, I would be rich this time.

Just as I was dreaming of getting rich, I was afraid of being exposed, so I coughed lightly to cover it up and asked, "What are these three twisted characters? Are they made of gold?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Damn it! How could I have let it slip? Although I love money, I don't show it like Chicken and his gang. As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money, but even thieves have their code of honor.

"Hahaha..." The other party burst into wild laughter, the laughter was deafening, like thunder in the sky. I was already dizzy and my vision was blurred. If I continued to laugh, I was afraid that my internal organs would be damaged and I would bleed from my seven orifices and die. I didn't want to die again. If that happened, it would be the greatest tragedy for a dead person.

"Wealth is but an external thing. Once you master the five techniques in this book, not only wealth, but the entire world will be at your feet. This vast land stretches for thousands of miles, with countless beauties!"

The laughter finally stopped, and I couldn't hear the echo of the bellowing anymore. I just shouted, "I can't read, could you please explain this to me?"

The words had barely left my mouth when the booklet in my hand transformed into fragments of soft light and flew into my mind: "The War God Technique!"

"First move: Reign Supreme."

"Second move, Whirlwind Moon Slash."

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The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang (Side Story): The Dragon's Treasure, Chapter Four: The Murder Weapon

Chapter word count: 2237 Update time: 08-02-29 18:02

Before I could even see the third move, my vision blurred, and a turbid energy surged in my mind like a raging sea breeze. A violent, deafening explosion followed, and my mind went blank. I stopped breathing and passed out.

I don't know how much time passed, but I gradually regained consciousness. I opened my tightly closed eyes and vaguely saw several familiar figures. That's good, I'm finally in hell and reunited with everyone. I won't feel lonely anymore. I moved my fingers and felt that I could move them. Then I used all my strength to get up, but I collapsed to the ground again. I reached out and touched the ground. It was dirt. At least I didn't fall from the sky. Otherwise, my death would have been very ugly.