Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Wu Xie, Pan Zi and the fat man walked along the bottom of the canal. The further they went in, the wider the canal became, and in the end it could accommodate more than a dozen people walking side by side.

However, what surprised them was that there were many bronze statues in this dried-up riverbed. These bronze statues were lifelike, as if they were real people.

"Hey, you'd better say that the owner of this tomb is really a man of few words. He has opened his eyes. He has definitely learned from our charming ancestor!" The fat man said excitedly as he shuttled through the bronze terracotta warriors.

Wu Xie looked at the terracotta warriors around them with a flashlight, and couldn't help but feel shocked. These terracotta warriors were arranged neatly and majestically, making people feel an invisible pressure.

“Perhaps, the owner of this tomb lived even earlier than the First Emperor.” Wu Xie said softly.

"That's impossible. Didn't we see this heavenly palace last time when we were in the underwater tomb? Wang Zanghai was from the Ming Dynasty. The owner of the tomb took him away to build the mausoleum, so it's impossible for him to live longer than our ancestors. Maybe Wang Zanghai stole other people's burial objects, or maybe the owner of the tomb did the same as King Lu Shang, who stole someone else's grave and moved in himself." The fat man retorted, shaking his head.

"Maybe, but no matter what, we'd better be careful." Wu Xie reminded.

They continued to move forward along the canal, taking every step with extreme caution.

"Young Master San, there is a cave entrance over there!" Pan Zi saw that the entrance to their left was blocked by a bronze chariot.

Wu Xie and Fatty came to Pan Zi and saw the entrance to the cave.

"Can we still have fun? This is definitely discrimination against fat people! How can I get in through this hole? Or just fold me up and stuff me into the backpack." Fatty Wang looked at the narrow gap that was only wide enough for a thin person to fit in, and his nose became crooked with anger.

Wu Xie covered his mouth, afraid that he would laugh out loud. "Besides, throughout history, those who have done this business have done it because their families were really short of food. If their families can't even afford to eat, it means they don't have enough food to eat, and if they can't eat enough, it means they won't be strong. Who would have thought that thousands of years later, there would be a fat man in this business."

Wu Xie looked at the hole and said, "This should be the survival passage that the craftsmen who built the tomb in ancient times dug for themselves. And Wang Zanghai is an official after all. He was captured by the tomb owner and the tomb was built for him. How could he be buried with a minor king of another country?"

"That's right. Wang Zanghai was able to make money right under the old man's nose. He might not have succeeded without some ideas and real strength. However, I, Fatty, really admire these craftsmen. It's not easy for them to find a way to make a living in such a complicated environment." The fat man said with emotion.

Wu Xie nodded, indicating that he agreed with the fat man's statement.

"Okay, now that we've found a way out, let's go." Wu Xie urged.

The fat man sighed helplessly, "Okay, then I'll bear with it and let you in first." After saying that, the fat man curled up his body into a ball and tried to squeeze into the narrow passage.

Wu Xie and Pan Zi looked at each other, then carefully entered the passage.

The three of them walked carefully in the passage with their backs bent and waists hunched.

"Hey, there are so many treasures in this escape passage. Wu Xie, I tell you, these must be good things hidden by those craftsmen." The fat man looked at the piles of wine jars stored on both sides of the road.

"Fatty, we don't have time to check this thing now. Let's hurry up and leave here!" Wu Xie looked at the wine jar that appeared here for no reason and always had a bad feeling in his heart.

The fat man grabbed a jar, tore off the weathered cover covering it, closed his eyes and sniffed it, "This smells really good, it's definitely good wine!"

The fat man handed the jar of wine to Wu Xie. Wu Xie tilted his head back, covered his nose with his hands and waved, "Take it away! The storage conditions of this thing are not good, don't let it get contaminated with unknown bacteria."

The fat man curled his lips and handed the jar of wine to Pan Zi, who closed his eyes and sniffed it. "The taste is indeed pure, but why does it feel a little familiar? It seems like I have smelled it somewhere before."

Pan Zi opened his eyes and looked at the wine jar in the fat man's hand with a frown.

The fat man happily took back the jar and said, "Then I will taste it for you first. If it is pure enough, we will take two jars back."

Pan Zi suddenly had an idea and remembered that he had smelled this thing when he was fighting with the Monkey Kingdom. It was monkey head incense made from children's skulls.

Pan Zi looked at the fat man who was about to pour the wine into his mouth, and without reminding him, he went up and pushed the jar of wine away and threw it to the ground.

"Pan Zi, what are you doing! Everything is fine." Before the fat man could finish his words, Pan Zi turned his head and looked at the broken wine jar on the ground.

The fat man immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He saw a child's skull exposed in the broken wine jar on the ground. There were still a few hairs left on it, and the empty eye sockets were looking at him.

"Pan, Pan Zi. Fatty really wants to thank you for saving his life!" The fat man's legs went soft, his body leaned forward, and he almost fell to the ground.

Pan Zi quickly supported him to prevent him from falling to the ground. Wu Xie was also as pale as paper, standing aside with cold hands and feet, staring at the head that rolled out of the wine jar on the ground, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"This is not some good wine. This is Houtou Shao. The name sounds like it has something to do with monkeys, but in fact it is brewed from a child's skull. Because a child's skull is very similar to a monkey's skull, it is named Houtou Shao."

Wu Xie looked at the fat man with a gloomy face, and said in a low and serious tone: "Will you touch the things in the tomb next time? Fortunately, you want to taste the wine, but do you dare to taste it now?"

The fat man's face turned pale, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead. He tried hard to suppress the nausea in his stomach and shook his head desperately, indicating that he dared not try again.

Wu Xie took a look at the fat man who looked like he was about to vomit, and knowing that he had already learned his lesson, he stopped preaching and quickly left this creepy place with Pan Zi and the fat man.

The three of them were in extremely heavy moods because of the horrific incident that had just happened. They were silent the whole way and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

Wu Xie was shocked: "Where is this place?" He walked forward cautiously, and when he saw a ray of light in front of him, he quickened his pace and walked over.

The light became brighter and brighter, and Wu Xie finally reached the end. The scene in front of him stunned him - a huge deep pit. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

Wu Xie turned around suddenly, but found that there was no one behind him. He frowned, wondering if it was his illusion. But the feeling of being monitored became stronger and stronger, making him feel uneasy.

"Young Master San, look!" Pan Zi stood on the cliff, holding a telescope and pointing downwards.

"Uncle San! Aning!" Wu Xie took the telescope handed over by Pan Zi and saw two familiar faces through the telescope.

"It's really this little girl Aning. We are really destined to be with her!" The fat man said sarcastically after hearing Aning's name.

"Young Third Master, I just saw Third Master being carried on their backs. Is it Third Master..." Pan Zi had just seen Wu Sansheng being carried on the back of a yellow-haired guy through the telescope. He looked at Wu Xie with an unpleasant expression and spoke with a trembling voice.

Wu Xie's face darkened, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Maybe Third Uncle is exhausted, so he is carried on my back. Third Uncle is lucky and has a long life. How could he fall down in such a small place?" After saying that, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, and prayed silently in his heart that Third Uncle was safe.

After the three of them packed up their things, they found the equipment left by their predecessors on the cliff. They slowly descended to the bottom along the rope.

As soon as Wu Xie gained his footing, he couldn't wait to shout, "A Ning!"

A beautiful woman walking at the front of the team couldn't help but look back when she heard a familiar voice coming from behind. When she saw that the person coming was Wu Xie, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. After all, they had a common experience in the underwater tomb.

"What did you do to Master San?"

Before An Ning could even open her mouth, a scarred man pointed at her nose and questioned her. An Ning looked at the man in front of her with a bad face, "Who are you?"

"Pan Zi." Wu Xie shouted Pan Zi away and went forward to talk to An Ning. "An Ning, don't mind it. Pan Zi was just too worried about my uncle's safety, so he spoke a little harshly. Please forgive me!"

"Your Third Uncle and my boss can be considered partners. On the way here just now, we saw him lying on the ground alone, so we carried him here on our backs. You didn't even say a word of thanks, but started to blame him right away." Ah Ning raised her hand to tuck the hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear, and looked at Wu Xie with a playful expression, "If I really wanted to make a fuss, what can you do to me?"

As soon as An Ning finished speaking, Wu Xie and the other three heard the sound of bullets being loaded all around them.