Just as I was about to press for more details, Old Ghost frowned. "That person is tracking me by my scent. You two, hide for a moment, I'll lure him away."
As soon as Old Ghost finished speaking, he turned and ran towards Molu Village.
Zhang Dabiao and I exchanged a look, then also ran towards the nearby woods.
We didn't know who was chasing Old Ghost, and anyone who could injure him was likely no ordinary person.
We had barely hidden when we saw two people carrying a sedan chair without curtains or a roof speed past, disappearing from sight in an instant.
Watching the departing sedan chair, my expression was grim. The person sitting in it was none other than Old Li, who was always by Fang Huixin's side.
Could Old Li be the one who captured Sun Chuang's soul? Why would he do that?
Suppressing the jumble of thoughts in my mind, I emerged from the woods and hurried towards the old house on the west side of the village.
By the time we reached the old house on the west side of the village, the sky had already brightened considerably.
Fearing there might still be people inside, Zhang Dabiao and I deliberately took a detour. Instead of using the usual path, we went through waist-high weeds and then crept along the wall towards the main gate.
As we neared the gate, before we could even enter, we heard voices inside.
"Be careful, we can't afford to lose this treasure again. If it goes missing, none of us will get out alive."
The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
"Brother, this thing hasn't been lost! Why do we have to carry it around?"
"Exactly! This village is five or six li from here, and without a cart, my legs are already weak from the journey."
The last person to speak was immediately angered.
"You know nothing! Do as Old Li says! Stop talking nonsense. I'm telling you, if this job is done right, our money will be paid in full. Otherwise, even if we die, we won't rest. Hurry up and dig."
"Sigh..."
While they were talking, I cautiously peeked inside. I saw seven or eight people digging a pit, with tools scattered all over the ground.
One of them, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, occasionally scanned his surroundings with a resentful expression. Sudannovel.com
"Wang Jun? How could it be him?"
I was somewhat surprised. Why was he here? What also struck me as odd was the coffin beside him, painted with red oil paint, looking very festive. Had he found another ancient corpse?
I knew that Qingfeng Mountain had many tombs, but it wasn't to the point where one could dig up ancient corpses just anywhere. After all, ancient corpses weren't like cabbage grown in the ground; you couldn't dig up as many as you wanted.
From ancient times to the present, wherever the mountains and rivers were beautiful, people were buried there. However, places where complete skeletons could be preserved were extremely rare.
It wasn't that the deceased didn't want their bodies preserved, but rather because time, that executioner, made it almost impossible to preserve them intact.
Moreover, to prevent grave robbers, countless mechanisms were set up in the tombs. Some tomb owners, for added security, even installed Western glass fires in their main burial chambers. As soon as a grave robber dared to touch the corpse, it would result in mutual destruction.
Seeing my silence for a long time, Zhang Dabiao asked, "What do we do now?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait and see what else they say."
A moment later, Wang Jun's voice rang out again. "If this job goes well this time, I'll take you guys to find those two bastards and get back the money they cheated us out of. It'll all be yours."
As soon as Wang Jun finished speaking, the others perked up, all saying their boss had a great idea.
Although he didn't name names, I knew the two "bastards" he was referring to were definitely Sun Chuang and me.
When I was examining the skeletal remains for Sui Wan'er, Sun Chuang insisted on taking Wang Jun and his group's one million yuan. When Fang Huixin determined there was something wrong with Sui Wan'er's remains, although I gritted my teeth and insisted there was no problem, it also made Wang Jun suspicious.
I thought Wang Jun would forget about it because he was busy looking for ancient corpses. Now it seemed he not only hadn't forgotten but was constantly remembering it.
I had some reservations about whether to confront Wang Jun, but now it seemed that even if I didn't want to cause trouble for him, he would seek me out.
Since that was the case, I wouldn't be blamed for being impolite.
Zhang Dabiao said he could handle the three people standing outside the pit, and I could deal with the remaining two. I nodded, indicating it was fine.
"Three, two, one."
"Attack!"
Zhang Dabiao was incredibly fast. With a stomp of his foot, he leaped forward like a tiger descending from a mountain and kicked Wang Jun squarely in the shoulder, sending him rolling into the pit unprepared.
The other men helping to dig were stunned for a moment, then grabbed their tools and attacked Zhang Dabiao.
Zhang Dabiao was quick. With a flick of his mountain-splitting saber, the back of the blade struck the neck of a grave digger, instantly felling him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I raised my club from another direction and smashed it hard against the heads of the two men behind them.
Without a sound, both men were knocked unconscious.
Then, Zhang Dabiao and I untied their belts, bound them with pig hoof buckles, and stuffed their smelly socks into their mouths.
I circled the coffin, feeling a sense of curiosity.
"Brother Zhang, what do you think is inside?"
Zhang Dabiao, panting, replied, "How would I know? If you want to know what's inside, just open it and see."
As he spoke, he prepared to act.
Just then, Wang Jun, who had been knocked unconscious, woke up. Seeing it was Zhang Dabiao and me, he started to make muffled sounds.
I walked over and kicked him. "What are you yelling about? You were just plotting against me, and now I've gotten the better of you. Let's see what you're up to here?"
As I was about to help Zhang Dabiao open the coffin, Wang Jun suddenly spoke.
"Kid, don't open it. Absolutely don't open it."
I turned to look at Wang Jun with surprise, wondering how he managed to spit out the sock.
"You say don't open it, and I shouldn't open it? What do you take me for?"
I didn't really take Wang Jun, who was no longer a threat, seriously, but I slowed my movements, waiting for him to beg for mercy.
Seeing that I had stopped, Wang Jun visibly relaxed. "Kid, how did you find this place?"
"I should be asking you that. You're raising coffins and sending off the dead at dawn. Have you been up to some shady business?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jun's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "The business we're in is indeed shady. Kid, we didn't have much of a feud to begin with. Now that you've tied us up, are you planning to fight us to the death?"
I couldn't help but laugh at this.
"Oh, really? There wasn't much of a feud to begin with, but I just heard you say you wanted to kill me, so I decided to strike first. Besides, you've already dug your own grave, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't act?"