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We gathered in the closed basement, and Professor Sun intended to speak frankly. His brow was furrowed as he said, "Actually..."
I waited for him to continue.
The Ghostly Heavenly Palace is a national secret, Professor Sun reiterated with concern.
"Uh-huh," I responded.
What followed was Professor Sun recounting the process of investigating the Ghostly Heavenly Palace.
I didn't know the reason. When I received the order back then, I joined the archaeological team, thinking it was just another routine mission, so I didn't pay much attention. However, when I arrived at the team, I was stunned; it was far from what I had imagined. Looking at the group, many people were not even part of the archaeological team but were hired from outside.
Our team consisted of ten people in total. Only three were original members of the archaeological team, including myself, making four of us. The other six were unfamiliar faces, but according to introductions, none were novices. My three colleagues were well-known figures in the archaeological field.
And so, these ten people came together.
Upon seeing this team, I initially didn't think much of it; I assumed we were called to handle a particularly tricky tomb that had been discovered somewhere.
But in reality, I had underestimated the situation. When the order was given, my mind went blank; we were actually tasked with searching for the Ghostly Heavenly Palace.
This Ghostly Heavenly Palace had long been rumored in our archaeological circles, yet no one had ever considered it a real existence. Even if it did exist, it would likely be a castle in the air—something unseen and intangible.
Before us, many had attempted to uncover the secrets of the Ghostly Heavenly Palace but had all met with failure. This truly made it hard for me to believe that it actually existed.
It wasn't until I saw that newspaper, with the photo of the Bronze Fish Mouth, that I began to believe that perhaps the Ghostly Heavenly Palace truly existed.
However, the day after the Bronze Fish Mouth was unearthed, it mysteriously disappeared. Yet, the image of it remained vividly etched in my mind, prompting me to create a replica. I chuckled bitterly at this, realizing I had overlooked a crucial detail.
Thus, on the day following the command's issuance, we embarked on this decades-long mission. We continuously conducted investigations and verifications, traversing mountains and rivers, covering nearly half of China in our search.
The ancient clan known as the Ghost Tribe was something we had researched countless times, yet we still found no trace of the Ghostly Heavenly Palace. The Ghost Tribe, defeated and displaced by Shang Wuwang, likely had little connection to it. The most probable link seemed to be a branch that later integrated into the Central Plains—the Wei Wu faction—suggesting that the Ghostly Heavenly Palace may have been created under their influence.
During our journey, we explored both the northwest and southwest regions, which were considered the most likely locations for the Ghostly Heavenly Palace. However, in the end, we returned empty-handed.
"What kind of people are in your team? How is it that after so many years there’s still no lead?" the Fat Ma interjected.
You can't blame us for that.
Then Professor Sun mentioned a name that left both me and the Fat Ma stunned.
Professor Sun glanced at the Fat Ma with a teasing look before letting out a deep sigh. "Our team was the first to undertake this mission. Over these years, many have died or been injured; now there are hardly any of us left."
I was also curious about the members of their team; after all, this was classified information belonging to the state, and I believed they couldn't possibly be ordinary individuals.
After a moment of contemplation, Professor Sun revealed the first name: Old Mountain Master.
Upon hearing this name, both the Fat Ma and I felt as if our brains had been jolted; waves of emotion surged within us. We had encountered this person before—he was undoubtedly a master in the world of tomb raiding.
We both stared at Professor Sun as if he were a monster, our curiosity not directed at him but rather at the name that was about to emerge from his lips. The first name was already so impressive; surely the second one would be just as remarkable.
Moments later, the second name came out: "Chen Yutou."
Damn, my heart was already in turmoil. This was a legendary figure; how could he possibly exist in reality?
Yet, Professor Sun had indeed spoken it. I looked intently at him, hoping to find some hint of deception on his face, but it was all in vain.
Chen Yutou was actually one of them.
The Fat Ma was also excited and incoherent. How could he not be thrilled when characters from this story were appearing in real life? "Is he still alive?"
Professor Sun replied, "I can't say. That's classified information. Just mentioning his name is already pushing the limits."
Just hearing these two names made it clear that this archaeological team was no small fry. With these two on board, any ordinary tomb would be a piece of cake. Even if a couple of zombies or Zongzi showed up, it would be nothing but a death wish.
I sighed with relief, but my heart remained unsettled. Chen Yutou and the Old Mountain Master—I had encountered the Old Mountain Master before, and his methods were beyond description.
As for Chen Yutou, we had managed to escape last time by using his techniques. In a way, we had some connections with both of these figures.
Fat Ma felt a bit disappointed when Professor Sun said he couldn't disclose their fates, but soon perked up again because we all wanted to know who else was part of this team—those Panning for Gold and Dirt Scholars.
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