Chapter 205 - Chapter 205: Chapter 167: Your Ancestor Down Below Has a Lot of Influence (5000 word Mega Chapter) (2/2)

“Almost fell right into it.”

Lin Chuan gave a dry laugh, then spat out, “Ah… My heart illuminated by the bright moon, alas, the moon shines on the ditch.”

“Comrade Lin Chuan, I just asked because I saw how adept you are, so I got a little curious,” Shen Qianqian said as she pinched a tiny gap of half a centimeter between her thumb and forefinger.

“Qianqian, don’t you know me? I’m a decent person; stop treating me like a criminal suspect,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

“It’s precisely because I understand you too well that I’m concerned; you might have some unspeakable past, so I want to get to know about it in advance,” Shen Qianqian said jokingly.

“A clean life, my achievements are open for inspection.”

Lin Chuan’s eyebrows raised as he laughed heartily.

“So, you’re not a Tomb Robber, are you?” Shen Qianqian asked earnestly, her eyes bright as autumn waters.

“Cough, of course not.”

Lin Chuan coughed lightly, defending himself.

He looked at Shen Qianqian, who was brimming with laughter yet had a mischievous air.

From being a thief to robbing tombs, she had known him from the start.

She knew him too well.

However, reasoning it out, robbing tombs in the virtual world surely couldn’t make me a Tomb Robber, could it?

As long as I don’t rob tombs in reality, even the Heavenly King himself couldn’t catch me.

Right?

“Lin Chuan, may I ask you one more thing?” Shen Qianqian said with a smile.

“Ask away,” Lin Chuan nodded and replied.

“Nowadays, are web novel writers really this competitive? Writing an archaeology novel, do you need to have skills like The Skill of Seeking Dragon and Determining the Burial Site or other tomb robbing techniques?” Shen Qianqian asked curiously.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, gave a wry laugh, and said, “Crazy competitive.”

The days of writing about canceled engagements, village doctors, overbearing CEOs falling for me, and Dragon Proud Sky in the web novel era are long gone.

Without some professional techniques, you can’t survive in the literary world.

Ah…

A refreshing breeze blew, carrying a hint of chill, lifting a few strands of Shen Qianqian’s hair and rustling the leaves with a whispering sound.

The archaeological workers were also professionals in excavation.

Probes moved up and down, shovelfuls of soil were piled at a distance, beads of sweat falling to the ground. It wasn’t long before they had dug out a pit seven or eight meters deep.

The deeper they went, the more cautiously the workers proceeded.

Because it was very likely they were already nearing the tomb chamber of the ancient tomb.

Hiss—

In the pit seven or eight meters deep, a young and strong member of the archaeological team stepped on the probe, plunging it into the soil once more.

Suddenly, he felt the tip of the probe hit something hard, like stone.

He promptly withdrew the probe, switching to a hand trowel instead.

Little by little, he cleared away the topsoil.

Finally, as the dirt was removed, a flat stone appeared beneath.

The surface of the stone was smooth, as if it had been deliberately planed flat.