I, a cultivator, have ended up in the world of tomb raiding.

Just as they were pondering this, the girl in red returned.

The double-layered tomb was filled with water, and the air was foul and poisonous. Since the woman could not go with her, Chen Yulou ordered her to stay behind to guard the mortuary.

"Wet hair makes you more susceptible to catching a cold, dry it off."

Hong Guniang leaned slightly forward and handed a cloth to Li Yue, who had sat back down on the ground. Her voice was clear and bright.

Li Yue reached out and took it, politely thanking him.

He intended to put it aside, but saw that the girl in red was standing still, her gaze fixed on his wet, long hair.

He paused for a moment, then picked up a cloth and casually rubbed it a couple of times at the roots of his hair, going through the motions before putting it down, but instead of tossing it aside, he held it in his hand.

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Hong Guniang frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

He then took out a wheat cake from his pocket, along with a leather bag of water, and handed it over: "It's still early before dinner, have something to eat first."

Li Yue was somewhat surprised and glanced at her a couple more times.

Faced with his direct scrutiny, Miss Hong raised an eyebrow and met his gaze directly.

They act as if they're doing you a favor by looking at me, and I'll look at you back, without losing out in the slightest.

"Thank you." Li Yue smiled slightly and looked away.

He's not some greenhorn in his twenties anymore, so of course he wouldn't get worked up over such a trivial matter.

I was just sighing inwardly, realizing how delicate a woman's mind truly is.

Unlike those roughnecks who only brought a set of clothes and ran off without saying a word, he was different.

It's as if he'd eat people.

Hong Guniang was thoughtful; she remembered to bring him a cloth to dry his wet hair and, anticipating his exhaustion from the recent battles, thoughtfully brought him food.

"You can just call me Red Girl."

Seeing that Li Yue had no intention of confronting her, Hong Guniang pursed her lips, looking a little embarrassed.

He simply said, "Then you should rest first. Let me know if you need anything."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Looking at her back and then down at the pancake in his hand, Li Yue felt as if he were in a dream.

He didn't travel back to his own time, but this era had familiar anime characters, which was a strange feeling.

After finishing the wheat cake with water, Li Yue ignored the occasional curious glances from the engineers and bandits around him, and found an empty room to refine the Yin energy he had just absorbed.

Meanwhile, Chen Yulou had already led his men to the double-layered tomb passage.

On the way, he asked Hua Maguai about Li Yue: "Did you find out anything about that young man when you questioned those two?"

Thinking of what those two southern scoundrels had said, a strange look flashed across Hua Maguai's face, and he replied:

"Boss, we've got everything sorted out. That guy was picked up by this gang of thugs a few miles outside the Miao village."

They were planning to explore the late Tang Dynasty double-layered tomb again when they found a filthy person lying on the ground.

Seeing his disheveled hair and dazed expression, they assumed he was a fool, so they tied him up, intending to take him to the tomb as bait to lure out the zombies inside.

After listening, Chen Yulou seemed to be deep in thought.

Seeing his expression, Hua Maguai added another sentence, his tone tinged with worry:

"Boss, only Miss Hong and a few others are left to watch over the mortuary; they're too few. We don't know anything about this person; what if he harbors evil intentions..."

"It's alright." Chen Yulou waved his hand. "He has no guns or weapons on him. Even if he has extraordinary skills, he would have to think twice before engaging in real combat."

Despite this, he had other plans in mind.

Previously at the mortuary, he personally invited Li Yue to descend the double-layered tomb again. Although the other party was polite in his words, his refusal was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Given Chen Yulou's status, anyone else would have been displeased, but he inexplicably agreed to the young man's request, which surprised even himself.

This person is strange, and his origins must be unusual.

Thinking this way, I became more wary.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the two-story tomb was completely looted by the Xieling gang.

Although the water in the tomb was poisonous, the sheer number of people and their brutal methods proved insurmountable. After opening the coffin and breaking the bricks, they found sixteen large baskets filled with gold, silver, pearls, jade lamps, and other decorative items.

Looking at his harvest, Chen Yulou secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, those southern thugs all died at the hands of the zombies in the tomb.

Otherwise, since they are all in the same industry, and he is the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction, he absolutely cannot compete for the spoils.

There are rules to tomb raiding.

If he were to break the rules for the sake of this old pit (a grave pit that had been looted by previous generations), it would be extremely detrimental to his reputation if word got out.

Now those tomb raiders are dead inside the tomb, leaving only two useless homemade cannons.

His taking over now is actually a matter of chivalry and righteousness.

Collect the remains of their colleagues and clean up the mess.

It is a good name.

When Chen Yulou arrived in the morning, he had already discerned from the blue stone epitaph in the tomb chamber that this was an ancient tomb from the Song Dynasty.

The tomb owner was a local tyrant during his lifetime and was very wealthy.

Because of his belief in witchcraft, he poisoned all his illegitimate sons and several nephews from collateral branches, then used poison powder to prepare their bodies before burying them here, arranging them in the shape of the sun.

The purpose was to ensure that their coffins would be suspended in the center after their death, forming a sun-shaped hanging coffin pattern, so that their family could continue to enjoy wealth and prosperity for another hundred years, reaching its zenith.

Chen Yulou has always scoffed at such evil arts.

However, the tomb was only built to this extent, so it should only be considered a semi-finished product. For some unknown reason, the actual occupant of the tomb was not buried there.

Fortunately, the burial goods here were plentiful, so their gain was not in vain.

Luo Laowai stood by, watching the lamps and silver ingots being carried out of the ancient tomb. He was overjoyed; the slanted scar on his face stretched to his ears as he grinned. He drew his gun, raised it high, and shouted "Bravo!" repeatedly.

"What a lucky start! This is absolutely incredible luck! To have such a windfall before even getting to the main business, our next mission to take Bottle Mountain is sure to be a resounding success!"

As the saying goes, "A good start gives you extra courage."

A few days ago, this group of soldiers and bandits had already thoroughly surveyed the terrain around Ping Mountain and had been preparing for several days.

Although they are physically in the mortuary, their hearts have already flown to Ping Mountain.

Having obtained this unexpected windfall from the double-layered tomb, Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction, and Luo Laowai and others were determined to seize the opportunity and head straight for the Pingshan Yuan Tomb!

Just as the two days had passed, the engineering corps that Chen Yulou had previously ordered the mute Kunlun Moller to mobilize arrived at dusk that day.

Food, supplies and equipment are all ready.

Everything was ready, awaiting only the command.

The mortuary, which was used to store the dead, suddenly became noisy. Li Yue, who had been cultivating in his room, was disturbed and knew that he could no longer meditate, so he went out to check the situation outside.

Outside the mortuary, three more ragtag groups of men appeared, numbering nearly a thousand in total.

Despite the impressive scale of the operation, most of the soldiers were actually scattered and disorganized.

This mixed force of bandits and engineers was setting up camp around the mortuary, preparing to rest until late at night before setting off again.

When there are many people, the yang energy becomes stronger.

Li Yue had already absorbed ninety percent of the yin energy that had accumulated in the mortuary over the years.

Then a large group of soldiers and bandits who had killed people arrived. Their murderous aura and yang energy clashed with the magnetic field of the mortuary, actually dispersing the last few wisps of death energy hovering above the mortuary.

At this moment, the mortuary was filled with more yang energy than yin energy.

The place of the dead has been transformed into a camp for the living. If there were any extraordinary people who could discern good or bad fortune by observing the qi, they would probably be completely baffled by the yang qi that enveloped the mortuary.