Hei Shu's work: Grave Robbery Forbidden Zone 51, Volume 1 - Mirror Bureau * Enigmatic Golden Coffin 0004 Memories of Death

  I heard my own exclamation, and at the same time saw the shock on Gao Dali's face, but he quickly covered it up, walked to my bedside, took a glance, and exclaimed in surprise: "Young Master Jiu, you haven't slept all night?"

  I'm sure Gao Dalie heard those three words, but he didn't mention the Temujin I mentioned, which made me very puzzled. I nodded and replied with a bitter smile: "Can't sleep."

  I also know that Gao Dali doesn't believe me, indeed, I couldn't sleep. Even with my eyes open, the paper on the bed was scribbled on, no one believed it was just random doodles.

  Besides, so many things happened last night, how could I sleep?

  "Xiao Jiu Ye, you must rest well, we will naturally take care of San Ye's affairs." Gao Da Li's face was somewhat sorrowful, he was trying his best to hold back, yet still comforting me.

  Before I could even open my mouth, Gao Dalie glanced at the thing on the bed with the corner of his eye, and his eyes seemed extremely unwilling. Finally, he said: "Young Master Jiu, Third Master doesn't want you to follow him."

  "No, if I don't take care of Grandpa's affairs, am I still human?" I recalled Grandpa's kind face and the days when he would wake me up every morning. The thoughts in my mind grew stronger and stronger.

  Now, grandfather's death is unexplained and unjustified, no matter what, he will never give up.

  "Grandfather is my only relative, if it were you, if something happened to Zhou Baihe, you wouldn't just sit back and do nothing either."

  Gao Dalie looked at me with such a firm expression, and finally shook his head, changing the subject: "Zhou Zhanggui has something to find you."

  I was stunned for a moment, it's just one night, their attitude towards me has changed greatly, from kidnapping to respect, is it because of Grandpa?

  Perhaps Grandfather was a sensational figure in the martial arts world. Otherwise, looking at Zhou Baihe and Shoubo's extremely respectful attitude when they heard Grandfather's name.

  According to what Old Thin said, Grandpa had been active in that Three Star Blood Ghost Grave before, and the rest of the people died there.

  So, Grandfather must have been a capable person, which makes me wonder, with such amazing skills, why he suddenly became anonymous.

  There must be a story behind this.

  Some things must be asked clearly by Mr. Qiu.

  As I was thinking, we had already walked into the front hall. When Qing Bo saw me, he beckoned to me and moved his mouth, but didn't say anything.

  I didn't even look at him, I just walked straight over to Qiu Bo and pulled his head into a hug, without saying a word.

  "In the old days, when I was grave-robbing with San Ye, how glorious it was. Nowadays, I don't have the heart for it anymore, I'm old." Thin Uncle's hoarse and raspy voice rose up lowly, as if reminiscing.

  I was taken aback, my thoughts had been confirmed. Grandfather used to make a living by fighting when he was young. Although I had a premonition that it would be this answer, now that I know, I feel a little relieved. I don't know why, maybe it's because I was curious about grandfather's life before when I was a kid and asked a few times but didn't get an answer.

  "That year, I inadvertently picked up a map of the Han Dynasty from the ghost market, and after confirming that the location indicated on the map was within the borders of Yunnan Province, it took half a year to discover that it was a group of tombs."

  "That burial site, our group of people, plus Chen's family, it took us a whole half month to move out all the valuable things inside."

  I moved for half a month and was shocked with my mouth wide open. How many treasures did I have that it took half a month to move?

  Qiu Bo took a deep breath, as if he was about to suffocate, and said with some difficulty. He sat quietly for a while, seemingly recalling past events, before speaking again after a long time.

  "We were at the last tomb and found a golden coffin, several of us opened it and found inside..."

  My eyes suddenly narrowed, and just now I saw Shou Bo's body trembling.

  Qiu Bo gives me a very mysterious feeling, plus his great strength and some things he told me before, Qiu Bo can be said to be an outstanding figure in the diving world. What kind of thing hasn't he encountered? He shouldn't have lost his emotions like this. What exactly is it that makes this usually calm and collected Qiu Bo so scared that he's trembling all over?

  After a long time, Shou Bo's face finally calmed down slightly, and he continued with a calm tone.

  "There, I saw a shocking secret, something that changed all my previous beliefs..."

  Shou Bo seemed unwilling to linger on the subject and quickly moved on. Although the people in the front hall seemed eager to know, they could only give up when they saw that Shou Bo didn't intend to say more.

  "If you don't see it with your own eyes, you will never understand this feeling of mine. It's a mix of fear, awe, and even reverence that has surpassed all my understanding. In short, it has gone beyond all my cognition. Here, you can't even see the usual logic."

  "After all these years, San Ye still hasn't given up. Indeed, he won't come back alive, because over there is even more dangerous and terrifying than the Blood Ghost Tomb of the Three Stars, but San Ye went there for us."

  At this point, Shou Bo's dry face suddenly turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from his body in an instant.

  I always felt that there should be more content behind, but Shou Bo glanced at me with his eyes that only had whites, and for a moment, I felt a chill.

  "It was I who killed, the elite cultivated by the Zhou family for many years, most of whom were buried in that place. This is the most painful decision I have made in my life. I wronged you, I wronged everyone..."

  Mr. Qiu suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his face flushed with excitement, clearly stirred to the extreme.

  Zhou Baihe's eyes were bloodshot, his face was ashen, and he looked like a furious leopard. However, I noticed that Shou Bo's tightly clenched fists were shaking uncontrollably.

  What is Qiu Bo afraid of? What else is he hiding from me that I shouldn't know about?

  There's a strange feeling telling me that Grandpa's death wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface, but was actually planned.

  Grandpa is not an impulsive person, if he wasn't unprepared, he wouldn't have acted so rashly.

  Suddenly, I remembered when I was a kid, my grandfather would always be alone in that room he never let me enter, and for a moment, I was stunned, frightened by my own thoughts.

  Grandpa is planned, intuition tells me so.

  I moved my mouth, but couldn't say a word.

  What Old Man Qiu said was like a legend, I couldn't have imagined that Grandpa was a legendary figure when he was young, and the domineering aura in my impression of Grandpa had been suppressed for over a decade.

  Could it be that Grandpa had secretly planned everything and was fully prepared, yet no matter what, he still couldn't escape from that place.

  What kind of place is it that makes Suo Lian and Zhou Baihe so fearful?

  "That's all I can tell you, Xiaojiao. Remember, this matter involves too many things, and for the time being, you won't be able to digest it." Shoubo's expression slowly eased up as he looked at me and said.

  I nodded vaguely, and my whole being was in a state of unknown territory.

  At this time, Shou Bo said with a serious tone: "Xiao Jiu, come and take a look at this map. You say it's from the Han Dynasty."

  Looking at the map on the table, I walked over to take a look and found that it was a crisscrossing route with some incomprehensible symbols marked on top, as well as some red and black marks. This feeling, how is it like a design drawing?

  They all saw the expression on my face and didn't say anything. Qiu Bo asked me, "What did you figure out?"

  I remembered what that person in the ghost market said, and I was certain in my heart that it should be a Han Dynasty thing, so I replied: "This is a Han Dynasty thing, it just looks like a design drawing."

  "Xiao Jiu has completely inherited San Ye's eyesight. This is indeed a Han Dynasty artifact." Zhou Bai He said with a smile.

  I just stared at the map, but the doubts in my heart didn't come out. When I looked at this map last night, I clearly smelled a strong fishy smell, but now there's no smell at all. Did my nose go bad last night? Has my sense of smell gone haywire?

  In the following days, Gao Dali took me to the Zhou family's mansion, where I felt strange that they all called me "Little Ninth Master" and were exceptionally affectionate. This made me feel somewhat honored and surprised, but also deeply uncomfortable. Of course, in the Zhou household, the title of "Little Ninth Master" was already a consensus, even the servants below could call it out smoothly, making me wonder if I had grown up in the Zhou family since childhood.

  Coming to the Zhou family's big yard, I completely got rid of my previous loser life and lived a happy life.

  After I arrived at the Zhou family's mansion, I never saw Zhou Baihe again. It was as if these two people had vanished into thin air. If I hadn't been in the Zhou family's mansion, I would have thought it was all just a dream.

  Later, I was bored and went to the ghost market at midnight, sneaking out quietly.

  Because I always feel that the people in the Zhou family's compound won't reveal some things about Grandpa to me, and also, Gao Dali never mentions anything about Zhou Baihe and Shou Boer, which makes me even more suspicious.

  I feel that Shou Bo and the others must have taken the map they dug up from the ghost market to go down. Judging from Shou Bo's past deeds and age, it's not worth it for him to take risks for any treasure. If it's really like I think, considering Shou Bo's age, the only thing I can think of is that Grandpa's death has something to do with where they went.

  They didn't want me to interfere with this matter, so they kept it from me.

  Thinking of grandfather's death, I finally made up my mind.

  This is my second time coming to Ghost City.

  The quiet of midnight and the twinkling candlelight are like a serene painting, but beneath many of these candles in this largest black market of Changsha, there are transactions that dare not see the light.

  Of course, including myself inside.

  When the clock struck one, I was threading my way through the streets. To tell you the truth, it's really a very difficult thing to find someone in such a ghost town. Because in front of each stall, only a white candle is lit, and the vendors themselves are far away from the candlelight, trying their best to hide in the darkness. Even if my eyesight was good, it would be very difficult for me to recognize this person at a glance in such an environment.

  As I looked down the street and was about to reach the end, I still hadn't found this person. I thought to myself, could it be that he didn't come today?

  The map flowed out of the hands of that strange person, so that person knew where Qiu Bo and others went.

  Just as I was thinking this, a very suspicious figure appeared at the corner of the street in the distance, with a timid and shrinking appearance. My heart shouted: It's that person! My intuition told me it was him, no mistake.

  That figure walked very slowly, as if dragging on the ground, and I quickly arrived at his stall.

  This time, his stall was in the middle of the street. What's different is that a candle was lit in front of the stall, and what's even more eerie is that the candle seemed to be almost burned out.

  "Want to make a delivery?" I didn't bother with so much anymore, squatting down and asking in the manner of Zhou Baihe.

  That person heard my voice, shuddered slightly, and softly replied without lifting his head: "Uh-huh."

  "A jade pendant." His voice was still very soft and cautious.

  "The end of the Qin Dynasty." I opened my mouth wide and asked in a low voice in surprise.

  At this time, he put the jade pendant in my hand and whispered: "You take this jade pendant, my hands are almost frozen."

  When the jade pendant touched my palm, it suddenly felt cool. The jade pendant was like a piece of ice that fell into my palm, almost dropping it to the ground.

  Before I could even react, the person's shadow was gone. I stood there staring at the squatting stall for a long time before I came back to my senses. It felt especially strange in my heart - this person didn't want money anymore.

  I thought for a long time and just realized that the person from earlier seemed to be in a hurry, as if they were eager to get rid of this jade pendant, which is why they said those words.

  A windfall from outside the sky.

  The next day I returned to the Zhou family's compound, I studied it for a long time and couldn't find any special features of this jade pendant. To be honest, this jade pendant is no different from the fake ones sold on the street stalls for two yuan. The only thing that makes me feel strange is that as soon as I pick up the jade pendant, it feels like a piece of ice, extremely cold. This weather was already winter, and with the coolness of the jade pendant, it made me feel an inexplicable eeriness.

  But after putting down the jade pendant, there was no feeling at all.

  Then, after putting away the jade pendant, I had just walked out of the room when I saw Gao Dali rushing over in a hurry, his face pale, and he said to me: "Young Master Jiu, something's happened."

  Isn't it Xiao Bo and them?

  I felt a shiver run down my spine, sensing a lurking fear in front of me that made me want to flee immediately. But I didn't do so, and instead asked urgently: "What's going on?"

  "Qiu Bo and they may..."