Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Hua Yu and Er Yuehong did not stay at the top of the mountain for long. They watched Zhang Qishan and others go in at the foot of the mountain. After a while, the old man suddenly ran out, looking crazy and attracting a lot of attention.

However, the poor old man didn't run far before he was beaten to death by people from the Sakura Country who were lying in ambush in the bushes.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

Hua Yu and his group returned to Changsha City without alerting anyone.

Zhang Qishan and others looked at the old man who was suddenly frightened mad. Although they wanted to stop him, how could a normal person compare with a madman.

"Master Buddha, let's go. Look at the horizontal bar here, there are traces all over it."

"This is the evidence that the miners were hanged here, which shows that there is real danger inside. And the Wusheng Old Mother at the door also proves it, doesn't she?"

"Otherwise, those Sakura people wouldn't have set up a formation to keep their distance from each other."

"Master Ba, don't worry, I will definitely send you back with all your arms and legs intact."

The Buddha promised Mr. Qi Ba that he would bring the person back safely, then walked inside and poured out the two bowls of water.

Mr. Qi Ba looked at Zhang Qishan's actions and exclaimed that it was a sin. Don't blame him. Don't blame him.

"Master Buddha, even if you don't believe me, you should at least consider me, Old Eight."

"Old Eight, this is what my family has inherited from our ancestors. If you ruin it, won't you offend those mysterious people?"

Mr. Qi grabbed one of Zhang Qishan's sleeves and followed quietly behind him, while Zhang Qishan was on guard at the back.

The three of them followed the passage dug by the workers and moved forward.

"Master Buddha, look, there is no space here, let's go back." Master Qi Ba looked at the cave with no passage, and he seemed to be resurrected with full health in an instant.

"Old Eight, they went to so much trouble, it's impossible that they just dug a hole like this." Zhang Qishan looked around.

"Look carefully and don't miss any corner."

Mr. Qi Ba had a bitter face as he searched in this small cave with Zhang Xishan.

Zhang Qishan looked at several large vats in the corner, which were filled with water. The slightest movement would cause ripples in the water.

"Bang" a gunshot rang out.

The bottom of the water tank was broken. It could no longer bear the weight and cracked open, causing all the water to pour into the hole covered by the water tank.

"Lord Buddha."

Zhang Qishan stopped Zhang Xishan from speaking.

With a flip, Zhang Qishan jumped into the water tank, turned on the flashlight to take a look, then waved upwards, signaling them to come down.

The Eighth Master looked at the distance between below and above, feeling a little nervous. It was only when Zhang Qishan told him to catch him that the Eighth Master closed his eyes and jumped down with a determined heart.

Before the Eighth Master could stand firmly, Zhang Xishan jumped down from above and pressed on him.

"Ouch." Master Ba cried out.

Zhang Xishan pretended nothing happened and helped Eighth Master up. "Eighth Master, look at what I did. Didn't you see you were on the ground? Please forgive me, Eighth Master."

After saying that, he followed Zhang Qishan and walked forward.

The Eighth Master was at the back, feeling bitter and helpless. He pointed at Zhang Xishan but could not say a word. He could only hold his waist with one hand and limp along.

The three men did not walk far before they came to an open space where there was an overturned coffin. When they went forward to check, they found that everything inside had been emptied.

"Lord Buddha, look."

"This thing is quite heavy. It's better than what we have now."

Zhang Qishan took the Luoyang shovel handed to him by Zhang Xishan and shook it in his hand.

"It looks like it's made of cast iron, otherwise it wouldn't be so light."

"Master Buddha, could this be the burial pit of kings and nobles from the Northern and Southern Dynasties that we found on the train, where they were buried prone?" Master Qi Ba took a look inside and came back to ask.

"The coffins in that train were most likely transported from here."

"But what are they transporting these things for?"

"For a burial pit of this size, how big must the owner's tomb be? How big is the accompanying burial chamber?"

"Go and have a look, you'll know."