Tomb raiding live stream: Starting as the mute Zhang

It was seven o'clock in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

At the military assembly point on the outskirts of Yunling City, three off-road vehicles and one equipment vehicle were already parked. Twenty people stood scattered about; some were checking equipment, some were chatting, and some were just spacing out.

Lin Guoce, dressed in combat uniform and holding a list, called out names one by one.

Professor Zhou Xu'an.

"arrive."

"Jiang Shouyi".

"here."

"Li Dekun".

Kun, wearing sunglasses, was taking a selfie with his phone without looking up: "I'm here, I'm here."

Lin Guoce glanced at him and continued calling out names.

He paused when he called out the last few names.

"Liu Changfu".

A man in his forties immediately raised his hand and said in a loud voice, "Here! Hello, Captain Lin, I'm Liu Changfu, an amateur archaeologist. It's a great honor to participate this time. I will definitely do my best to contribute to the country's archaeological cause..."

"Alright," Lin Guoce interrupted him. "Stand still."

Liu Changfu awkwardly shut his mouth.

"Sun Shuanzhu".

A man in his fifties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stepped forward with a serious expression: "Here. Captain Lin, I suggest we clarify the rules before we set off. All artifacts inside the ancient tomb belong to the state; no one is allowed to keep or take them privately. Last time, someone..."

"We'll talk about it in the disciplinary vehicle," Lin Guoce said, not letting him finish.

Finally, he looked at the middle-aged bald man standing at the very edge of the line.

"Wu Sansheng".

"Hey! I'm here!" Wu Sansheng—who was actually Xie Linyuan in disguise—quickly stepped forward, a simple and honest smile on his face, his back slightly bent, looking very honest and simple.

He was wearing that wrinkled shirt today, the same trousers with faded knees, and carrying a tattered canvas bag. He wore an old hat to cover his bald head.

Lin Guoce glanced at him.

This Wu Sansheng, according to his profile, is a folk feng shui master with thirty years of experience. But he doesn't seem like a master at all. He's too ordinary, so ordinary that you wouldn't notice him in a crowd.

"Are you good at feng shui positioning?" Lin Guoce asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," Wu Sansheng rubbed his hands together, his accent heavy, "It's an ancestral skill. My grandfather's generation knew feng shui, and my father taught me a lot too. I can roughly figure out where this ancient tomb is..."

"Okay." Lin Guoce didn't ask any further questions and withdrew his gaze. "Everyone, get in the cars. Three cars, assigned according to the list."

The column began to move.

Kun Ge, Chen Man, and Wang Yihan were arranged in the first car, with dedicated assistants and makeup artists following them—although Lin Guoce clearly stated that makeup was not required in the ancient tomb, the team insisted.

Liu Changfu and Sun Shuanzhu were in the second car, with Professor Zhou Xu'an and Jiang Shouyi.

Wu Sansheng was assigned to the third vehicle, along with the ten special forces soldiers.

As he got into the car, several special forces soldiers glanced at him with disdain in their eyes—it looked awkward to see a bald, middle-aged man riding in the same car as these elite soldiers.

Wu Sansheng didn't mind, he nodded and greeted them with a simple smile, then squeezed to the corner of the last row and sat down, holding his tattered canvas bag in his arms.

The car started, drove out of the meeting point, and headed towards the Yunling Mountains.

The live stream has been activated.

Twenty small silver orbs hovered one meter above each person's head, their indicator lights flashing green. The live stream started simultaneously, and although it was only morning, the number of online viewers had already exceeded five million—most of them were there for Kun Ge and Zhang Qiling.

The comments section was flooded with messages:

[ID Kunjiajun: Brother looks so handsome today!]

[ID Archaeology Fan: This lineup is really strong!]

[ID Expectation Guy: Will Zhang Qiling appear?]

[Newbie ID: Who's that bald guy? Never seen him before]

After driving for two hours, we entered the mountain road.

The road conditions worsened, and the ride became extremely bumpy. Kun Ge, who was in the first car, had already started to feel carsick and was dry heaving by the window. Chen Man's face was pale, while Wang Yihan remained relatively calm, but she was also feeling unwell.

Inside the second car, Liu Changfu was engaged in a lengthy discussion.

"If you ask me, someone as skilled as Xie Linyuan should step forward and mentor us ordinary people. With great power comes great responsibility! He left alone last time; that was so irresponsible..."

Professor Zhou Xu'an frowned but did not reply.

Jiang Shouyi looked down at his notes, pretending not to hear.

Sun Shuanzhu adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "Mr. Liu is right. Moreover, he took away cultural relics without permission last time, which was illegal. If he does it again this time, we must make him hand them over."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Changfu echoed, "Cultural relics belong to the nation, to all the people!"

Live stream chat:

[ID speechless: Who is this Liu Changfu?]

[ID Moral Emperor: Another instance of moral blackmail]

[Teacher Sun (ID): Teacher Sun Shuanzhu is right!]

[ID Passerby: These people are so annoying]

It was quiet in the third car.

The special forces soldiers closed their eyes to rest, their expressions serious. Wu Sansheng sat in the corner, hugging his bag, also with his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

But actually he was listening.

Listen to the sounds inside the car, the wind outside, and the echoes from the distant valley.

His hearing is now very sharp; he can hear many subtle sounds.

At the same time, he brought up the system panel in his mind and took a look.

The acting accuracy is 20%, while the compatibility is 75%.

The information about the Bone Shrinking Technique flashed through his mind—this ability wasn't just about shrinking bones, but also about temporarily altering joint structure, allowing him to squeeze into very narrow gaps. It would be very useful in ancient tombs.

He opened his eyes and glanced out the window.

The mountains grew deeper and the forests grew denser.

It's still far from the ancient tomb.

It will take at least another four or five hours to drive there.

He closed his eyes again.

At noon, the convoy stopped for a rest in a relatively flat open space.

Everyone got off the bus to stretch their muscles and eat some dry rations.

Kun vomited as soon as he got out of the car, vomiting profusely. His assistant quickly handed him water and tissues, and the makeup artist even tried to touch up his makeup, but he waved her hand and refused.

Chen Man and Wang Yihan sat on a rock, munching on compressed biscuits, their complexions still not good.

Liu Changfu leaned close to Lin Guoce: "Captain Lin, if Xie Linyuan comes on this mission, we absolutely must put him in charge of security. He's so capable; it's only right that he protects us..."

Lin Guoce glanced at him but didn't say anything.

But the look in his eyes clearly said: You're annoying.

Liu Changfu, oblivious to what was happening, continued, "By the way, are there any other experts in our team? Like, those who know martial arts? I've heard that some folk masters are very powerful..."

His gaze swept over the ten special forces soldiers, then over Jiang Shouyi, and finally landed on Wu Sansheng.

Wu Sansheng was squatting by the roadside, taking out a steamed bun from his tattered canvas bag and slowly munching on it.

Liu Changfu walked over and looked down at him: "You're Wu Sansheng? The information says you're good at feng shui?"

Wu Sansheng looked up and grinned sheepishly, "I know a little, I know a little."

"Then can you calculate roughly where the entrance to the ancient tomb is?"

Wu Sansheng swallowed his steamed bun and rubbed his hands together: "Well... we need to see the specific terrain to calculate it. We're in the car now, so we can't be sure."

Liu Changfu pursed his lips and left.

Live stream chat:

[ID Bald Uncle: This uncle doesn't seem reliable.]

[ID Feng Shui Master: Feng Shui is not that simple]

[ID Liu Changfu is really annoying: Why does this person keep freeloading everywhere?]

Wu Sansheng continued to eat his steamed bun.

Halfway through his meal, Sun Shuanzhu approached, his expression serious: "Mr. Wu, don't litter that steamed bun wrapper. Be mindful of environmental protection."

Wu Sansheng looked at the steamed bun in his hand—it was wrapped in oil paper, not plastic.

He nodded: "Okay, okay."

Sun Shuanzhu left satisfied.

After finishing his steamed bun, Wu Sansheng folded the oil paper neatly and stuffed it back into his bag. Then he stood up, walked to a nearby tree, leaned against it, and looked at the distant mountains.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were deep.

It's like looking at a mountain, yet it's also like not looking at anything at all.

Kun Ge has recovered and is starting to get lively again. He took a basketball from his assistant—yes, he actually brought a basketball this time.

Start dribbling.

Then dance.

It's the same routine: dribble, turn, crossover, and finish with a powerful shoulder kick.

Several special forces soldiers watched with twitching lips.

In the live stream, fans of the Kun family were commenting "Brother is so handsome," while casual viewers were commenting "It's an eyesore."

Wu Sansheng also glanced at it.

Just one glance.

Then he turned his face away and continued looking at the mountain.

But his expression—although his disguised face looked honest and simple, his eyes, the slightly downturned corners of his mouth, the almost imperceptible frown…

It's like saying: Idiot.

It's very obvious.

It was so obvious that even the live broadcast captured close-ups of the ball.

The comments section burst into laughter instantly:

[ID Emoji: Screenshot it! That disgusted expression!]

[ID: LOL: Bald Uncle's Inner Monologue: What is this thing?]

[ID's hilarious emoji: He's using his face to insult people!]

[ID Kunhei: Even a random middle-aged man couldn't stand it.]

After finishing his dance, Kun looked around smugly, hoping to garner praise.

Then I saw Wu Sansheng's expression.

He paused for a moment, then became a little annoyed: "Hey, sir, what do you mean?"

Wu Sansheng turned his head, looking completely innocent: "Huh? What?"

"That expression you made just now!"

"What's with that expression?" Wu Sansheng scratched his head. "I was just looking at the mountain, not at you."

Kun was speechless for a moment, then snorted and walked away with the basketball.

Wu Sansheng leaned back against the tree and lowered his eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly again.

This time, the live broadcast made it even clearer.

The live chat exploded again:

[ID's second complaint: He's complaining again!]

[ID: Hahahaha: The uncle is so cute]

[ID Emoji King: This guy's got something!]

After resting, the convoy continued its journey.

The afternoon's journey was even more difficult, with some sections requiring us to get off the bus and walk. Everyone carried their equipment, trudging along the mountain path, their steps uneven and difficult.

Wu Sansheng was carrying a tattered canvas bag and walking slowly, panting heavily, looking like he wasn't in good physical condition.

A special forces soldier kindly said, "Uncle, give me your bag, I'll carry it for you."

Wu Sansheng waved his hand: "No need, no need, I can do it myself."

"Don't mention it, you're getting on in years..."

"Really, no need," Wu Sansheng insisted, grinning sheepishly. "I can carry it."

The special forces soldier saw that he insisted and gave up.

In fact, Wu Sansheng carried it very lightly—the bag was very light, containing only a few clothes and some dry rations. His real equipment was on his person, or... somewhere else.

After walking for more than an hour, Lin Guoce called a halt.

There was no road ahead, only a very narrow ridge with deep valleys on both sides.

"We'll camp here tonight," Lin Guoce said. "We'll continue our journey tomorrow."

Everyone started setting up tents.

Wu Sansheng's movements as he set up the tent were clumsy; it took him a while to finally get it up and running crookedly. Liu Changfu saw this and shook his head: "With that kind of stamina, you think you can do archaeology..."

Wu Sansheng heard this but ignored him.

After setting up the tent, he sat down on a rock, took out the steamed bun from his bag—there was still half left—and continued to eat it.

The sun was setting, and it was getting dark.

A campfire was lit at the campsite.

Everyone sat around the fire and ate dinner.

Kun Ge was live-streaming, speaking into the live-streaming device: "Family members, today was tiring, but fulfilling. This is the daily life of an archaeologist..."

Liu Changfu was once again giving a long-winded speech, talking about his "theory of the responsibility of the strong".

Sun Shuanzhu is discussing cultural relic protection regulations with Professor Zhou Xu'an.

Jiang Shouyi was eating quietly.

The ten special forces soldiers were divided into two groups: one group rested and the other group was on guard.

Wu Sansheng sat on the outermost edge, furthest from the fire. After finishing half a steamed bun, he took out a small water bottle from his bag and took a sip.

Then he looked up at the sky, which was gradually darkening.

The stars began to appear.

One, two.

a lot of.

Is the starry sky in this world the same as in the original world?

he does not know.

He just watched.

His eyes were very calm.

It's also very empty.

It's like they're waiting for something.

It's like waiting for nothing at all.

Lin Guoce walked over and sat down next to him.

"Mr. Wu, what are your thoughts on this ancient tomb?"

Wu Sansheng turned his head and grinned sheepishly: "What opinion do I have? I'm just a feng shui master. I'll just calculate where the entrance is when the time comes."

Have you ever been to a tomb before?

"I've been to a few, but they were small graves, not worth mentioning."

Lin Guoce looked at him, his eyes probing: "Do you know Xie Linyuan?"

Wu Sansheng paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know him. I've only seen him on TV, he's very impressive."

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

Wu Sansheng thought for a moment, then said slowly, "He... he's had a tough time."

"What do you mean?"

"One person carrying so much on their shoulders," Wu Sansheng said. "Anyone else would have collapsed long ago."

Lin Guoce was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

He stood up and left.

Wu Sansheng looked up at the stars again.

A night breeze blew by, and it was a bit chilly.

He pulled his coat tighter around himself.

Then close your eyes.

Some images flashed through my mind.

Wu Xie's face.

Wang Pangzi's laughter.

Black bear's sunglasses.

He opened his eyes.

The starry sky is still the same starry sky.

But it's not those people.

He sighed softly.

The voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

Then he got up and went into his tent.

Lie down.

go to bed.

We still have to travel tomorrow.

We're one day closer to the ancient tomb.