Chapter 2: Tomb Robbers

Tang San then mingled with a group of bandits, or more precisely, a group of tomb raiders. He did not find it particularly good, yet he did not feel that it was bad either, so he chose to stay. Moreover, wasn't it true that there was no way to escape?

Whether it is divine or not, one can only know by trying; the truth will be revealed the day after tomorrow

Tang San responded off-topic: "You speak quite eloquently, unlike a bandit"

The person finally could not hold back: "Why don't you ask us what we are going to do with you?"

How is it? Are you confident? Bai Yi sat in the rocking chair, holding an ancient thread-bound book from the late Qing Dynasty. His elegant demeanor made it difficult for one to associate him with tomb raiders or bandits

"Hey, big brother, this little thing is just like a dog, quite agile indeed." A coarse voice rang out, provoking a burst of laughter.

My name is Tang San Cheng, and you should remember it.

What does this mean? Tang He - Tu - Book San Cheng felt very annoyed; they were discussing an important matter related to themselves, yet they did not make it clear. A fire was burning in his nineteen-year-old chest: "What do you want me to do?"

"You can choose a grave, you understand the principles of feng shui, then you must be able to steal graves." Mr. Bai Mian recalled the first time he met this person named Tang San Cheng. He was passing through San Ya Village while searching for ancient tombs. At that time, Tang San Cheng was surrounded by a crowd, and he didn't even have a compass in his hand. He pointed to a certain location and confidently stated: "Facing south from the north. The emperor's position. Facing east from the west, a wealthy family, this is the spot!"

Tang San was forcibly shoved into a carriage, his eyes covered, and all he could hear was the howling wind and the buzzing voices of people nearby. The voices were faint, yet numerous, creating a continuous hum. Tang San curled up, feeling the chill of the night, and he was already shivering from the cold

After a night of confusion, Tang San Cheng basically understood that these were a group of people forced onto the Liangshan by the Kuomintang. Some of them were originally blacksmiths, some had run restaurants, and others were farmers. They were unwilling to engage in the banditry that oppressed the living, so they turned to the idea of the dead and took up the profession of tomb raiding. Bai Yi was originally a wealthy young master, reportedly having studied abroad. Not only was his family fortune swallowed by the Kuomintang, but they also fabricated a baseless charge against him, leading to the imprisonment of his entire family, with only Bai Yi managing to escape. This was all recounted by the middle-aged man who was carrying Tang San Cheng; his name was Ding Da Li, and true to his name, he was a strongman.

The blindfold was finally torn away, and at first, everything before him was hazy. Gradually, everything became clear. The first thing Tang San saw was the elegant gentleman standing in the center. Indeed, he was a gentleman, fair-skinned and handsome, resembling a teacher. The blindfold was in his hand, and at that moment, he was looking at Tang San with a profound expression.

All these men were looking at Bai Yi, until a faint smile appeared at the corner of Bai Yi's mouth. Finally, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. This kid actually dared to challenge Brother Bai, quite bold!

I promise. Tang San does not understand what it means to be a wise person who knows how to adapt to circumstances; he simply wants to survive

This fellow is quite interesting

It was as if a thunderclap had sounded in Tang San's mind; he had chosen graves for others, yet they were asking him to commit grave robbery! He stubbornly said, "I won't." He truly had never engaged in such activities.

The night after tomorrow, you and I will set off together. It would be best if you could be of use to hetushu.com, otherwise... Mr. Bai Mian suddenly found a flying knife in the palm of his hand. With a gentle flick of his right hand, the knife pierced straight into the center of the tree, leaving only the handle exposed. Tang San stood frozen in place, as if the knife had pierced his own heart, his legs trembling slightly.

There is. "For the sake of my life, it is essential to have it," Tang San pointed to his own stomach and said: "I am hungry"

"Good!" The scholarly young man gently patted his shoulder and said, "Remember my name, I am Bai Yi."

"Big brother, is this kid really as amazing as you say?" asked a man beside him, who was as sturdy as an iron tower.

After a night of rest, Tang San sorted out the situation. Bai Yi and the others had found a group of ancient tombs and even dug a hole to explore inside. To their surprise, many of the tombs were those of commoners, containing no treasures. Bai Yi believed that there must be a main burial chamber among them, but its location remained unknown. It was impractical to dig holes one by one to find it. What Tang San needed to do was to help them identify this main tomb.

A blanket was draped over Tang San's body. Tang San's upper and lower lips trembled as he said, "Thank you." No one responded, and Tang San asked again, "When will we arrive?"

Tang San was slender yet sturdy, and the burly man carrying him let out a shout: "Kid, you're quite heavy."

"It's simple, tomb raiding!" Mr. Whiteface said with a smile.

The leader fell silent, and Tang Sancheng once again found himself engulfed in darkness. He could only rely on his ears and nose to determine his surroundings: the carriage, the official road, and then the bumpy path. After traversing the bumpy path, the carriage finally came to a stop. Tang Sancheng was seized by a pair of strong arms and lifted onto someone's shoulder. His face flushed with embarrassment; at nineteen years old, being carried on someone's shoulder wounded his pride.