After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1225 - 589 Si Fuqing Takes Action 2nd Update_2
Chapter 1225: 589 Si Fuqing Takes Action [2nd Update]_2
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Chapter 1225: 589 Si Fuqing Takes Action [2nd Update]_2
There was no time for a response; the young man hung up the phone and had his team members send over several pictures.
These depicted the periphery of the tomb, but traces from a millennium ago were visible, engraved with the insignia of the JIANG family army.
Archaeologists could naturally determine at a glance whether they were real or fake.
At first, they thought it was just someone’s idea of a prank but, upon seeing the pictures, they were thoroughly shaken.
The entire cultural relics appraisal office was thrown into chaos.
Such a major incident could only be
Gu Huiyan leaped up in fury, “Those damn tomb raiders, quick, figure out what place this is! Contact the Thousand Army Alliance and rush over there at once! They must not succeed!”
Money was a minor issue; to protect the cultural heritage, he would borrow money to retrieve the relics, even if it cost several billion.
But if JAING Zhaoyue’s tomb was desecrated, that would be an irrecoverable loss.
Gu Huiyan was angrier than he had ever been before.
That was JAING Zhaoyue, who had devoted her life to Great Xia!
How dare they think of robbing the graves of the JIANG family who died as loyal martyrs!
“We’re checking,” the staff member replied in a frenzy, with an anxious voice, “President, the satellite signal disappeared in North State, we can’t pinpoint the exact location.”
“North State?” Gu Huiyan frowned, “Based on the degree of weathering on the stones in the picture, and vegetation… Changping Mountain! It’s at Changping Mountain!”
His spirits lifted and he contacted the Thousand Army Alliance as he walked out.
It seemed that since the three aristocratic families and four major alliances hadn’t been active for so long, everyone thought they could do as they pleased in Great Xia!
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Meanwhile, the young man had already led a team of men through the passageway.
They descended into the tunnel, proceeding with extreme caution.
“Boss, why does this tomb seem so shabby?” someone complained. “Isn’t she the Nation’s Heroine? With ‘Nation’ in her title, she can’t possibly have no burial objects, can she?”
They had raided the tombs of earls and dukes in the Western Continent before, where the entrance alone was laden with gold and jewels.
This was the first time they encountered such a destitute tomb—completely empty.
“It must be inside,” the young man remained calm, “If it were outside, it would have been discovered long ago. How would it be our turn?”
They continued further in.
But this time, they hadn’t advanced far before the candle in their hands suddenly went out.
At the same moment, an invisible barrier seemed to block their way.
“What’s going on here!” the young man fumed, “Could there be some array set by a Master of Yin-Yang here?”
Masters of Yin-Yang were nothing more than rumors.
If such bizarre Yin-Yang techniques that could move mountains and overturn seas really existed, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?
At best there were only some knowledgeable Masters of Feng-Shui and monks.
Patiently, the young man groped the rocky walls around him until he finally found a breakthrough.
And at this very moment, Grandfather Ji finally arrived.
He shouted, “Stop right there!”
The Yin-Yang techniques activated!
“Bang!”
The young man was sent flying backward, crashing into the rock wall ten meters away.
Grandfather Ji stepped forward, his eyes reddening: “Who are you?!”
The young man lay on the ground, pinned down by Grandfather Ji, unable to speak and, in his panic, he instinctively lashed out with the rope in his hand;
to his shock and delight, the rope actually ensnared Grandfather Ji. The other mercenaries were equally astonished.
Someone blurted out, “Boss, that person is a god, anticipating someone would block us and giving us this rope in advance.”
Supported by two team members, the young man stood up and sneered: “It doesn’t matter who I am, old man. I’d advise you to mind your own business; that person might want your head,” he said, pulling at the rope, dragging Grandfather Ji along.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
The compass suddenly started to vibrate intensely.
The young man was overjoyed: “Right here, quick, dig a small hole!”
That person had said that even a mere touch could disrupt the dragon vein.
Grandfather Ji was both shocked and furious: “You dare!”
But no matter what the rope was made of, he couldn’t break free.
The supernatural regulatory agency’s logbook had recorded so many supernatural events, but none like this had ever occurred.
Grandfather Ji was desperate.
Had he not been in the habit of observing the stars by night, no one would have known that someone was targeting Changping Mountain.
But in the end, it was too late.
“Why wouldn’t we dare?” The young man turned back and sneered disdainfully, “You think you’re so capable? Just you wait, there are plenty of good things in this tomb. I’ll share some with you later as compensation.”
Although he said this, he was still uneasy.
Fortunately, when he accepted the task, that person had also provided him with a weapon; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to do anything to the enigmatic old man.
Now it was different.
He was the one in control.
From the toolbox, the young man took out a small shovel, his hands trembling with excitement, and he aimed it at the spot indicated by the compass.
“Bang!”
An immense force hit him, and he was thrown to the ground once again.
The other mercenaries instantly became alert, their weapons aimed at the mouth of the cave: “Who’s there?!”
In the flickering light, a girl walked in slowly, her hands holding several mercenaries who had been guarding outside.
With a “thud,” she threw them all to the ground.
The young man, pale with shock, also raised his gun and shouted fiercely, “Come any closer, and I’ll blow you away! This gun is the most advanced weapon given to me by that person!”
Si Fuqing raised her head, her gaze serene and indifferent, her voice without warmth, “What gun?”
“Of course, the one in my hand—,” the young man stopped abruptly.
“Bang!”
A loud explosion, and the gun in his hand suddenly burst open.
“Clatter!”
“Clatter, clatter.”
In an instant, the mercenaries’ guns turned into scrap metal, falling to the ground, shattered.
