After sending off Cha Wenbin, the village head is still enjoying himself in Lehe. This Cha Wenbin has always only done rituals for the dead and looked at yin dwellings, never looking at yang dwellings. Why is that? Because Cha Wenbin once said to someone who asked him to look at their yang dwelling: "People's deaths are fated, wealth and nobility come from heaven, living people naturally have their own paths, going against it would be contrary to the usual way." He is different from those popular geomancy masters nowadays, who all point to making money by looking at wind and water.

  Zhuo Xiong took it, and Cha Wenbin didn't go directly to the grave mountain. Instead, he turned to a house at the east end of the village. The door was opened by a sly-looking man who, seeing that the visitor was Cha Wenbin, didn't have a good tone either, and asked: "What are you doing here?"

  "That's enough, I'll take care of it for you and get rid of the bad luck!" The man who opened the door was called Er Hu, a thug in his thirties who indulged in all vices, including drinking, whoring, and gambling. He had been involved in shady dealings since the reform and opening-up period. What did he do? He was a pimp!

  What's a Tuhaozi? To put it bluntly, he's a grave robber. This kid has been dealing with ancient tombs all year round and is covered in the stench of death from head to toe. If there wasn't something going on, Zhang Wenbin wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to him.

  The two tigers were about to close the door when Wen Bin blocked it with one hand. With a glance, Zhuo Xiong put down his guard and took a swift step forward, seizing the opportunity to grab his neck. With just that bit of force, Erhu's small body was lifted off the ground.

  For someone like this, we have to be ruthless! Cha Wenbin said bluntly: "Lend me that shovel of yours!"

  The two tigers, who had been put down by Zhuo Xiong, looked at the two men. Today they were definitely well-prepared. However, one of them still lost a sentence: "What do you want that thing for? Are you...?"

  "Cut the crap, do you think everyone is like you?" Zhang Wenbin said with a dark face. Zhuo Xiong made a move to step forward, but Erhu didn't dare to make another sound and quickly went back into the house to fetch an iron rod, handing it over to Zhang Wenbin with a smile: "Brother, go ahead and use it."

  Without saying another word, he picked up the thing, turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Every first and fifteenth of the month, eat vegetarian food, at midnight sharp, burn some paper money in the backyard, maybe you'll live a bit longer." Erhu stood there stupidly, but last night they had meat!

  This thing that was taken away, many friends have already guessed it, no mistake, it's the Luoyang shovel! Since the famous Li Ya Zi senior invented this thing, those ancient tombs buried underground for thousands of years can't rest in peace anymore.

  Holding these two things, the two of them returned to the tomb again. Chaozi yelled from a distance: "Damn it, you guys have finally come back! This place is really haunted. If we weren't brave enough, I'm afraid we would have been scared to death."

  "What's wrong?" Zhuo Xiong asked with a smile, this kid has always been fearless.

  "Look!" Chaozi spread out his palm, and inside were two yellow papers folded into the shape of copper coins. "Just after you guys left, a woman appeared. Heizi was barking nonstop, and I even hit it, saying what's with all the barking at this beautiful lady. The woman said she was just passing by and asked if we could give her some roasted chicken. At that time, I didn't react immediately, looking at her frail appearance, so I handed it over casually. She insisted on giving me money, and when I took a look, I realized this is what's used for the dead! It wasn't until then that I thought, how could there be a woman in this graveyard in the middle of the night? That's when I knew we'd encountered a ghost."

  Zha Wenbin took the two paper notes, then pulled out the two he had taken last night and waved them in front of Chaozi: "I also received some last night. Tonight we're going to dig her up. Alright, let's get to work. With this stuff around, it won't be so tiring."

  "Luoyang shovel, haha, I'm familiar with this thing, give it to me." Chaozi took the Luoyang shovel and happily ran into the big pit. What was he doing? Archaeological excavation. This thing is his only companion in the wilderness.

  The head of the Luoyang shovel was forged from high-quality steel, and he chose the middle of the large pit. Chaozi held the shovel steady, and with a horizontal swing of his meaty face, the shovel was struck down in sections.

  Each section of steel pipe is just long enough to screw onto the end of the next one, and they're all connected by screwing them together. In theory, you can make it as long as you want. This thing was specially brought back from elsewhere by Second Tiger, who says the quality is pretty good.

  Every time he dug a little, Chaozi would pull out the shovel to take a look at the color of the soil inside and smell the scent of the mud. This is professionalism. If there are five kinds of soil coming out, it means that it's not far away, because if the several meters deep mud below is not natural but mixed with many kinds of soil, then it must have been dug by human beings, which proves that there is something here.

  When the shovel encountered a hard object for the first time, Chaozi pulled out the shovel and measured it. Good fellow, it was as long as twelve meters!

  "It's deep enough, I think it's at least from the Han Dynasty. Wen Bin, are you trying to learn the trick of digging a thief cave like Tuhaozi?"

  "Looking at the little bit of brick dust on the shovel head, Cha Wenbin said: "That way is faster, we're not in an archaeological excavation, are we going to set off explosives?"

  Chaozi rolled up his sleeves, with a proud face and said: "Look at what you're saying, this local rascal knows it, how could I, a professional, not know? Bring it here."

  Digging holes, it's never as fast as exploding. Because the mud is actually filled with large gaps that can be squeezed through, and the moles do this work at night, quickly, otherwise you'll dig a pile of mud and if someone discovers it during the day, it's all for nothing. So those moles came up with a way.

  How to do it? Use a shovel to dig a hole, calculate the amount according to the surrounding soil quality, put it in the hole one by one, and fill it with soil again when the dose is enough. Light the fuse.

  After the explosion, the explosive force generated instantly makes the air in the hole rapidly expand outward, pressing the mud and soil into a solid mass, so that the hole is much wider than before. Generally, the person responsible for blasting is a real technical expert. If the amount of explosives is too small, the hole will not be blasted open, but if it is too large, it will collapse directly, which would be a waste. Therefore, in the tomb raiders' circle, this skill of handling explosives is highly valued. Super is familiar with the distribution of explosives, having been in the army before, and also understands archaeology.

  A dull thud was heard, and then a burst of smoke spread out before their eyes. The sound was not much louder than the firecrackers children set off. Everyone rushed to take a look and found that a dark cave with an opening wide enough for one person to crawl in had been revealed.

  "Good boy, you really have what it takes." Zhuo Xiong patted Chao Zi and said.

  "That's natural, don't rush, wait half an hour, the smoke inside will dissipate before we can go in. Blind guy, I saw many bird nests in this forest just now, shall we take one down?" Chaozi laughed very cheaply, his expression was simply ridiculing.

  "Who can't dig out a bird's nest? Where is it, you take me there, I'll dig it out for you to see."

  "Come with me!" After that, the two of them walked towards a nearby chestnut grove and pointed to a large tree saying: "Look, there's one up there. Next, you go up and catch one of the birds in the nest, remember not to kill it, we want it alive, then we'll take a look."

  Zhuo Xiong naturally didn't know what kind of medicine He Yichao was selling in his gourd, and he climbed up with his hands and feet. The bird's nest was only about 10 meters high, and soon a loud "Ah!" came from above. Even Cha Wenbin stood up, but He Yichao was laughing loudly. Only Zhuo Xiong's curses could be heard from afar: "He Yichao, you son of a bitch! This thing is an owl!"

  When Zhuo Xiong pinched the owl and reappeared in the crowd, his hands were already stained with blood. He must have been scratched by it when he dug out its nest earlier, thoroughly outsmarted by Chu Zi.

  Chaozi tied the owl to a small rope and lowered it vertically into the hole. After two minutes, he pulled it back up. "Hey, that bird's strength is still quite impressive," he said, as the owl continued to flap its wings nonstop.

  "No problem, the air below is safe. I'll go down first in a moment, as usual, you guys wait for the signal upstairs." Chaozi was already making preparations. Normally, the first one to go down would definitely be Cha Wenbin, but today, his body really wasn't feeling well either, and he didn't argue, just agreed.

  Chaozi wore a headlamp and tied the rope around his waist, just like a gecko, he slid down the hole. The lower part of the cave had more explosives, which blasted out a small space, barely enough to turn around. Based on experience, he was now standing at the top of a large tomb chamber. The green bricks under his feet had already collapsed due to the explosion earlier. With one swift kick, "crash" the bricks fell to the ground. He shook the rope and let out some more slack, slowly descending to the ground.

  "Cold", this was the first reaction upon entering the ancient tomb, looking at the room full of jars and containers, but not seeing a coffin. Superzi thought to himself: "This should be a burial chamber." Looking at the pile of gifts that had been placed like a small mountain, it seemed that at least it was a wealthy family's tomb. And so he gave a signal to the people above.

  Upon receiving the signal from Chao Tzu, Cho Hsun and Cha Wen-pin went down one after another. Unfortunately, the latter's stout figure was too large, and he had to take off his clothes before squeezing through with great difficulty. The four men stood in this small tomb chamber of about five square meters and began a thorough examination. Cha Wen-pin caught sight of a portrait of a woman on the wall at a glance. The woman in the painting wore white clothes as snowy, her figure slender and elegant. He nudged Chao Tzu with his elbow, puckered up his mouth and said: "Is this the one you saw?"

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