You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

Ten minutes passed.

Five people are still digging.

Another fifty minutes passed.

They're still digging.

Another ten minutes passed.

They continued digging.

Ten minutes have passed.

Holy crap, thirty-five minutes! What are you guys doing digging an air-raid shelter for? You still haven't found one?

Lu Jing was puzzled, so he immediately crouched down and tiptoed to the side, using the cover of night to sneak to a closer position so that he could more easily observe what they were digging for.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jing's eyes narrowed sharply.

The five men had dug more than two meters high, and with the help of his unique eyesight, Lu Jing could see clearly that they had unearthed a tomb chamber.

To be precise, it's not a complete tomb chamber, but more like a side entrance to the tomb chamber.

Lu Jing vaguely remembered watching a documentary about tombs in his previous life. This kind of side door is called a side chamber, which is generally used to store the burial objects of the tomb owner.

Good guy.

Lu Jing looked at the five people, then at the side chamber, and thought, "Are you guys staging a real-life version of The Lost Tomb?"

While pondering.

Sudden.

With a creak.

Lu Jing looked closely and saw that it was the bald fat man who couldn't wait to open the door to the side room.

"It's open! It's open!"

The bald, fat man cheered excitedly.

"Keep your voice down, you fucking crazy."

The red-haired boy expressed his dissatisfaction, but the bald man retorted nonchalantly, "It's the middle of the night, deep in the mountains, there's no one around. You better watch out, you've gone too far."

Behind the bluestone, Lu Jing laughed, "Some people have brothers, some do."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and give me a hand to get the stuff out."

"Give me a hand, you damned killer—"

Bang!

A dull thud as it struck a human body.

Then came the sound of someone falling.

Under the moonlight, the bald man raised the shovel in his hand and slammed it hard on the red-haired boy's cheek.

Ah!

With a scream, he collapsed to the ground, and the red-haired youth cursed angrily, "You bastard, you want to keep this treasure for yourself?"

"Heh," the bald man sneered, "I've disliked you for a long time."

As he spoke, three other people stood behind him, clearly part of a group.

At that moment, the red-haired boy instantly realized that he had been set up.

Behind the large bluestone.

Lu Jing's eyes widened; he hadn't expected to stumble upon such a dramatic scene.

It's a case of double-crossing!

What are the origins of these?

He was curious about the identities of the people.

But what's even more intriguing is the "treasure" the red-haired boy mentioned.

"Fuck your ancestors—spit!"

Spitting a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground, the red-haired boy struggled to his feet, grabbed a pickaxe from the ground, and charged forward.

The two sides exchanged blows and became entangled in a fierce battle.

Lu Jing watched from the shadows, admiring the red-haired boy's impressive demeanor.

One person against four, and not at all at a disadvantage.

But ultimately, two fists can't fight four hands. In addition, he was ambushed from behind first. After killing two people, he was knocked to the ground by the bald man and his accomplices.

woohoo-

He could only breathe in, not out; the red-haired boy's face was covered in blood, and he closed his eyes.

"Hold!"

The bald man and his only remaining accomplice walked over, panting.

They had just raised their farm tools, intending to deliver a fatal blow to the red-haired boy.

Whoosh—Bang!

Ah!

In the darkness, something from an unknown source struck his accomplice squarely between the eyebrows. He screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around on the floor, clutching his face.

"Who?"

The bald man pushed backward in fear, only to be knocked down by the mound of dirt that had been dug out.

whoosh-

Bang!

Another stone pellet struck him squarely between the eyebrows, and the bald man covered his face and roared in anger.

The two fell to the ground, incapacitated. Lu Jing, having successfully launched a sneak attack, was finally able to reveal himself.

bass--

Emerging from behind the large blue stone, Lu Jing grabbed a shovel from the ground and charged straight at the bald man and his fallen subordinate.

Ding—Ding—

Two sounds, one hit on the head.

Lu Jing smashed the skulls of the bald man and another of his men.

Before they could even utter a word, they both breathed their last.

Just like finishing off an enemy on the battlefield, you absolutely cannot give the enemy any chance to survive.

Carrying the blood-dripping shovel, Lu Jing walked to the red-clad boy's side and squatted down.

"Who are you people?"

"...I, whimper, you..."

"I'm asking you, what's the history of this treasure you unearthed? How did you know it was buried here?"

"Cough cough, waah waah waah—"

The red-haired boy was barely breathing, unable to form a coherent sentence. After a few sobs, his head tilted to one side.

died?

Lu Jing remained calm and reached out to touch the red-haired boy's neck to confirm his authenticity.

He's still breathing; he's not dead, he's just unconscious.

Just as Lu Jing reached out to touch the boy's waist, trying to find any other items, a soft, warm touch startled him.

isn't it?

Could he be...?

To verify his hypothesis, Lu Jing reached out and placed his hand on the boy's chest, carefully rubbing and pinching it.

That's right.

Lu Jing's mouth was slightly open.

This girl isn't a boy, she's a girl!

Taking the tinderbox, Lu Jing used it to wipe away the bloodstains from the red-haired girl's face and examined her closely.

Yes, it's a woman.

Firstly, she was disguised as a man, making her difficult to identify; secondly, it was dark, which led to a misunderstanding for Lu Jing.

It turned out to be a woman.

Lu Jing clicked his tongue in amazement.

However, now is not the time to be surprised that she is a woman.

Lu Jing raised a tinderbox to illuminate the hole they had dug.

By the light of the fire, we could see that there was only a wooden box in the side chamber, and nothing else.

Lu Jing quickly brought the box up, blew off the surface dust, and examined it carefully.

It was just an ordinary wooden box, all brown, without any patterns, and very smooth to the touch, as if it had been coated with some kind of paint.

Lu Jing was somewhat puzzled.

This wooden box doesn't look like it was just buried in the ground; it seems quite old. What's amazing is that it hasn't decayed at all. It must contain something!

Lu Jing searched for the mortise and tenon mechanism that could open the box.

But strangely enough, no matter how many times I turned left or right, pressed up or down, I still couldn't find it.

The box is smooth with no cuts, and looks like it was cut from a single piece.

But this is clearly made of wood, how could it possibly withstand being chopped?

Strange, very strange.

After resting for a while, Lu Jing tried to chop again, but the box remained unmoved.

That's how it is.

Lu Jing simply put the box on the ground and picked up a shovel from the side.

Clang clang—

Use all your strength to strike hard.

But the box remained sturdy as ever.

Exhausted from banging, Lu picked up the box and examined it closely, surprised to find that there wasn't even a scratch on it.

That's really strange!

Therefore, this box is a treasure, and what is contained in such a treasure must be an even greater treasure.

Lu Jing was excited.

But figuring out how to open the box proved difficult.

If brute force can't open it, should we use fire? But what if we burn the things inside? That would be a huge loss.

After thinking it over, Lu Jing turned his gaze back to the red-haired girl who was lying unconscious on the ground.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

After carefully putting the box away, Lu Jing picked up some oak leaves from the side and used them to cover the corpse on the ground.

Then he swept away his footprints and other traces he had left behind.

After doing everything, Lu Jing carried the unconscious red-haired girl on his shoulder.

After confirming that he had carried it properly, Lu Jing mustered all his strength and ran all the way back to the temple.