In Panjiayuan, the first thing they did was trick Lao Hu into going tomb raiding.

One bite of rice dumpling, then reach out and light a candle.

Even a fool could guess their identities, let alone the meticulous Shirley Yang.

Su Mo had never been so speechless in his life. At the very last moment, this fat man caused trouble again.

Uh…

Upon hearing what Shirley Yang said, the fat man's body, which was lighting candles, immediately stiffened.

"Whoosh..."

The fat man hurriedly blew out the candles. "Miss Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? We are absolutely of impeccable revolutionary lineage..."

"My mom is a March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter every year, and I'm a member of the Youth Commando Team. How could I possibly be a tomb raider..."

"Miss Yang, you're overthinking it, you're really overthinking it!"

"Ha ha…"

Fatty and Lao Hu gave an awkward smile. Seeing that Shirley Yang was still staring straight at them, the two wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

Now that things had come to this, Lao Hu had no choice but to confront Shirley Yang directly. "Yes, Miss Yang, my brother and I did indeed rob tombs, but we're not the kind of grave robbers who dig up people's ancestral graves. After all, we're the honorable tomb raiders!"

"..."

Shirley Yang stared at Old Hu for a long time before saying, "A fixed plate hangs for a thousand gold pieces, the sea divination sounds, the hook claw kicks the pole, the tomb raider pours water into the top of the Yuanliang, the moon beckons the Ziyuan and the color cannot be covered!"

The fat man was a little confused and muttered to Su Mo, "What is this American girl saying?"

Su Mo whispered, "Industry slang, the code words of the tomb raiding industry!"

The fat man exclaimed in surprise, "An American girl who knows the code words of the tomb raiding industry, she is...?"

"That's right!"

Su Mo nodded. "She's also a tomb raider!"

"what!"

The fat man opened his mouth wide.

"Okay, okay..."

Su Mo smoothed things over, "Miss Yang, let's not dwell on the tomb raiders right now. My biggest concern is whether we can get out of here alive!"

Su Mo glanced at the surroundings and analyzed them one by one, "There's a stone box here, I wonder if it has any mechanisms."

Old Hu picked up the stone box and examined it carefully.

"There are murals on the walls!"

Sherry Yang glanced at the mural and said, "Judging from the content of this mural, one of the two corpses is a prophet, and the other is his servant..."

At this moment, Old Hu suddenly said, "Look, the dozen or so pictures carved on this stone box, when put together, resemble an ancient prophecy..."

The fat man said urgently, "Old Hu, forget about any prophecy for now. Can you check if there's a way out of the box?"

Old Hu examined the stone box again, then quickly shook his head, "There really isn't anything there!"

The fat man immediately deflated, feeling utterly discouraged.

Shirley Yang stared at the mural and said, "The prophet once foretold that several thousand years later, five humans would break in and open the stone box."

The fat man counted the number of people in the line and immediately said, "Five people? How is that possible? We have six, okay?"

Soon, the fat man thought of another possibility. His face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Or... is there another ghost among the six of us?"

"A ghost? A ghost?"

Professor Chen, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing the fat man's voice. "Ah! A ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Lost Direction

"There's a ghost!"

Professor Chen screamed as he fled, "A ghost!"

"Haha, ghost, come out quickly, I'm not afraid of you!"

"..."

Everyone looked at Professor Chen, exchanging bewildered glances. The fat man said, "It seems Professor Chen has gone mad..."

Old Hu sighed, "No wonder, of all my students, only Xiao Ye is left alive..."

"ghost!"

Professor Chen turned his head and saw Shirley Yang, then his body trembled. "A ghost!!"

"Professor Chen!"

Seeing Professor Chen's condition, Shirley Yang felt a pang of pain in her heart and couldn't bear it. "It's me, it's me, Shirley Yang!"

"Ghost!!"

Professor Chen was both shocked and terrified. Seeing Shirley Yang approaching him, he lunged at her, baring his teeth and claws, shouting, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Shh!"

Su Mo appeared behind Professor Chen, reached out and patted Professor Chen's shoulder. With a "click," Professor Chen immediately fainted.

Sherry Yang was startled, "Professor Chen..."

Su Mo comforted him, "It's alright, let him sleep for a while. Our top priority right now is to find an exit as soon as possible!"

Seeing that Professor Chen's breathing was steady and he was alright, Shirley Yang was finally relieved.

Old Hu opened the black box. "There was another parchment scroll inside..."

Hearing the sound, Shirley Yang came over. "What's painted inside...?"

Old Hu stared at it intently for a moment, then said, "It records things about the Ghost Cave, thousands of years ago..."

Su Mo interrupted, "Old Hu, the Ghost Cave is too far in the past, let's talk about it later. Right now, we need to find the way!"

"Oh... okay!"

Old Hu continued flipping through the parchment scroll, “The prophet foretold that eight hundred years after his death, a new tribe would arrive at Mount Laglama, and this tribe would be the predecessor of the Jingjue Kingdom…”

"The later Queen of Jingjue had eyes that could see through ghost caves, and she possessed mysterious and unpredictable power to conquer more than a dozen neighboring countries."

"These acts of wrath and resentment will thoroughly anger the true God, who will then hand over this mountain and the surrounding area to the devil. The desert will swallow all the cities, and all the people and livestock of this country, as well as the black serpent evil spirits in the ghost cave, will be buried deep underground!"

Sherry Yang nodded slightly; the information recorded there matched the legends of the Jingjue Ancient City told by her family.

Old Hu paused for a moment, then turned the page again: "The prophet once foretold that several thousand years from now, five lucky people would come here because of a landslide, one of whom would be a descendant of the prophet's tribe!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo and Fatty Hu both turned their attention to Shirley Yang.

The fat man raised an eyebrow. "Miss Yang, among us, you are the most likely descendant of this prophet. Did your ancestors live here?"

Shirley Yang clearly didn't want to discuss this issue. She rubbed her temples and said, "I'll tell you about this later!"

Old Hu nodded, feeling that what Shirley Yang said made some sense, after all, this was not the time to discuss this issue.

He looked down at the parchment scroll, his expression suddenly turning serious: "It says that the prophet will show his descendants a way to escape, but the prerequisite is—never drop the parchment scroll on the ground!"

"The moment the parchment fell to the ground was the start of the sandstorm. At that time, the yellow sand will once again engulf the ancient city of Jingjue and Mount Zaglama, until the end of time!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts jumped into their throats.

Even Old Hu felt a shadow fall over his heart, as if the parchment in his hand had become incredibly heavy. He carefully turned the parchment over, only to find that the back was empty. All the records ended there.

Seeing Old Hu standing there in a daze, the fat man asked, "That's it?"

Old Hu looked up. "That's it!"

Where are the escape routes?

Fatty and Old Hu stared at each other, speechless for a moment…

Su Mo checked the surroundings and, after repeatedly confirming that there were no escape routes, said, "We can't completely disbelieve the prophet's words, but we can't believe them entirely either!"

Su Mo took the parchment from Old Hu and, without saying a word, threw it on the ground.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?"

The fat man was terrified by Su Mo's action, and Old Hu also jumped, looking at Su Mo with a look of horror.

Su Mo smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have my own plans!"

"Boom!"

The entire mountain was trembling, the murals inside the cave were cracking, and stones kept falling. Before long, three deep cave entrances appeared in front of everyone.

"Holy crap..."

The fat man cursed, "Miss Yang, is your prophet playing a trick on us? He said we shouldn't let the parchment fall to the ground, but now that it's fallen, three passages have appeared!"

Seeing the precarious mountain peak, Shirley Yang became anxious, "There should only be one correct path!"

The prophet's bones fell, but his arm pointed to an exit.

Seeing this, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on, come on! Follow me!"

With that, Su Mo led Professor Chen and Ye Yixin toward the cave indicated by the prophet.

Old Hu, Fatty, and Shirley Yang didn't have time to think much. They gritted their teeth and followed closely behind Su Mo.

No sooner had the group left than a rock buried the cave.

.........

Su Mo and the others continued walking forward, and after an unknown amount of time, light finally appeared ahead, and everyone was overjoyed.

A dozen minutes later, they finally reached the cave, breathed in the fresh air, and laughed heartily.

Su Mo shouted at the top of his lungs, "Grandpa An Liman..."

Su Mo knew that An Liman was nearby, and that was how the two of them had agreed before.

"How could he possibly hear that!"