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

The fat man looked puzzled. "A sound? What sound? Where is the sound coming from?"

Su Mo took a sip of water and said, "It's a dinging sound, similar to that of a telegraph machine!"

Shirley Yang closed her eyes and listened carefully again. "That's right, it seems to be the Morse code of three short, three long, and three short lines!"

The fat man was even more confused. "What does 'three shorts, three longs, three shorts' mean?"

"You big idiot, you know nothing about anything," Su Mo shook his head helplessly and explained, "It's the internationally recognized distress signal, SOS!"

The fat man looked around at the dimly lit surroundings in horror and said in fear, "What's going on? I didn't hear anything!"

The fat man was terrified by what the others were saying.

Are you possessed by a ghost? Or am I possessed by a ghost?

Seeing the fat man's terrified expression, Su Mo couldn't help but find it amusing.

This fat guy is sometimes very timid, but when he sees something precious, he becomes incredibly brave.

Does it mean to embolden the poor?

"Ding ding, ding, ding ding ding, ding ding!"

The familiar voice rang out again, and this time not only Shirley Yang, but also Hu Bayi heard it clearly.

There was definitely a sound!

There are Morse code sounds coming from this remote forest, it's really weird!

The fat man, hiding behind Su Mo, swallowed hard. "Is this another one of those SOS stuff?"

After listening for a while, Sherry Yang's expression suddenly turned serious. "It's Morse code..."

"But this time it's not SOS. D, E, A, D, DEAD! This is a death signal!"

As she spoke, Shirley Yang stood up, looked at the large banyan tree behind her, and said, "Something's strange here!"

Su Mo understood the strangeness of the situation better than anyone else. He put his arms around Lao Hu and Xue Li Yang's waists, "Fatty, you wait here for a while, we'll go upstairs and take a look..."

The fat man looked around at the eerie surroundings and panicked a little. "Why didn't you take me with you?!"

"You're too heavy! I can't carry you!"

After saying that, Su Mo grabbed Xue Li Yang and Lao Hu, and used his lightness skill, Stepping on Snow Without Leaving a Trace, to leap into the air. Then, he gently used the huge tree trunk for leverage, and the three of them easily landed on the tree.

"........."

As the three of them disappeared before his eyes, with Su Mo's voice still ringing in his ears, the fat man's lips twitched.

"Damn, looks like Fatty needs to lose weight. Next time I'm in danger and want to run away... even Brother Su won't be able to hold me!"

This was the first time the fat man had ever been so speechless.

Up in the tree, the three found a piece of plane wreckage. Shirley Yang, observing the slogans on the plane, remarked, "This is an American C-type transport plane. I just don't know why it ended up in western Yunnan..."

The three of them walked into the plane as they talked.

Old Hu looked around and said uncertainly, "Back in the 1940s, when we were fighting against Japan, there were at least 800 to 1,000 American planes that crashed on the southwestern border. This one might very well have been the plane that was transporting military supplies to the Expeditionary Force!"

"Squeak squeak!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the cockpit of the plane.

The three shone their flashlights over to take a look.

Then you can see the pilot's head, which was tilted to one side, is now slowly straightening itself.

Old Hu and Shirley Yang were startled and quickly hid behind Su Mo.

"Brother..."

Old Hu's face turned ugly. "This ghost is no match for Queen Jingjue; it's no match for you!"

Knowing you're no match for me, why are you two still so afraid?

Su Mo rolled his eyes and drew the pistol from behind him.

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out, and the shot hit its mark.

Not only was the helmet knocked off, but the animal wearing the helmet was also slammed into the windshield in front of the driver's cab by the impact.

The glass was already broken. Now it's shattered even more from the impact.

"Yeah!"

The eagle let out a miserable cry.

Su Mo raised a cold eyebrow, and his Azure Dragon Blood Qi suddenly burst forth. "Get lost!"

Feeling the intense pressure, the eagle struggled to its feet and flew out of the window.

Sherry Yang poked her head out, "That's... an owl?"

Su Mo shook his head. "An eagle-osprey. But this eagle-osprey has become a spirit!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and checked their surroundings, finding weapons everywhere, including the classic Thompson submachine gun.

All of their weapons were obtained by Big Gold Tooth through the Xie family; they were the most lethal weapons of the 1980s, and none of them changed their guns.

However, taking advantage of Lao Hu and Shirley Yang's inattention, Su Mo still managed to put the weapon into the system space.

Just because you don't need it now doesn't mean you won't need it in the future.

After checking the surroundings, Lao Hu found nothing unusual. Su Mo picked up Hu Yang and the two landed gracefully.

"Brother Su, Old Hu!"

Upon seeing Su Mo and the other two, the fat man exclaimed, "There's a red coffin inside this big banyan tree!"

As the group approached, they discovered that there really was a red coffin.

For the first time ever, Old Hu praised Fatty, saying, "Fatty, you did a great job!"

The fat man was a little embarrassed. "Well, seeing that you guys weren't coming down anytime soon, I took a dump nearby, and that's how I found this coffin..."

This coffin smells terrible!

Old Hu's smile froze, and he cursed, "So that's why it smelled like shit, it was you who did it..."

Chapter 74: Does the Prince of Xian Want to Become an Immortal?

Hearing the fat man's words, Su Mo chuckled. He felt that the fat man was part of the atmosphere-building team.

The originally dull and tedious tomb raiding life became interesting and even hilarious because of Fatty's involvement.

Su Mo stepped forward, glanced up, and said, "Wait a minute. I'll get it out..."

As he spoke, Su Mo grabbed the coffin and, with his innate strength, pulled it out.

It's quite heavy!

Su Mo muttered something to himself, then placed the coffin on the ground.

Opening the coffin and taking the treasure—how could we leave out Fatty!

The fat man stepped forward, offering his usual flattery, "Brother Su, you have the makings of a tyrant, you should rest first. I'll open the coffin, I'll do it..."

"it is good!"

Su Mo waved his hand, not paying any attention.

The fat man crouched on the coffin, looking it over and over. "Hey, tell me, what's this coffin made of? Is it crystal or jade?"

"This looks to me like the bloodstone from Panjiayuan..."

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to the fat man; everyone's attention was not on the material of the coffin.

coffin!

What kind of pervert would collect this stuff?!

Having several coffins in the house, just thinking about it is fucking creepy!

At this moment, Su Mo was thinking about the scepter inside the coffin, which was the key to open the Heavenly Palace.

Shirley Yang looked puzzled. "Is there any feng shui significance to placing a coffin inside a tree?"

The fat man squatted beside the coffin and chimed in, "Brother Su, Master Hu, you two know a lot. Explain yourselves..."

Old Hu looked around. "The terrain here slopes from east to west. It's a bottomless basin, too isolated. So it's definitely not a place to place a coffin!"

"Moreover, since ancient times, the construction of tombs has emphasized the presence of wind and trees. Trees should be planted in front of the burial mound so that the overall layout of the tomb symbolizes blessings for future generations!"

"I've never seen anyone stuff a coffin inside a tree before. It doesn't conform to feng shui principles. Most importantly, it's just improper!"

The fat man's words really stumped Old Hu. Old Hu frowned deeply, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

The fat man laughed, "Hey Lao Hu... your family's ancestral eighteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret technique doesn't include anything about putting a coffin inside a tree..."

"Hey hey hey..."

Old Hu shone his flashlight in the fat man's face, interrupting him, "Hey, do you even know how to count? That's sixteen characters... your family only has eighteen..."

Looking at this pair of clowns, Su Mo was utterly speechless. "Alright, alright..."

Seeing Su Mo speak, Old Hu and Fatty stopped bickering. Fatty then asked, "Brother Su, you're so knowledgeable, can you tell me why the coffin is inside the tree...?"

Su Mo nodded, "What Old Hu just said was only the feng shui theory for ordinary people building tombs. This King Xian is not so simple. Don't forget that the Muchen Pearl is also called Phoenix Gallbladder, which is said to be able to grant immortality..."

"If we consider the entire Insect Valley, the place we are standing on is the mausoleum of King Xian!"

"Furthermore, judging from the positions of the stars, the entire Insect Valley resembles a grand formation for Taoist immortality-seeking, so the tomb of King Xian must have gathered the spiritual energy of the entire Insect Valley. King Xian wanted to become an immortal!"

Becoming an immortal?

Shirley Yang's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Impossible! So many great emperors in ancient times failed to become immortals. How could a mere commoner emperor who ruled over a few hundred thousand people possibly achieve this?"

Su Mo hit the nail on the head, "This Prince Xian possesses the Muchen Pearl, which no other emperor has!"

"........."

Shirley Yang was speechless.

Yes, this Dust-Repelling Pearl is indeed quite extraordinary. Queen Jingjue, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and many other powerful and influential figures in ancient Central China all coveted the Dust-Repelling Pearl.