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Just as Meng Fuyao was about to reply, she felt something slither under her. It was extremely light, as though it was a gentle breeze. She even felt that that ”wind” brushed the bottom of her pants and cold wind entered.
Without hesitation, she stabbed her dagger into the floor and felt that her dagger almost slipped off. Slightly cold blood splattered over the back of her hand. Suddenly, she remembered something, and her face turned pale.
Double-Headed snake.
A flame was lit, it was Zhan Beiye who quickly lit up the lighter. Indeed, what was on the floor was a Double-Headed snake. His expression changed immediately, and he quickly squatted down, checking Meng Fuyao's wound carefully. ”Did you get bitten? Wound, where's the wound?” Zhan Beiye asked anxiously.
”No,” Meng Fuyao flinched, ”It didn't bite me”.
Though that might be the case, everyone could not help but stare at each other helplessly. To find a Double-Headed snake here was terrible news. Such snakes were completely silent and could not be distinguished purely based on one's hearing, and yet there were not enough lighters. If they were to use the lighters now, they would die in the grave; but if they did not use the lighters, they would still die by the mouths of the snakes.
”Why didn't it bite you?” asked Zhan Beiye, perplexed. He looked up and saw that what was in front was nothing but a stone wall. It was a dead end.
”The grave should be nearby.” Zhan Beiye looked around the surroundings. ”It's not that bad, there should be a reason that the snake did not bite. The Big Gun grave should be somewhere here, all of you, be careful. I want all of you out of here alive.”
Everyone started to split up. With a dim light, they tried to search for the entrance of the tomb. Meng Fuyao mumbled, ”Candles, torch, measuring tape, watch, brush, compass, matchstick, shovel, pen… sigh”
”What are those?” asked someone.
”Raiding a tomb… oh no, excavating…” Meng Fuyao blinked and looked at Zhan Beiye, ”Sly.”
”Fuyao, where are you actually from?” Zhan Beiye stared at her, ”You never seemed like someone from the Five Region Continent.”
”I came from this tomb.” Fuyao joked, yet there was a sense of melancholy in her heart. What if one day, she went back? Would she walk into a tomb of someone of this era while exploring archaeological sites and between all that jewelry and paintings, see someone familiar lying in the coffin?”
Would she uncover the mask made out of silk and gold and reveal an unforgettable face?
What kind of emotions would arise as a result of this time travel?
Meng Fuyao shook her head and decided to put these complicated emotions aside. She stretched out her and pulled out a Black Wind soldier's shovel. She settled on a small area and begun to dig the area, shoveling up the soil repeatedly.
Zhan Beiye stood silently in a corner, observing her uncommon behavior and going into deep thought.
Meng Fuayo closely observed the soil and the items that she shoveled up, and she sniffed the scent on the soil and shovel. Meng Fuyao sighed. ”Mottled soil [1. Soils usually have distinct layers of colors, and mottled soil is usually an indication of the presence of a grave]… Unfortunately, it's not a Loyang shovel… but I can guess what happened.”
She stood up and declared, ”Though I do not know how people of the Big Gun clan built a tomb under this cave, it should be under this karst cave.
Meng Fuyo sketched a rough position of the tomb on the floor and explained, ”It is a huge tomb. From the looks of it, it is a dome-like tomb, and the person buried inside is no ordinary person… Try this place.”
She pointed to a small corner, where the cave was slightly sloping down. It was a little dark and gloomy with a stalagmite, but it looked perfectly normal.
A Black Wind soldier walked over and searched that area. He shook his head.
As he stood up, he accidentally bumped into a stalagmite, and it cracked. The soldier unintentionally caught a glimpse of it and turned pale.
A scream tried to rush out of his throat only to be caught midway.
Both Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye rushed over like a bolt of lighting. Zhan Beiye reached first and in mid-air, waved his sword and sliced the stalagmite into a half, all while protecting Meng Fuyao.
The stalagmite rolled over, as though as it was alive, directly towards Meng Fuyao.
The stalagmite rushed over rapidly, as though it had wheels. Meng Fuyao did a flip and directed an attack towards the stalagmite.
Between the rocks and sparks made from friction, she could vaguely spot a pale human-like figure, pale. Shocked, Meng Fuyao quickly withdrew her dagger, and instead, used the tip of her dagger to brush across the stalagmite. Unable to hold against the sharpness of the dagger, the stalagmite cracked open, and a white living thing rolled out.
With a whistle from Ji Yu, everyone dispersed with a knife in hand, ready to fight against that suspicious thing. As though as it was alive, it continued to roll towards Meng Fuyao. She pointed the tip of the dagger towards the thing, and as though afraid, the thing stopped rolling towards her three feet away.