2 17 Years Later (1/2)

The damned gentleman refused to take the lead and insisted that she escape first. Being loyal at times like this produced the opposite effect. Meng Fuyao's eyes were as red as her hair. She gritted her teeth and threw a punch at his chivalrous face. Her punch was so sudden and hard that he saw all the stars of the universe.

This way, Meng Fuyao successfully forced that fellow into the hole. She even kicked him in the bum to accelerate the process.

”Reason some more and I'll punch you to death!”

That single punch was amazingly effective, as no one after that fellow resisted her assistance. Things went south when she reached out for Fatty, but caught nothing.

When she turned her head back, she realized that Fatty had rolled down the side that was caving in and was trying to cling onto whatever could break his fall. A huge pile of sharp rock mess was waiting for him below.

Fatty was bawling, unable to properly express a word.

Meng Fuyao looked at her feet and hooked them around a protruding copper lamp. She then let her body dangle off the ground and extended her arms, grabbing Fatty's thick arm just in time.

Tears stained Fatty's whole face as he howled, ”Missy, Missy! I told you not to open it...”

”Die!”

Meng Fuyao pinched the boy's firm layer of neck-fat and pushed him toward the exit. Unfortunately, Fatty's plump bottom got stuck halfway through. Meng Fuyao urgently reached for her metal pick. ”I'll jab you!”

”Don't jab my buttocks!” Fatty whined, bracing himself with a deep breath.

Meng Fuyao burst into laughter. However, as she was about to get up, something caught her eyes.

It was a jade-green, handle-like object caught between some rocks that was about to drop.

She instinctively reached out for it and shouted, ”Good! Good stuff!”

It was a genuine artifact from the Han dynasty. Out of the relics that had been discovered thus far, only a few dated back to realms that had existed before the Tang dynasty. This trip had basically earned them nothing, yet this newfound object could at least provide clues regarding the tomb owner's identity and social customs of the past. At least, they had something to bring back.

”Come up, quick!” Fatty screamed with his head swaying about.

The jade-green handle was embedded with gold, so it was rather heavy. Meng Fuyao's full attention was fixed on hoisting the object up, so she failed to notice that a faint red light had flashed by the moment it left the ground.

A bigger part of the ground collapsed, leaving only a pail-sized piece for her to stand on.

Fatty poked his sweat-filled head out of the hole, only for his view to be blocked by the handle. ”Not this! You!” he cursed.

”You want me?” Meng Fuyao joked while pushing the object in his hands. ”Take it! No harm done!”

Fatty took it and nagged, ”All this woman thinks about is her research!”

Now that the heavy handle was out of her hands, Meng Fuyao could finally breathe and get ready to climb up.

Boom!

An eye-piercing, blood-red light exploded into view, instantly wrapping around her whole body. The ground beneath her feet gave way and rocks started smashing everywhere.

”Ahhh!”

Fatty, who had just reached out with his arm, was unable to save her.

”Boss!”

Fatty's cries came to an abrupt stop as a strange wave of sounds, that sounded like a mix of guqin, flute, singing birds, and roaring dragons, clouded her surroundings.

”Brothers! Make it known that I've fought bravely...” Meng Fuyao trailed off.

...

”Third one.”

Meng Fuyao stepped on the chest of the person below her. She supported her hands on her knees and leaned slightly forward, observing the object in her palm with interest by using the light seeping through the green canopy of the forest.

It was a black-colored token shaped like a hexagon with a simple design that was not made of gold or jade. The bottom right corner was slightly bigger than the others and razor sharp, resembling a dark green fang that shimmered eerily in the sunlight.

Meng Fuyao caressed the protruding fang with her finger gently. A smile that was difficult to decipher appeared on her face. She whistled as she played with the token in her palm.

Fuyao raised her chin. The motion drew a beautiful arc under the glistening sunlight, extending the exquisitely perfect lines on her face. The pair of elegant, graceful brows on her pure white forehead made her dark eyes appear even brighter. They shone without restraint, unable to be concealed, just like the sharp edge of a sword.

”It's the Heaven Demon Dynasty's entrance seal! I'm so lucky!”