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After they agreed, I returned to my room, grabbed my clothes, and entered the bathroom.
I have a habit of being different from others; even when I'm alone in the room, I still close the door while showering. It just feels safer that way.
As I placed my clean clothes down and turned to open the showerhead, suddenly, I was enveloped in a scorching embrace.
I wanted to scream, but my lips were sealed, making it hard to breathe.
I desperately tried to hit his body, but his hard muscles made my hands sting. Still, he didn't let go.
Eventually, he kissed me enough before releasing me.
Now it was his turn to lean on my shoulder, breathing heavily in my ear as he whispered, "If that woman hadn't been here just now, I would have taken you."
"Are you crazy?"
After cursing him, I bit down on his shoulder fiercely until my teeth ached from the pressure before finally letting go.
I lifted my head and stared at him.
My gaze was somewhat hazy, and his face appeared a little blurred.
Why did he look so stern? If he were ugly, I would have let go long ago.
But his face was so stunningly sculpted that as a Face Connoisseur, I found it hard to breathe.
He stared at me, his dark eyes shining like stars, captivating and mesmerizing. When he smiled, it was devilishly charming. He rarely smiled, and the few times he did were always in front of me. Each time he smiled, I felt myself sinking deeper into an abyss.
"Have you seen enough?"
He had a knack for ruining the mood. I shot him an angry glare. "I've seen enough, you lunatic."
I struggled to push him away, but he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the wall.
"I’m the crazy one here. After being cooped up for months, how could I not be?"
"Why do you act like a thug?"
He leaned in and kissed me fiercely. "You haven't seen my more rogue side yet. Just wait."
The look on his face told me something was off. As I struggled, my back hit a switch on the wall.
Cold water poured down from above. I thought it might snap us out of this moment of pleasure.
To my surprise, he showed no signs of letting up, pushing forward relentlessly.
The water's temperature gradually increased; what started as icy cold transformed into warm, inviting water that heightened the atmosphere.
He was putting in the effort while I slowly began to relax and go along with him.
By the time he was satisfied, my weak limbs hung limply in his embrace.
He turned my face to force me to meet his gaze, like a young pup, pecking at my lips and gritting his teeth as he said, "If I didn’t have things to do today, I would definitely keep you in bed."
"Yes, yes, you’re amazing," I weakly echoed, not expecting that he would still be unsatisfied. His eyes fixed on me fiercely. "What? You think that’s not enough?"
I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. "How could I dare? It’s enough, absolutely enough."
I truly had no strength left; in the end, he had to help me put on my clothes.
Every time I managed to wear a piece, he would take the opportunity to tease me.
"Are you done yet?" I shot him a sideways glance.
"Never enough," he replied seriously, but it made me feel light-headed.
After all the commotion, it took a full hour before we made it downstairs.
"Yan Xi, you really are punctual; an hour is just an hour. Did you fall asleep while taking a shower?"
Hearing Mingyue's teasing words, I didn’t dare respond and quickly changed the subject. "Isn’t there someone who came later than me?"
The man from the Han Dynasty immediately answered, "Your master, he won't come with us, but he's waiting for us inside."
Damn, I silently cursed Mu Xuanche in my heart.
This man actually finished his meal and ran off, even coming up with a good excuse for himself. He didn't bother to help me out, leaving me in such an awkward situation.
Wang Kun urged us again. We exchanged glances and finally agreed to set off.
The people from the Cultural Heritage Bureau were so anxious; I couldn't help but wonder what was hidden inside the Tomb that made it absolutely necessary for us to go.
When we reached the entrance of the Tomb, Wang Kun pretended to be scared and begged us to let him off the hook.
I hadn't planned on bringing him in anyway to avoid trouble, so his own suggestion saved us the effort.
Once inside the cave, we all avoided the first trap based on yesterday's experience.
We arrived at the door I had discovered yesterday—the one I couldn't open by myself.
"Yan Xi, do you have any way to open this?" He Zhi Yong asked with a smile.
"Uncle He, don't tease me with such tricks. Are you going to open it or should I?" I asked him.
"Let the real men handle it," he replied.
After he replied, I understood his meaning.
I walked over to the wall to find the mechanism's button. After pressing it, I informed He Zhi Yong, who was responsible for turning the wheel. As long as the latch engaged with the groove, the door would open.
This task required not only courage but also careful attention, because if the wheel was not properly aligned, the flammable oil inside could spill out, and anyone turning the door would be in grave danger. He Zhi Yong had taken on the risk himself; being far away, I could still escape if something went wrong, but he had no chance of retreat.
With a click, everyone's nerves were on edge. We feared something might go wrong at that moment. Fortunately, that guy pushed open the door and turned around with a grin on his face, looking at us.
"Hey, you all look scared stiff! With such little skill, you think Grandpa He can't handle it?"
"Stop staring, let’s go," he called out. We cautiously stepped inside.
With He Zhi Yong, this seasoned veteran, there was no need for me to crack any mechanisms myself. I had mostly read about these things in books and lacked practical experience, so it was just right for me to follow behind He Zhi Yong and learn a thing or two.
I kept thinking about someone; now that we had come this far, why hadn’t they shown up yet?
Every time, he only shows up at the critical moment, and I really don't know what to make of him.
After taking a few steps, He Zhi Yong called for us to stop.
Was there some kind of trap ahead? I paused for a moment but couldn't figure it out; I had no idea what this Old Man was up to.
The big man, startled by He Zhi Yong's suddenness, anxiously asked him, "What's going on, Lao He? Are we going or not?"
He Zhi Yong remained silent, picked up a stone from the side, and threw it toward the center of the path.
With a loud bang, a burst of flames erupted, leaving everyone covered in dirt and ash.
He Zhi Yong was scolded by everyone, but surprisingly, he just laughed cheerfully. "Not at all! This is to teach you not to judge by appearances."
I was quite amazed by He Zhi Yong. Why hadn't I noticed this trap earlier? I decided to ask him.
"Uncle He, what kind of advanced trap is this?"
"My girl, it's just that you lack practical experience. This is actually very basic, but people often overlook it. It's simply a layer of wax oil ground into powder after being dried in the sun and spread over phosphorus powder. Just a little friction can cause it to explode."
"I've learned something new; thank you, Uncle He."
With the first crisis averted, we continued walking forward.
In this Qin State tomb, there weren't many burial items. Not surprisingly, there was a pit specifically for burying people, filled with white bones.
I don't know what happened, but these bones look so new.
Logically speaking, after a thousand years, these bones should be pitch black and unrecognizable; instead, they are just a bit dusty here.
In the center of the tomb chamber lies a massive black coffin.
It seems we have arrived at the main burial hall.
"This tomb chamber looks quite large, yet the coffin is rather ordinary," Mingyuezi complained from the side. I noticed this issue as well.
Given the scale of this tomb chamber, it should at least belong to someone of General Qin's status, but this coffin does not seem like one befitting a high-ranking official.
Mingyue and I approached it together, leaving the strong man to guard the side while He Zhiyong went to search for his precious burial goods.
The coffin lid had clearly been opened before; the seal on top was already missing.
Cautiously, Mingyue and I pushed open the coffin lid, revealing only a skeleton and some exquisite burial goods inside—nothing else.
"Yan Xi, look! The items are still here. It seems that it wasn't anyone from the Cultural Heritage Bureau who disturbed the coffin. The only ones who came in were Master and Senior Brother. Who do you think it was, Master or Senior Brother?"
I couldn't guess this right away. As I pressed my hand against the coffin to take a closer look, I felt an uneven texture beneath my fingers. Looking down, I saw that some markings had been carved into the side of the coffin.
I shone my flashlight on the surface above, trying to see clearly what it was.
Mingyue walked over and asked me, "Yan Xi, what are you looking at?"
"Look, Mingyue," I pointed to the words.
"These are the characters left by the master," Mingyue exclaimed.
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