Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun stood up, covered the loose soil back up, and stomped on it a few times to restore the broken bricks and tiles to their original state.

The treasure remained untouched, buried there intact.

He doesn't care about this little thing.

What he cared about was that this guy surnamed Okamura would definitely come again.

Alone, in the middle of the night, sneaking around.

At that time, there will be no one else within a radius of several hundred meters.

Chang Kun patted the dirt off his hands, turned around and walked back.

This time he wasn't in a hurry; he walked slowly, thinking as he went.

Punishing a Japanese soldier is too easy. Killing him would be too lenient.

But these Japanese devils have come all this way to find the treasure, and they certainly won't give up until they find it.

Whether he buried the treasure himself or did it for someone else, what would he say if the treasure disappeared or was taken by someone else first?

Chang Kun paused for a moment.

No, we can't take it. If we take it, we'll be exposed. At most, he'll get a scolding, and then he'll find another way.

He needs to see the treasure with his own eyes, but he can't take it away.

Or—you get it, only to find it's fake?

As Chang Kun walked, he pondered the matter, and by the time he reached the entrance of the guesthouse, he had already formed a pretty good idea.

Returning to the room by the same route, Cheng Min was still asleep, in the same position, only her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were having a dream.

Chang Kun took off his coat and lay back down next to her.

In my perception, the ball of blood-red light was still motionless in the south-facing room on the third floor of the Qinhuai Hotel.

Go to sleep.

This trip must have been exhausting.

What about tomorrow? Will those little devils go again tomorrow?

Whether he goes tomorrow or not, the treasure is there anyway, and he'll have to go back sooner or later.

Chang Kun slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, when Cheng Min woke up, Chang Kun was already dressed and sitting by the bed watching her.

"woke up?"

Cheng Min rubbed her eyes and sat up groggily: "What time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock, get up, I'm taking you out to play today."

Cheng Min was stunned for a moment, then, remembering what happened yesterday, she glanced at his face.

Chang Kun remained calm and showed no signs of anything amiss.

"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked tentatively.

"That's good." Chang Kun stood up and handed her her clothes. "Get up, we're going to a nice place today."

Cheng Min took the clothes and breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he hadn't gone out to cause trouble.

After washing up, Chang Kun went downstairs and ate a bowl of wontons with swallow skin. Then, he led Cheng Min onto the bus.

"Where are we going today?"

"Linggu Temple."

Cheng Min blinked: "A temple?"

"Yes, it's right next to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. We didn't have enough time to go yesterday." Chang Kun leaned back in his chair, looking out the window, and said casually, "There's a beam-less hall over there, built entirely of bricks without a single wooden beam. It's quite rare."

Cheng Min nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The bus swayed along, passing through most of Nanjing, and arrived at the same sycamore-lined avenue as yesterday.

This time, instead of heading towards Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, they turned a corner and went in the other direction.

Linggu Temple was quiet and peaceful with few people. Upon entering, there was a long, shady path lined with tall, straight pines that provided ample shade, making it very cool to walk through.

Cheng Min took a deep breath: "The air here is so fresh."

"There aren't many people."

As we walked in, we indeed saw a large hall, with gray bricks and tiles, square in shape, completely different from the halls of ordinary temples.

"Is this the Hall of No Beams?" Cheng Min looked up.

"It's from the Ming Dynasty, over six hundred years ago."

The two went inside and looked around. It was empty except for a few stone tablets.

Cheng Min touched the brick walls, clicking her tongue in amazement: "There really isn't a single beam. How were they built?"

"The arch structure is made by stacking bricks layer by layer, supporting each other." Chang Kun pointed to the dome. "Look at that curve; it's all made of bricks."

Cheng Min looked up, her neck aching.

After they came out, Chang Kun led her towards the back of the mountain.

"Going further in?"

"Yes, there's a Spirit Valley Tower, nine stories high, you can go up there."

Cheng Min's face turned pale: "Still climbing?"

"Since we're already here..."

Cheng Min gritted her teeth and climbed with him, going up floor by floor. When they reached the sixth floor, her legs went weak, and she clung to the railing, refusing to move.

Chang Kun stood on the floor above and peered out at her: "Hurry up, we're almost at the top."

"You...you go up first...I'll rest for a bit..."

Chang Kun came down and pulled her up by the hand.

Cheng Min was dragged along by him, staggering, until she finally climbed to the ninth floor, leaned against the railing, and gasped for breath.

"Look," Chang Kun said, pointing into the distance.

Cheng Min followed his finger and stared in astonishment.

The entire city of Nanjing lies beneath your feet, the Yangtze River stretches like a silver ribbon, the Purple Mountain range rises and falls, and the blue glazed tiles of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum shimmer in the sunlight.

"Is it pretty?"

Cheng Min nodded, suddenly feeling that climbing those hundreds of steps was worth it.

The two leaned on the railing, the wind blowing from afar, carrying the scent of the mountains and forests, and neither of them spoke.

When they came down the mountain, Cheng Min's legs were weak, and she helped Chang Kun move down step by step.

"I need to get some rest when I get back," she muttered.

"Okay, I'll go shopping again tomorrow."

"Still shopping?!"

Just kidding, take a day off tomorrow.

Cheng Min was so angry that she punched him, but then she laughed.

Back in the city, Cheng Min clamored for salted duck again. She had only eaten it once yesterday and was already addicted. She also bought two packs of osmanthus cake before returning to the guesthouse.

As soon as she entered the room, Cheng Min collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Chang Kun sat by the window and habitually turned on the system sensor.

The Qinhuai Hotel, third floor, south-facing room, is empty!

Chang Kun paused for a moment, then focused his attention to sense the surroundings again.

It's still empty.

The blood-red light disappeared.

He suddenly stood up.

Cheng Min was startled: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Chang Kun waved his hand, activating all his senses and scanning the area inch by inch.

Within a radius of 4,500 meters, there is none.

He wanted to expand the sensing range, but the system had limitations; it couldn't sense anything beyond that range.

The man surnamed Okamura is not at the restaurant, nor in the vicinity; I don't know where he went.

Chang Kun clenched his fists and slowly sat back down.

Cheng Min got up and walked to his side: "Chang Kun?"

Seeing that Chang Kun didn't say anything, she sat down next to him without saying a word, just keeping him company.

Chang Kun remained silent for a long time, then cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"

I should have done it last night.

The two of them sat there, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.

I didn't go out for dinner; I just ate some osmanthus cake that I bought.

Cheng Min could tell he was in a bad mood, so she didn't ask any questions. Her legs were sore from climbing mountains for the past two days, so she washed up and went to bed early to rest.

Sitting by the window, Chang Kun gazed at the night outside, his senses constantly on.

Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock...

The blood-red light suddenly appeared.

Chang Kun suddenly stood up.

It's still in the south, even further than last night, almost out of the sensing range. But it is indeed that ball of blood light, that soaring blood aura, which can be sensed even from this distance.

It's still moving, heading back.

Half an hour later, Gangcun entered the Qinhuai Hotel, still on the third floor, in a south-facing room.

Chang Kun slowly loosened his fist and smiled.