When Uncle Mei started to cry, I quickly stood in front of him, afraid that Wang Zhanggui and his gang would see Uncle Mei's distressed state and become suspicious of us.

After all, tomb raiders are ruthless. If Uncle Mei and I were exposed, we would probably be buried alive in this tunnel.

Fortunately, Uncle Mei adjusted quickly. While I was covering for him, he quietly wiped away his tears, carefully put the ticket in his close-fitting pocket, and quickly returned to normal.

At this time, one of the goons walked over, lay down on the cot, picked up Little Mei's clothes, glanced at them, put them under his nose, and said lewdly, "These look like a young woman's clothes, and they smell pretty good! Do you think this White-Clad Fairy might be a little girl of seventeen or eighteen?"

My face immediately turned ugly, and I subconsciously wanted to snatch Little Mei's clothes back.

Fortunately, Uncle Mei was more composed than me and quickly grabbed me, shaking his head at me.

Soon, another goon snatched Little Mei's clothes, sniffed them carefully, and nodded, "They really do have a fragrance. Looking at the style of these clothes, they do seem like they're worn by a young girl. That White-Clad Fairy shouldn't be too old."

Wang Zhanggui said coldly, "Bullshit! What young girl! Look at the fairy's flying knife skills. Without twenty or thirty years of accumulation, it's impossible to develop that kind of accuracy! I bet that woman is at least forty, if not fifty. She wears these kinds of clothes to look young."

The goon lying on the bed saw Wang Zhanggui coming over, quickly scrambled up, spread Little Mei's coat on the bed, and said respectfully to Wang Zhanggui, "Boss, you've worked hard. Come and lie down for a while."

Wang Zhanggui snorted coldly and did not lie down, but sat on the bed.

He didn't touch Little Mei's clothes either, just glanced at them.

After sitting down, he called to Mr. Liao, who was not far away, "Mr. Liao, you've had a hard journey driving the corpses. Sit down and rest for a while, too. Let's catch our breath and get back on the road."

But after saying this, Mr. Liao didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard Wang Zhanggui.

This made me feel a little strange, after all, Mr. Liao had always been a very polite person and would never ignore someone like that.

Out of curiosity, I looked back and saw Mr. Liao standing upright in the tomb chamber, his arms carrying a bamboo pole, supporting the remains of the tomb owner.

The expression on his face was wooden, as if he was in a daze.

When the tomb owner was first dug out, his body was still plump, but now, due to oxidation, his body had become shriveled, like a withered eggplant, and his eyes, bulging out of their sockets, stared blankly ahead, unspeakably eerie.

I only glanced at it before quickly turning my head away, not daring to look again. This scene was too terrifying, even more frightening than the plots in horror movies.

Wang Zhanggui called Mr. Liao twice more, but when he saw that Mr. Liao was still standing there like a wooden chicken and ignoring him, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, and immediately stood up and said, "This is not a place to stay for long, let's go quickly, don't rest, let's get out of here first!"

After that, he had Little Liu and Flathead, two of the goons, lead the way, and one by one, they left the tomb chamber and climbed out along the tunnel.

Uncle Mei, Hong Jie, and I were still at the back of the line.

When the tomb robbers had all gone out, I looked back at the bed and saw Little Mei's coat still lying there.

I thought about it and couldn't bear to leave her clothes in this bottomless underground place. After all, it was still her thing, so I walked over, grabbed the clothes, and stuffed them into my backpack.

Before putting them in, I couldn't help but lower my head and smell them. There was indeed a trace of Little Mei's scent left on the clothes, a faint floral fragrance.

As a result, this scene was seen by Hong Jie, who was walking in front of me. She looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "Rongsheng, I didn't expect you to be so disgusting, liking to smell young girls' clothes. If I had known you had this hobby, I would have given you a few pieces of my clothing to treasure. Don't worry, they're all close-fitting and original, and you can definitely smell them to your heart's content!"

I didn't dare to explain, for fear that Hong Jie would become suspicious if I did, so I could only bite the bullet and say, "Then it's a deal. Give me a few pieces when we get out."

Hong Jie giggled and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely remember. I really didn't expect you to be so clean-cut, but you actually have this kind of preference. You can never judge a book by its cover."

My face turned red with what she said, and it was really hard to argue.

After leaving this "dormitory," we began to crawl forward along the tunnel again. This feeling was not pleasant. If you want to experience it for yourself, you can try crawling on the ground. I guarantee that you will be crying for your parents after crawling less than a hundred steps.

While crawling forward, besides thinking about Little Mei's affairs, I was also constantly pondering about one person in my heart—that was Mr. Liao.

Mr. Liao's mental state was obviously a little abnormal just now, with his inexplicable strange laughter and his indifference to Wang Zhanggui. I felt that his whole person seemed to have changed completely when he was driving the corpses.

Could it be that he was affected by the ancient Shu King?

Just as I was pondering about this matter, Hong Jie, who was in front of me, also said in a low voice, "Rongsheng, why do I feel like Mr. Liao has been possessed since he drove the corpses?"

"I think so too!" I said immediately. "I think he's absent-minded. He didn't even pay attention to what the boss was saying to him."

"And that ancient Shu King is so scary. Carrying such an old corpse around is a sin..." Hong Jie complained in a low voice, "I'm afraid that the ancient Shu King will rise up at any time and bite us all to death... Rongsheng, are you afraid?"

I was indeed a little scared in my heart. It was impossible not to be afraid in this situation.

But in order to appease Hong Jie's emotions, I still said, "No, Hong Jie, the chances of that are very slim. After all, reality isn't like a movie. There aren't that many gods and ghosts. How could a corpse rise up?"

As soon as I finished speaking, that eerie laughter came from the front again.

"Giggle... giggle..."

It was Mr. Liao's strange laughter again! This sound was particularly loud in this narrow tunnel, reaching everyone's ears!

Hong Jie was really scared and screamed "Ah!" She didn't dare to crawl forward anymore, turned around, hugged my neck, and shouted, "Rongsheng, I'm scared! Hold me! Hold me tight!"

She was scared, and I was scared too. My hands were trembling.

The goons beside Mr. Liao were also freaked out by his laughter, and immediately, regardless of his honorable status, couldn't help but scold, "Mr. Liao, are you done yet? It's dark and you suddenly laugh. Are you trying to scare someone? Isn't that a bit too much?"