Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

It is located in a valley deep in the southern foothills of the main ridge of Changbai Mountain.

This place is about 100 li away from Erdaobaihe Town.

The valley is rarely visited and extremely remote.

At the entrance to the valley stands a wooden house.

This wooden hut was built by veteran hunters from several nearby towns, firstly to provide a place for hunters to rest when they go into the mountains to hunt, and secondly to provide convenience for other people in the mountains.

Inside the log cabin is a stove with a chimney leading outside. It can be used for cooking or as a fireplace for warmth.

Inside the fireplace, the firewood was burning brightly. The firelight illuminated a figure sitting in a recliner not far away.

This was a young man in his early twenties, handsome in appearance, wearing a casual hooded robe.

He was holding a book entirely in English, reading it with great interest.

His name is Zhang Hailou, and he is nearly 100 years old this year.

In the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, he was an orphan and was adopted by the Zhang family, who named him Zhang Hailou.

After growing up, Zhang Hailou joined the Southern Archives established by the Zhang family, where he was responsible for handling many difficult and bizarre cases in Southeast Asia.

Later, Zhang Hailou became embroiled in a conspiracy against the Zhang family. His good brother died in his arms, and he himself was seriously injured.

Later, before his death, Zhang Hailou unexpectedly encountered Zhang Qiling, the patriarch of the Zhang family, and received the Zhang family's Qilin blood. Not only did he regain his health, but he also gained the ability to live forever.

From then on, Zhang Hailou was loyal to Zhang Qiling and devoted himself to revitalizing the Zhang family.

Others only thought he wanted to repay a debt of gratitude, but they didn't know that Zhang Hailou actually had a selfish motive in his heart.

He thought that if the Zhang family were to be revived, his adoptive mother, Zhang Haiqi, would also return to the Zhang family, and he would be able to see her again.

"Clatter!"

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Hailou suddenly closed the book.

The flickering firelight from the fireplace illuminated his face, casting intermittent shadows.

Zhang Hailou stood up and sighed softly.

Over the decades, clan leader Zhang Qiling has appeared and disappeared intermittently, often vanishing for more than ten or twenty years at a time.

This has caused his grand plan to revive the Zhang family to be delayed for a long time.

"Chieftain, oh chieftain! What am I supposed to do?!"

Zhang Hailou tapped his forehead helplessly.

He couldn't help but recall his time as a detective in the south, when his good brother Zhang Haixia was the one who did the thinking, and he only had to do the work.

"If only the shrimp were still here, he would definitely be able to think of a solution."

Despite his complaints, Zhang Hailou was still thrilled to receive a call from clan leader Zhang Qiling last month, something he hadn't done in a long time.

He thought the clan leader had finally seen the light and was about to lead the Zhang family to greater heights and create new glories!

But who would have thought that Zhang Qiling, whom he hadn't seen for over a decade, would immediately ask him to protect someone?

Zhang Hailou tried to persuade him to no avail, and could only agree with tears in his eyes.

"The clan leader has only gone astray temporarily. As long as I persevere, he will surely come to his senses sooner or later! When that time comes, I will assist the clan leader in making our clan bigger and stronger, and creating new glories!"

Zhang Hailou stood by the window of the wooden house, making a silent vow in his heart.

But the next second, he saw a group of people slowly walking towards him on the hillside not far away.

Leading the group was none other than Choi Dae-hae, a Korean guide. Zhang Hailou frowned, inwardly cursing his bad luck.

He knew that Cui Dahai had brought his target over.

Zhang Hailou sighed, rubbed his face, and walked out of the wooden house to greet them.

"Which of you is Wu Xie?"

Wu Xie was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Looking at the young man in front of him wearing a hooded sweatshirt, he said with some confusion, "I am Wu Xie, and you are...?"

Zhang Hailou did not answer, but only glanced at the Korean guide, Cui Dahai.

The latter understood and quickly stepped forward to introduce, "Young Master, this gentleman is the helper that Master Wu found. His surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Hailou."

"Zhang Hailou..."

Wu Xie repeated it. I didn't have any special expression on my face, but I just felt that Uncle San knew quite a few people with the surname Zhang!

"Mr. Zhang, this is Wu Xie, the nephew of Master Wu, and the one behind him is a friend of Young Master Wu."

Zhang Hailou waved his hand, interrupting Cui Dahai's next words.

"Alright, no need for introductions. We don't need this many people to find the tomb of the King of Dongxia; I'm enough. Just let the others go back on their own."

Everyone was stunned when Zhang Hailou said this.

Especially Fatty Wang, who said indignantly, "Damn it, what kind of attitude is this kid?!"

Wu Xie also frowned, looking at Zhang Hailou with displeasure.

"Mr. Zhang, if you're unwilling to help, that's fine. Just give us the map of the Eastern Xia King's Tomb, and we can find it ourselves."

Hearing this, Zhang Hailou was somewhat surprised and glanced at Wu Xie in astonishment.

He didn't expect Wu Xie to be so tough. He had investigated Wu Xie in private and the information he obtained showed that Wu Xie was clearly a college graduate who had only been out of school for a few years and had never even been to a grave a few times.

A complete novice like him probably has no idea how dangerous the Eastern Xia King's Tomb is!

Thinking of this, Zhang Hailou didn't mince words, letting out a cold laugh: "Letting them go is for their own good! The Eastern Xia King's Tomb is no joke..."

At this point, Zhang Hailou didn't rush to continue. Instead, he beckoned and said meaningfully, "I've just compiled some information about the Eastern Xia King's Tomb. You can come in and take a look before deciding whether you want to go in!"

As he spoke, Zhang Hailou's gaze swept over everyone.

He saw Fatty Wang, but only glanced at him before looking away.

Although he didn't know Fatty Wang, Zhang Hailou recognized him at a glance. This Fatty Wang was somewhat famous in the north, claiming to be a descendant of the tomb raiders, but in reality, he wasn't very capable.

However, when Zhang Hailou saw the Queen of Jingjue behind Fatty Wang, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and a storm raged in his heart.

For some reason, he could sense that the Queen of Jingjue was extremely dangerous, so dangerous that it made his heart pound.

As for the white-haired youth behind the Queen of Jingjue, Zhang Hailou paid no attention to him.

Although he was carrying a large black coffin and looked very mysterious, Zhang Hailou did not feel any threat.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hailou shook his head and gestured for everyone to enter the wooden house first!

Inside the cabin, firewood crackled in the fireplace.

The warm fire dispelled the chill from everyone's bodies.

Zhang Hailou walked to a corner of the wooden house, picked up a stack of newspapers, thread-bound books, and several old black-and-white photographs, and placed them on the table in front of the fireplace.

"What is this?"

Fatty Wang was still brooding over what had just happened, and asked in a rather irritable tone.

Zhang Hailou smiled slightly, not caring.

"This is all information about the King of Dongxia! You can look at the information first, then look at the photos. Whether you want to come along or not is up to you!"