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

Secondly, there are two smaller paintings on the edge of the mural.

The image depicts the King's men boiling live people in bronze cauldrons as a sacrifice.

After just one glance, Wu Xie and the others felt a pang of sadness and could not bear to look any longer.

Beyond the throne, a side room of the Huixian Hall leads directly to the rear hall.

The group arrived at the rear hall, where they could see from the inscription on the stele in front of the hall that the main hall was called "Shangzhen Hall"!

Eight murals were also painted on the walls on both sides of the palace.

The content depicts mostly scenes of King Xian leading his army in battles across the north and south during the reign of King Xian as the ruler of the ancient Dian Kingdom, as well as many scenes of sacrifices and shamanistic rituals.

These murals are more valuable to archaeologists than many antique artifacts, but they are not very valuable to tomb raiders.

When Sun Xiaomei saw these murals, her eyes lit up. After hesitating for a while, she borrowed a digital camera from Wu Xie, wanting to photograph all of them.

These murals are of great benefit to the study of the folk history of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

Wu Xie readily handed the digital camera to Sun Xiaomei, saying, "It's a pity that my digital camera isn't very sharp; it's not professional-grade. Otherwise, I could have captured the entire mural perfectly."

"It's alright, Brother Wu. Some research is already very good."

As Sun Xiaomei spoke, she took photos of all the murals inside the Shangzhen Hall.

Ma Liang wasn't interested in the murals and just wandered around the hall.

A moment later, he crossed a partition wall and exclaimed in surprise.

"Wu Xie, come quick!"

Hearing his shout, everyone rushed over.

Behind this partition wall stood a six-legged bronze cauldron!

The six-legged bronze tripod is over two meters tall and is covered with a bronze lid.

The six legs of the tripod are carved into the shape of auspicious beasts, kneeling and supporting the entire tripod.

Sun Xiaomei glanced at it and quickly said, "This looks like the large cauldron in the mural where King Xian boiled people as a sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Ma Liang's expression changed instantly.

"So, what's inside the cauldron...?"

Just imagining that scene made Ma Liang and Wu Xie's faces turn ugly.

Unsurprisingly, the cauldron contained only cooked remains.

Professor Sun is blind, but he still used the withered tree branch cane that his sister had found for him to tap the bronze cauldron.

The bronze cauldron emitted a dull sound, clearly indicating that it did indeed contain something.

Just as the group was hesitating about whether to climb up and open the lid to check the situation...

Suddenly, a woman's laughter, "giggle giggle," came from deep within the hall.

The voice was sinister, sending chills down their spines.

Wu Xie realized what was happening and immediately turned the flashlight towards the depths of the hall where the sound was coming from.

However, the dimly lit hall seemed to devour light; the beam of a flashlight could only shine a few meters before obscuring the view beyond.

"Who's there?"

Wu Xie swallowed hard and quickly raised his voice to shout.

"There's no one here. The main hall has been sealed off for two thousand years."

Ma Liang retorted, feeling that even the Chicago typewriter in his hand couldn't bring him a sense of security, and quickly shrank back to Li Changsheng's side.

Wu Xie realized what was happening and quickly returned to Li Changsheng's side.

Li Changsheng, however, didn't seem to care. Instead, he smiled and said, "Have you ever heard this saying?"

"What did you say?"

"The red-clad monster is a laughing corpse poison; the ghost's laughter is not as good as the ghost's weeping."

Li Changsheng solemnly recited the secret formula passed down orally in the tomb raiding world.

"This means that the red-clothed ghost and the smiling corpse are the most vicious and poisonous evil spirits. It's better to hear a ghost's cry than its laughter; at least there's hope in a ghost's cry, but if you encounter a ghost's laughter..."

Li Changsheng stopped halfway through his speech.

This made Ma Liang feel a chill run down his spine, and he couldn't help but ask further questions.

What happens if you run into a ghost laugh?

"It's hopeless."

Wu Xie felt a chill run down his spine and quickly forced a smile, saying, "Big brother, don't scare me."

"Hey, I'm not kidding you. This is a secret formula passed down through generations of tomb raiders. If you don't believe me, call Fatty Wang and ask him."

In the past, Wu Xie would definitely have called his third uncle.

But ever since his third uncle went missing, he has been unable to contact him.

After listening to Li Changsheng's words, Wu Xie thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket and called Fatty Wang.

Fortunately, although the magnetic field was disordered and there was no signal in other parts of Zhelong Mountain, there was still a little signal in Lingyun Immortal Palace, which was enough to make a phone call.

A phone rang, and soon Fatty Wang answered it.

On the other end of the phone, as soon as he answered, he complained that Wu Xie had hung up too quickly, and that he hadn't finished saying what he wanted to say.

"Alright, fat guy, get to the point. Spit it out."

"Hey, how can you talk to your fat brother like that? I was going to tell you about the Immortal's Cave. I even called a friend in the Northern Road to ask him about it for you."

Wu Xie's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he quickly asked, "Fatty, tell me, I'll treat you to a meal next time."

"Hmph, that makes more sense! I just inquired around for you and finally managed to find a clue. There are two types of 'immortal burial sites': earth dragon halos and water dragon halos. Earth dragon halos refer to blessed lands and grottoes within famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, they are not suitable for burial, but rather for the living to cultivate within them. Qi cultivators before the Qin Dynasty, and later various hermit masters, all preferred to find earth dragon halos. But the only ones truly suitable for tombs are water dragon halos. You just mentioned a palace floating in a valley. If I'm not mistaken, there must be a lake or pool below the palace. This water dragon halo is the true essence of the immortal burial site. If you want to find the main tomb, you must start with the water dragon halo!"

Wang Pangzi's words left Ma Liang speechless.

He couldn't help but say, "Wu Xie, your friend is amazing! He was absolutely right!"

Wu Xie nodded slightly, remembering what Fatty Wang had said, but then changed the subject.

"Fatty, let's put aside the Immortal's Cave for now. I have a question for you. Have you ever heard the saying, 'The Crimson-Clad Fiend, the Laughing Corpse Poison, and the Ghost's Cry is Better Than Its Laughter'?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang on the other end of the phone fell silent for several seconds.

After a moment, he asked in a surprised tone, "Where did you hear that?"

"That's what Brother Li said."

"Oh, so it was the sage who said it. No wonder."

Fatty Wang suddenly realized what was going on and then answered in detail.

"This is a mantra in our tomb raiding world. Not only do the tomb raiders know it, but many of our colleagues in the north also know it. The Red-Clad Ghost and the Smiling Corpse are both extremely ominous creatures. If you encounter them, you should go around them."

Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard before asking, "What if we hear ghostly laughter?"

To everyone's surprise, Fatty Wang on the other end of the phone gave a crisp and decisive answer!

"It's hopeless. Prepare for the worst."

"That's so exaggerated, Fatty, don't scare me!"

"What do you mean by scaring you? I'm telling the truth. A ghost crying means its wishes are not fulfilled, and it may not necessarily cause harm. But if a ghost laughs, it means that the ghost's malevolence is boundless. Although I have never encountered one, my master once told me that if you encounter a ghost laughing, run as far away as possible, and it would be best to stay in some kind of efficacious temple for a year or two, so that you might have a chance to save your life."