One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Abe Genji strode in.

He lost his usual composure and walked straight up to Zhang Chulan, handing him the photo.

"Brother Chu Lan."

Yuan Yi spoke very seriously, without any nonsense, and directly told him all the secrets that Master Xuanmu had told him.

And then there was that horrific massacre of people being blown up and buried alive!

After hearing all of this...

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly froze.

The smile on Zhang Chulan's face vanished completely.

He held the photo in his hand, staring at the newly added set of coordinates behind it.

"So...we need to go check this out first."

Instead of fear, Zhang Chulan's eyes blazed with wild joy:

"Because they retreated in such a hurry back then, they directly used the method of blasting and burying."

"Therefore, the core data inside the base was not completely destroyed!"

"They were just buried in the ground!"

Wang Ye understood the meaning behind Zhang Chulan's words, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Old Zhang, your thought process is really fast. You wouldn't be thinking of..."

"That's right!"

Zhang Chulan waved his hand and turned to look at Feng Baobao, who was squatting on the ground counting ants.

"Sister Bao'er! Grab your gear! Our jobs are a perfect match!"

Upon hearing the shout, Feng Baobao quickly stood up.

Without saying a word, she pulled a shovel that had been polished to a gleaming shine from that versatile backpack.

He expertly tossed it a couple of times in his hand, then nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay. I'm an expert at digging holes."

Watching the two of them sing in unison, Abe Genji was dumbfounded.

"Brother Chu Lan, you...you're going to dig up that ruin?"

Yuan Yi quickly tried to dissuade him, his tone anxious:

“That place has been sealed off for decades and is frequently hit by earthquakes, not to mention the unknown turmoil that occurred there back then.”

"It's too dangerous to dig in rashly!"

“Brother Yuanyi, you’re wrong about that.”

Zhang Chulan stepped forward and put his arm around Abe Genji's shoulder in a friendly manner.

The smile on his face was so sincere, so righteous and awe-inspiring:

"Danger? When have we, the people of the Celestial Master's Mansion, ever been afraid of danger?"

"Besides, this concerns my sister Bao'er's background. Even if there's a den of dragons and tigers down there, I'll wade through it and make it flat!"

Zhang Chulan turned his head, looked at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, and grinned:

"Old Wang, Old Qing. This is a raid on an ancient ruin. Interested in running it together?"

Wang sighed, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked resigned to his fate.

"Well, I knew this trip wouldn't end so easily."

"Let's go, consider it a good workout. It's better than staying in the hotel playing games with Second Master."

Zhuge Qing opened his folding fan with a swish, fanned himself lightly twice, and a hint of inquisitive interest appeared in his eyes.

"A secret base that was directly destroyed and buried by the military? That certainly sounds like it's worth a visit."

With the statements from these two top experts, Zhang Chulan felt completely confident.

He turned his head and bowed to Abe Genyoshi.

"Brother Yuanyi, I am deeply grateful and cannot express my thanks."

Chapter 420 Seeking the Dragon and Dividing the Gold: The Human-Shaped Tunnel Boring Machine Starts Up!

The Okutama Mountains outside Tokyo.

In the woods late at night, only the chirping of unknown autumn insects could be heard intermittently in the grass.

There were no streetlights, and the shadows of the trees were heavy.

A cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

It has a bit of the atmosphere of shooting a horror movie in the wilderness.

On a flat area halfway up the mountain.

A black minivan, obtained from a car rental company, quietly turned off its engine.

The car door opened.

Zhang Chulan was the first to jump down.

His attire tonight was quite professional.

He was wearing a high-wattage miner's helmet and a multi-pocket tactical vest.

Even on the neck.

A dark animal bone was tied with a red rope.

"Tsk, this breeze is making me feel all chilly."

Zhang Chulan tightened his collar, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and uttered "Amitabha."

Behind him.

Several people got off the car one after another.

"Brother Chu Lan, this is the outermost edge of the military's blockade zone back then."

Abe Genji, who was responsible for driving them there, leaned out from the driver's seat:

"The car can't go any further up. The area blasted back then was too large, and the terrain has completely changed. You must be careful."

"Don't worry, Brother Yuanyi."

Zhang Chulan reached out and patted the car door, giving him an OK sign:

"Leave the remaining rough work to our professional archaeological team!"

Abe Genji nodded solemnly.

Turn off the car lights and hide in the shadows of the trees.

The four-person team, armed with flashlights, trudged up the mountain, one step at a time.

The surrounding area was filled with huge, broken rocks and dead trees lying haphazardly, clearly indicating that the force of the blasting that occurred decades ago was terrifying.

The higher you go, the steeper the terrain becomes.

Zhang Chulan walked at the front, holding a brass compass he had somehow acquired, his brows furrowed.

He stared intently at the whirling pointer on the compass, while solemnly fiddling with his fingers.

Muttering to himself:

"To find the dragon and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier."

Closing the door presents eight layers of danger, yet it remains within the framework of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams.

Zhang Chulan stomped his foot, and the beam of his flashlight swept wildly around:

"Gentlemen, looking at this terrain, there is a green dragon coiled on the left and a white tiger crouching on the right. It is truly a rare and extremely ominous place."

"The lair down there must be hidden in the dead end of this feng shui formation."

Wang Ye, who was following behind, almost twisted his ankle when he heard these impassioned words.

"Old Zhang, you should take a rest!"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes dramatically, unable to hold back any longer, and stepped forward to kick Zhang Chulan in the butt:

"We're not here to raid tombs today, what kind of feudal superstition are you spouting here?!"

"You mean 'finding the dragon vein and dividing the gold'? The needle on your compass is spinning. That's because the scrap iron buried underneath is interfering with the Earth's magnetic field. What does that have to do with the Azure Dragon and White Tiger?"

Zhuge Qing, suppressing a laugh, shone a flashlight on the black bone on Zhang Chulan's neck:

"Chu Lan, Old Wang is right. Everyone has their own expertise. This is a modern demolition site, not the tomb of a king or general."

Your tomb raiding rhetoric isn't appropriate here.

"Go away, you don't know anything."

Zhang Chulan tucked the compass into his robes and retorted confidently:

"That's called a sense of ritual! Don't you know what it means to create an emotional atmosphere?"

"If we don't use some jargon, how boring would it be for us to be feeding mosquitoes in the mountains in the middle of the night?"

He pointed to the dark, craggy piles of stones around him and spread his hands:

"Since you think I'm unprofessional, come on, Master Wang, Master Zhuge, this area for dozens of miles has been blasted flat."

"You two, can you pinpoint the location of the base entrance?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance and each put away their joking thoughts.

"This job really depends on the flow of the earth's energy."

Wang Ye yawned and walked to a relatively flat pebble beach.

He stood with his feet slightly apart, taking a step in a certain direction.