The real heiress is a fortune teller; her divinations are worth a fortune, and the whole internet is

"You bird, you can talk," the leader said, his eyes full of probing, seemingly already annoyed.

"Yes, there are many more things Hongyan can do. Do you want to know?" Chang Xi laughed. "Not only can it talk, but it can also broadcast live. Isn't that amazing?"

The leader's face stiffened. If they could broadcast it live, wouldn't the outside world know about their tomb raiding?

The two mercenaries immediately set up their guns.

Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands on his hips, not without arrogance, "There were a bunch of you just now, and we couldn't beat you. Now there are only three of you, with two guns. Are your guns out of bullets?"

The two mercenaries reached into their pockets, only to find them empty.

"Looking for this?" Yan Feishuang waved the magazine in her hand a couple of times. "I told you I'm a professional."

When did Yan Feishuang steal the magazines from these two people?

They were moving so fast we didn't even notice.

[As expected of a family of master thieves.]

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the leader tried to negotiate, "How about this, we cooperate, you help me find the secret to immortality, and I don't want a single thing in the tomb, I'll give it all to you, how about that?"

"Dude, you're really good with words," Chang Xi laughed at his shamelessness. "This Xiaoshan Imperial Mausoleum originally belonged to our country. You are the outsiders. You're offering it as a gift? Do you need to offer it as a gift?"

The leader said coldly, "That means we can't reach an agreement."

His hand was on the stun gun switch.

Both sides are ready to fight, it's just a matter of who can seize the initiative.

The towering stone gate suddenly opened by itself.

Everyone was stunned. The leader had already rushed into the main burial chamber.

The moment the door opened, lamps spontaneously lit up inside the tomb, enveloping the entire chamber and illuminating it brightly.

This magnificent tomb is as big as two or three football fields, filled with countless rare treasures. It has to be said that this emperor was really rich.

The leader immediately took a liking to the enormous coffin at the very top of the main hall.

Chang Xi and the others followed in. Huo Dongjun put Ji Rufeng aside and followed.

What an extravagant emperor! He's so rich.

This coffin is huge! If I had even one burial item, it would be enough to feed me for a lifetime.

[Upstairs, that's a really cruel idea.]

Think about it, I'm not really going to steal it.

Unlike the leader's eager and excited expression, Chang Xi's expression was somewhat strange.

"Isn't this coffin a bit too big?" Chang Xi's eyes flashed. "Even by imperial standards, it's far too large."

"Come help me!" the leader threatened, brandishing a stun gun.

Chang Xi's lips twitched, and he clasped his hands together. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it was they who threatened us. If you have a spirit in heaven, go and cause them trouble. It has nothing to do with us."

A disclaimer.

Several people stepped forward and worked together to pry open the iron nails on the coffin, only to find layer upon layer inside.

This is never going to end.

"So that's why it's so big. It turns out it was meant to be a bed for me to sleep on," Changxi said, looking at the burial goods crammed into the two outer coffins. He sighed once again at the difference in fate.

How come some people are born emperors? They're so lucky.

Yan Feishuang had a different opinion: "Before the Han Dynasty, the emperor's coffin was a five-layered coffin with a two-layered outer coffin. This Tianque Kingdom existed at least before the Han Dynasty, yet it is not recorded in historical books."

Moreover, judging from the size of this coffin, it's a double coffin.

Huo Dongjun understood, "In feudal society, the emperor's power was supreme. Even if she was an empress, she should be buried in a tomb next to the emperor. How could she be buried in the same coffin? This is not in accordance with the rules."

Who knows?

The leader could no longer contain himself and lifted the last coffin lid. "Hurry! Open the last layer; the secret to immortality must be inside!"

This person is obsessed.

Chang Xi was standing beside the chief, helping to carry the coffin, when suddenly he swayed and bumped into the chief.

The others hurriedly let go, and the coffin lid was slammed back on.

"What are you doing?" The leader was about to see what he wanted when he was interrupted. He was so angry and embarrassed that he even thought about strangling Chang Xi. He didn't even notice that her hand went into his pocket and then left.

"Sorry," Chang Xi quickly got up, looking apologetic, and handed Huo Dongjun the remote control for the stun ring that was behind her back.

Huo Dongjun remained outwardly calm, but his hands and feet moved swiftly as he caught the item and tossed it towards Ji Rufeng.

The leader had no time to investigate her responsibility and got up to prepare to open the coffin again.

Before his hand could even touch the last coffin lid, the entire hall shook violently twice.

It stopped so fast that no one had time to react.

Changxi suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold despite the hall being filled with lanterns, and unease crept into his heart. "There are guards outside, could there be some imperial guards inside?"

[Right, if the person in this coffin really is Emperor Xiao Chen of Tianque, where are his guards?]

[They might not be out yet. I just suddenly feel a bit cold, what's wrong with me?]

Can the cool air inside the screen travel outside the screen?

I wrapped myself tightly in my blanket, scared.

The leader didn't care about anything else. With no one to help him, he pushed the coffin lid open himself. He tried his best, but the lid only moved a little bit, revealing a crack.

Suddenly, the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses filled the hall.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple.

On the empty ceiling of the hall, pairs of vertical pupils lit up, slightly rotating to lock onto their target.

Gu Qingfeng got goosebumps. "What... what are these things?"

Is it a snake?

[It doesn't look like one; it looks more like a gecko?]

The ferocious beasts carved on the ceiling of the main hall have come to life. They have grown human hands and feet, with long tails trailing behind them, and they move freely on the palace walls.

They floated lightly to the ground, lying on all fours, their eyes exactly like those of a gecko.

Chang Xi smiled bitterly, "Palace guards, haha, we're doomed."

Yan Feishuang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Isn't this something that only exists in legends? How could we possibly run into this? We're so unlucky."

Ji Rufeng stood up, clutching his haphazardly bandaged arm. "What is a palace guard?"

"The gecko is a type of lizard. In ancient times, geckos were believed to protect palaces and homes," Chang Xi silently summoned the evil-repelling spell, becoming alert. "The lizards are people whose ghosts voluntarily combine with geckos after death, evolving from this phenomenon."

They have guarded the tomb year-round, blocking invading forces. Opening the final coffin lid triggered a mechanism, activating them. Naturally, they are now duty-bound to faithfully guard the tomb and kill any outsiders who disturb their master's rest.

Before he finished speaking, the palace guards rushed forward in a swarm.

The tongue stretched to an astonishing length, coiled around a mercenary, and swung wildly. Several of the mercenary's bullets struck the palace guard, and more of his comrades rushed forward, their tongues binding him.

With force applied from several directions simultaneously, even being torn apart by five horses wouldn't be as bad.