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Gu Chen's words instantly darkened our expressions, and we had no doubts about what he said.
However, the few police officers responsible for watching us scoffed at him. One of the younger ones couldn't help but mockingly say, "I didn't know you had so much knowledge, old man. Always talking nonsense."
Another officer shot Gu Chen an exasperated glance and impatiently remarked, "Why bother with him? He's just a quack. You guys keep an eye on them; I'm going to check what's in that coffin."
"Sure, go ahead," the first officer replied.
The second officer nodded and then ran up the mountain.
Watching his hurried figure, Gu Chen couldn't help but glance at him and snorted, "Truly clueless."
The younger officer chuckled but fell silent afterward.
Curious, I turned to Gu Chen and asked, "Master, what did you mean by that?"
Zhou Zhen replied, "It’s simple: someone is going to die."
I frowned slightly; it was clear that Zhou Zhen had also noticed something.
Gu Chen nodded, his tone serious as he said, "Did you notice when they dug up the coffin? A cloud of black mist suddenly floated into the air from that spot."
I shook my head; I hadn't paid attention to that detail.
Gu Chen didn't elaborate further but pointed at the coffin that had already been brought out. "You see how it's covered in dirt, yet the wood remains pitch black? Do you know why that is?"
"What reason?" I shook my head again, looking puzzled.
Gu Chen calmly said, "The Yin Qi gathers and does not disperse, condensing around the coffin, as if this coffin were placed in a refrigerator. This way, it can be preserved for a long time. Coupled with some special treatments done during the burial, it would be strange if it had decayed."
Although he spoke in detail, I still felt confused. Just then, the police officer who had just run over came back.
The other officers quickly approached him to ask what he had found.
He said, somewhat shocked and excited, "You wouldn't believe it. When the coffin was opened, it was truly terrifying."
"How terrifying? What was inside?" The officers were instantly filled with strong curiosity.
Our gazes shifted over as we listened intently. When the coffin was opened earlier, Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen had been looking in that direction.
However, due to the distance and our lower position, we couldn't see what was inside the coffin at all.
Seeing that he had piqued everyone's curiosity, the officer finally felt satisfied and continued, "A Dried Corpse—a complete Dried Corpse. The body hasn't decayed at all; even the skin is tightly adhered to the bones."
"What? Isn't that supposed to smell?" one person exclaimed.
"No," the officer waved his hand dismissively. "Not only does it not smell, but even more surprisingly, this Dried Corpse is actually that of a general, still wearing a full set of armor."
"Wow! Did those experts figure out which Dynasty it belonged to?"
"Not yet. However, those experts said they would have it transported back first and study it thoroughly tonight."
"Wow, an ancient general! This must have significant research value."
"Isn't it? Those experts are absolutely thrilled right now. Not only have they unearthed this Dried Corpse, but there's also a long sword next to it, likely made of Bronze. I bet it's quite valuable for collectors."
"Damn, we might really strike it rich this time. If they found a general in an auxiliary tomb, then surely there must be an emperor in the main tomb."
The police officer's seemingly casual remark caused everyone to pause for a moment, staring at him in disbelief.
Even Zhou Zhen and Gu Chen couldn't help but frown slightly at his words.
"A general, a long sword, a Bronze sword," Gu Chen's frown deepened.
"Master, what are you thinking?" I couldn't help but ask with a slight furrow of my brow.
Zhou Zhen replied, "Senior Gu, do you also suspect that the main tomb contains an emperor?"
Gu Chen shook his head. "Whether it's an emperor or not is still too early to conclude, but it certainly won't be an ordinary Nobility."
Zhou Zhen nodded in agreement. "Senior Gu is right. How could an ordinary Nobility have a general's tomb beside them?"
"I guess this general was guarding the person in the main tomb," I ventured to guess.
To my surprise, both Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen acknowledged my statement with slight nods. "Exactly. But I'm just wondering which Dynasty this tomb belongs to—Shang Zhou or Qin-Han."
"Shang Zhou, Qin-Han."
Although my education wasn't extensive, I had learned some history and remembered that during the Shang Zhou and Qin-Han periods, Bronze artifacts were indeed at their peak, with most weapons made of Bronze.
He couldn't help but nod slightly.
However, the police officers, after hearing our conversation, seemed to find it amusing. One of them said, "You guys are really getting into this discussion, as if you actually know what you're talking about. If you really understood all that, you'd be experts by now."
"Hey."
Upon hearing this, Gu Chen didn't bother to retort; he simply sighed and said helplessly, "I know you won't listen to me, but I have to say it again: either burn that Dried Corpse right now or seal it in a coffin and bury it as is. Otherwise, many people might die later."
"You're just spreading nonsense. If this were decades ago, you'd be locked up for life for saying things like that."
No matter how much Gu Chen tried to reason with them, the police officers refused to listen. I sighed inwardly as well; ignoring the advice of the wise would lead to regret when the consequences became apparent.
Soon enough, under the so-called experts' suggestions, the Dried Corpse was taken away and placed in a makeshift shed for further study.
The Bronze Sword was also brought over. As it passed by us, we took a close look at it. Its color was a dull grayish-yellow, covered in a dense layer of copper tarnish, and it appeared somewhat faded.
But one thing was certain: it was indeed a Bronze Sword.
Gu Chen examined it even more closely. After they left, he confidently stated, "It seems this ancient tomb should belong to the Qin-Han dynasties, with a higher likelihood of being from the Han period."
"Senior Gu, what did you notice?" Zhou Zhen asked with a frown.
I was curious as well and turned my gaze toward Gu Chen. How could he determine the dynasty of this tomb just from a rusty Bronze Sword?
Gu Chen nodded slightly and explained, "If it were from the Shang-Zhou period, that Bronze Sword would be about fifty to sixty centimeters long. However, during the Qin-Han period, Bronze Swords were significantly longer, reaching up to eighty centimeters or even more. Didn't you notice the length of that Bronze Sword just now?"
I, along with Zhou Zhen, couldn't help but nod in agreement. Judging by the length of the Bronze Sword we had just seen, which was indeed around eighty centimeters, it was clear that this sword dated back to the Qin-Han dynasties.
Since the sword belonged to the Qin-Han period, there was no need to elaborate on the identity of the person buried in this tomb.
However, it was precisely this Dried Corpse and a rusted Bronze Sword that had witnessed an incredibly bizarre event tonight, resulting in the loss of dozens of lives.
Among the deceased were several police officers and a few workers responsible for excavating the tomb, including two Archaeologists.
Their deaths were nothing short of horrific, sending chills down one's spine.
Without exception, they had all met their end by having their heads severed by a sharp weapon. Their heads rolled on the ground, eyes wide open in shock, while their bodies lay nearby.
Even in death, one could still see the deep fear and panic etched on their faces—expressions filled with disbelief and horror.
What was even more unsettling was that the Dried Corpse, along with the rusted Bronze Sword, had mysteriously vanished without a trace.
Chapter Two delivered; Fourth Brother is formidable.
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