Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 702 Thunder!
"Should I call and confess, so the police can throw me all into fencing jail forever?"

The blind man chuckled rudely, his eyes gleaming as he stroked the chime bells arranged around the room.

These things.
"What a pity, we can't take it all out, damn it!"

As a professional tomb raider, his need for money... well, a blind man is still a blind man. No matter how much wealth he has in private, he can still bend over for 30,000 yuan.

"That's right, blind man. These things, even individually, are quite valuable, but compared to a complete set, they're worth far less."

The fat man sighed regretfully, looking like he understood.

"Why is there no way?"

"Are we really going to leave all these treasures to rot in this godforsaken place, or even be buried completely by a mudslide one day?"

"Later, I'll have someone build a secluded house and put all these things in there. I'm just doing this to take good care of these treasures. Do you believe me?"

As he spoke, Hu Ming turned to look at the crowd.

"Of course I believe it! The fat man and the blind man think the same way."

Wu Xie rolled his eyes and complained.

"The Zhang family originally had a lot of these things. I remember that the young children used them as toys."

The young man, a man who had seen the world, spoke with his usual indifferent tone, uttering remarkable words.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, given the Zhang family's background, it's not hard to understand why they were so prosperous during their heyday.

As for the fate of those treasures now...

When the Zhang family fell apart, either their assets were emptied by members of different branches of the family, or they were confiscated during a series of subsequent changes…

"This guy is awesome! The Zhang family is awesome!"

"Alright, let's get down to business. What's the matter with this coffin? Shall we open it?"

The blind man gave a nonchalant, exaggerated compliment, then shifted his gaze to the coffin in the center of the room.

The specific material of the black wooden coffin is not discernible, but its shape suggests some influences from Han Dynasty tombs.

But even more so, there are styles that have never been seen before.

Those who already knew this were not surprised.

After all, the Kingdom of Luoyun in the South China Sea, which is the country ruled by the South China Sea Network, is far overseas and has little contact with the Central Plains.

In fact, there is not a trace of this country in official history. Only in some unofficial histories circulating in coastal areas, or even in folk myths and legends, can one find a few traces.

"Open it, open it, damn it! As a professional tomb raider, is it even human to go into a tomb and not open the coffin?"

The fat man couldn't contain himself any longer, rubbing his hands together and yelling excitedly.

"First, this is not a tomb, but a burial chamber. These things were moved here later by someone, um, that Yang Daguang. Of course, perhaps this was originally their family's ancestral hall."

"Secondly, I'm not a professional tomb raider; I'm a certified archaeology professor from a nationally renowned university, okay?"

Hu Ming was correcting the fat man's words when he had already reached the head of the coffin, where he looked at the fat man and chuckled.

"The first two points are nonsense, so what's the third?"

The young man always managed to grasp the key point, saying casually, "Thirdly, it's about to thunder..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Ming looked up at the large bell hanging above the coffin.

Thunder? The sound of thunder? Listening to thunder?

Wu Xie's expression changed. He had been studying these things too much and too sensitively lately, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"They're here! Watch out!"

Suddenly, the large bell overhead trembled slightly, and the faint rumbling of thunder from the outside world was collected by this ancient amplification device and spread out from the bell's mouth.

The thunder grew louder and louder, and in an instant, everyone in the room instinctively covered their ears, their faces showing signs of pain.

"Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? What happens when it thunders?!"

Wu Xie watched as Hu Ming, Hei Xiazi, and Xiao Ge, all expressionless, ignored the piercing sound and drew their swords, warily facing the coffin. An ominous premonition immediately rose in his heart.

These three great deities all look like this; clearly, the one inside the coffin is strange!
"In some people's eyes, thunder contains the great secrets of heaven and earth, and certain frequencies of thunder also contain mysterious power..."

Hu Ming didn't care that his voice was drowned out by the thunder; he was just somewhat moved.

Thunder and lightning are different.

Lightning is simply a discharge phenomenon caused by the collision of clouds, while thunder is somewhat subtly different.

When lightning strikes in a cloud, the thunder is reflected multiple times within the cloud. As the explosion wave dissipates, it generates many sound waves of different wavelengths, which then propagate to each other.
At the same time, the sound waves will be different if they are reflected multiple times within the cloud, and the thunder produced by multiple lightning strikes at different distances and heights will be superimposed.

In addition, sound waves are reflected when they encounter mountains, buildings or the ground, and some sound waves have to undergo multiple reflections.

These multiple reflections may reach the ear in a very short time interval, making the thunder sound seem prolonged, like the grinding of a millstone.

In other words, the frequency, duration, and other aspects of thunder are all affected by the external environment.

Similarly, amidst these complex changes and the thunder, there might indeed be some remarkable information being conveyed.

Of course, Hu Ming had not studied this, and the thunder collected by this indoor collection device probably sounded no different from ordinary thunder to him.

However... the one inside the coffin doesn't seem to think that way.

Whether it was a coincidence or an inevitability, the processed thunder coming from the bell seemed to be conveying some message to the "robe" to that person.

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As the thunder subsided, the sound of the coffin being turned over gradually calmed down, but the noise was still incredibly jarring.

The group was quite certain that, to this day, they were still hesitant to open the coffin and make their fortune!
With very gentle movements, the coffin was opened, and a thin, dark figure sat up from it, closing his eyes and listening intently to the lingering echo of thunder.

They'd all seen plenty of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), but this one was different—it had seven ears on each side of its head!
The earlobes were densely packed together, bloated and ugly...

"Compared to this one, the Six-Eared Macaque is nothing, just a little brother..."

The blind man grinned and sighed.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Seemingly having obtained the information it wanted, Qi Er opened its mouth and let out a roar that sounded like it was coming out unconsciously.

"...Damn it, it's that ancient and barbaric language again. That 'First Emperor' really didn't lie to me!"

Hu Ming's expression changed. Although he couldn't understand it, this wasn't the first time he'd heard such a scream-like language...