Chapter 1, Arson and Murder

The Wild Fox rarely comes to the "scene" in person, but today the situation is somewhat special. The three individuals accompanying him are all team leaders who usually operate independently under his command. At this moment, the key members have gathered together to take action themselves, which clearly demonstrates the Wild Fox's emphasis on this particular business deal

Moreover, Wu Pingdong is different from religious fanatics; he does not care for applause or reputation for the sake of his beliefs, ultimately departing in a silent and unnoticed manner.

The bald man smiled awkwardly and said: "It's been about ten years. I've heard all sorts of sounds while tomb raiding. I'm not afraid of anything now except for police sirens, but I've never heard anyone reciting poetry outside a cave before. It feels quite strange."

The mad fox barely managed to shake off the force of the kick from the wandering monk, desperately controlling his center of gravity and body balance, a reflex instinctive to martial artists in combat. He took a step back, but suddenly lost his footing and vanished from the ground. A half-voice of a shout echoed from beneath: "—This traitor!"

He is a friend and also an elder whom I respect. You only need to answer, how is Mr. Wu doing now

The mad fox clearly realized that this ancient sword might soon deteriorate after being unearthed, and immediately sealed it. From his tone, it seemed there was a way to keep it as good as new. The wandering monk curiously inquired, "Fox Master, what does it mean to seal with yin energy? What is the method of re-nurturing the blade and opening its spiritual light?"

Such subtle differences cannot be discerned from a stationary position, and even the farmers who cultivate this land find it difficult to notice them. The wild fox and the itinerant traveler have some corn ears, straw, and corn leaves at their feet, which they collected from nearby fields after observing anomalies from a distance on the high ground for comparison.

On a dark and eerie night, someone ran into the cornfield to dig holes for what purpose? There is only one explanation— they are grave robbers

You have been in this line of work for so long, yet you still have such a small heart

You Fang is the only outsider, and this is his first time joining the group. However, his identity is quite special; he is the "Master of Eyes" for this gang. It was he who led the tomb raiders to this location. The role of the Master of Eyes within the group is to locate ancient tombs buried deep underground, assess the age and scale of the tombs, evaluate the value of the burial items, analyze the layout of the burial chamber, and determine the orientation of the burial passage. He is also responsible for devising the optimal excavation routes and plans.

No one could be seen around, but there was a flickering light and white smoke emanating from the thief's hole. Cat Er instinctively sensed something was amiss. At that moment, a sharp sound of wind came from behind him. He leaped forward, attempting to jump over the thief's hole to evade the ambush from behind

You Fang is only twenty-one years old this year. It is his first time truly applying "theory to practice," deciphering the feng shui of ancient tombs, and also his first time using the streetwise tactics he has known since childhood to set traps that lead others into dire situations. He feels very nervous, as if a hand is reaching into his chest, gripping his heart, and the flow of blood throughout his body is nearly coming to a standstill, making it even difficult for him to take deep breaths

After nightfall today, he personally witnessed the bald man using an improved traditional Luoyang shovel to dig a slender deep hole with a diameter of approximately fifteen centimeters from the designated location, reaching just the edge of the gravel layer. He then placed powerful explosives into the hole. As expected of a demolition expert, the control was quite good; when detonated, there was only a muffled sound of "puff," and the passerby ten meters away only felt a slight tremor of the ground.

The mad fox admonished: "What’s the big deal? In 2003, Chengdu discovered nine tombs of Ming Dynasty eunuchs, all of considerable scale. Moreover, Tomb No. 3 has never been entered, and it is said that the more than ten pieces of ancient porcelain inside are in excellent condition. The most beautiful is a 47-centimeter tall blue-and-white porcelain jar from the Jiajing period, along with three authentic Xuande bronze censers. ... Alas, I just received the news too late! ... There were eunuchs everywhere during the Ming Dynasty, many of whom were wealthy and powerful. Wasn't Zheng He a eunuch? ... Alas, I just received the news too late! ... There were eunuchs everywhere during the Ming Dynasty, many of whom were wealthy and powerful. Wasn't Zheng He a eunuch? He even went to the Western seas!"

When Mo Zhengjin presented him with this compass, he also said: "Xiao Fang, although you are not a child of the Mo family, your uncle has always cared for you since you were young. Now that you are going out to make your way in the world, I will give you this compass. In the future, if you encounter any difficulties, it will still be a useful tool for you."

The Crazy Fox nodded repeatedly: "You are absolutely right. In the past, I specialized in Han and Tang tombs, dealing primarily with jade, bronze, and pottery. In recent years, the foreign devils have caused quite a stir, and with the prices of Ming and Qing porcelain skyrocketing, I have no choice but to keep up with the times"

From the perspective of residential environment studies, the aforementioned statement is not without merit. The anomalies in the compass needle indicate local magnetic field irregularities or instability, which may suggest the presence of factors detrimental to human well-being. If one were to walk around near high-voltage power lines while holding a compass, various irregular movements of the needle would be observed, confirming that the area is indeed unsuitable for habitation

The bald man grinned and said: "Only the bone fragments are left, at least it's from before the Republic era. It seems he was buried under the gravel layer and did not break through the tomb... Almost everything he carried has decayed, leaving only this sword and this jade tablet." As he spoke, he handed over the two items.

The mad fox was momentarily stunned; he had just considered various possibilities, such as the idea that You Fang was hired by an enemy to eliminate him, or that he harbored malicious intentions to monopolize the treasures of the underground tomb. He never expected You Fang to utter such a righteous statement, which even made him feel amused. After a few more seconds, he finally said: "You Fang, your way of doing things is not in line with the police's style"

The mad fox nodded: "You are quite accurate; the results of the excavation are indeed the same." Then he pointed to the river in the distance: "As for feng shui, I understand a bit about it as well. That river flows too straight and too swiftly, violating the principle of the 'Chongxin Sha.' This location is not a feng shui treasure site. What is your opinion, Mr. You?"

The eerie mountains and fields are not quiet, for there is wind. This wind sweeps through the dense cornfields, blowing in just the right amount—not too much, not too little—enough to lift the corners of clothing, pressing against the skin and slipping inside the garments, causing a chill in the muggy early autumn air.

The wind around seems to have grown stronger, rustling the corn leaves with a swishing sound; the clouds in the sky appear to have thickened, leaving only a faint white spot of the moon; the night seems to have darkened further, with various fluctuating phantoms dancing before my eyes, even when I close them—this is a phenomenon of hallucination in the darkness

He threw the cat into the thief's hole without any hesitation or pause in his movements, tossing in all the scattered corn stalks, cobs, and miscellaneous items around him. Then he lit two detonators tied with explosives and threw them down as well—those were leftovers from the big bald man's previous operation to blow up the thief's hole.

As for the final resting place of Old Wu, since the Mad Fox did not mention it, it is likely to remain a mystery forever, just like the burial places of the Mad Fox and his companions. Who, apart from the itinerant wanderers, would know?

The discovery of bones outside the burial coffin indicates one thing—this place has been visited by tomb raiders! Either the buried body was dragged out and discarded by the tomb raiders in order to search for the burial goods within the coffin, or the tomb raiders died below due to reasons such as tunnel collapse, suffocation, injury, or being betrayed by their accomplices

In modern cities, it is unlikely that most people will build their own houses; they typically purchase developed commercial properties. When visiting properties, it may be beneficial to bring a compass. If an abnormality in the magnetic needle is detected, it is advisable to investigate the cause and analyze whether the impact can be mitigated. If the cause remains unclear, it is best not to proceed with the purchase. This is merely common sense and does not necessarily imply that people are required to follow traditional methods of feng shui.

Upon reaching the vicinity of Wangwei Village and after half a month of on-site investigation, You Fang and others indeed discovered a deeply hidden large tomb within this cornfield. Judging by the specifications of the tomb and its burial depth, the items inside are undoubtedly of considerable value

The person known as Kuanghu is very composed in his actions, though he sometimes enjoys showing off and likes to hear compliments. He immediately nodded and said: "Let's learn from each other; don't always keep your feng shui secrets to yourself. There are plenty of benefits to hanging out with me. ... ... Although a master of divination generally does not need to go into the tombs, it is best to practice courage and broaden one's experience. How about we go down today? ... ... It's nothing to worry about; it's just dead people, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Although a master of divination generally does not need to go into the tombs, it is best to practice courage and broaden one's experience. How about we go down today? ... ... It's nothing to worry about; it's just dead people, there's nothing to be afraid of!

Mo Zhengjin returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age when he was already quite advanced in years. His son, Mo Yan, had been away from home for years, mingling in the underworld. In his old age, feeling lonely, he found some comfort in having a grandson learn feng shui at his knees. He particularly favored his sister's grandson, Youfang. Lured by candies, snacks, small toys, and pocket money, Youfang had memorized the feng shui classics such as "Zhai Jing," "Zang Jing," "Han Long Jing," and "Yu Chi Jing" since he was little.

This is the sound of gunfire, unlike the sharp crack often heard in movies; it resembles the sudden burst of a compressed balloon, emanating from the pit with a somewhat muffled tone. The mad fox concealed a handgun on his person, but he did not have time to draw it during the earlier scuffle. Now, seizing the opportunity to speak, he attempts to gauge the general location of You Fang and fires several shots in quick succession, but unfortunately, all of them miss.

The heart of the mad fox seemed to sink deep into the ground along the thief's tunnel. The Wu Lao mentioned by Youfang indeed died at his hands; back then, the mad fox had no choice but to kill. Greedy individuals can be bought with money, and lustful ones can be tempted with desire. However, there is a type of person who is the most difficult to deal with; they act solely for a belief, disregarding both profit and life and death. Wu Pingdong is such a person.

There are many with the surname Wu, which one are you referring to? The mad fox was finally somewhat exasperated, almost driven to madness by this inexplicable young man

On the fourth day, the needle turns endlessly. Here, grievances remain unbroken, and in residence, it harms others

You Fang remained silent, pocketing the compass and taking the cigarette. Without waiting for the other party to come closer to light his cigarette, he had already pulled out a windproof lighter to light it for himself. The other person smiled silently and also lit a cigarette.

You Fang coldly shouted, "Does Lord Fox believe in this as well?"

He walked back to the fork in the road and continued along another path. In the distance, the crowing of roosters and the mooing of cattle could be heard. There were few travelers on the road, as it was the time just before dawn when most people were in deep sleep. The light was still dim, casting a hazy glow on the road ahead.

Engaging in the illicit activities of tomb raiding requires one to have a physique that is not too heavy, as the tunnels cannot be excavated too spaciously, and the underground spaces of most tombs are quite limited. In recent years, the bald man has rarely entered the tunnels himself; he usually stays at the entrance like today's mad fox, ready to inventory the spoils.

On both sides of the connection between the short burial passage and the main burial chamber, there are simple side chambers. It appears that there is no passage between the side chambers and the main burial chamber; instead, two small burial chambers, each extending 1 zhang and 2 chi in depth, have been constructed laterally. These are generally used to house the coffins of accompanying burial goods or concubines. This Ming tomb is already quite large and is a rare find in the community.

This layer of pebbles is much more effective for theft prevention than quicksand. Over time, the sand layer buried underground absorbs moisture and organic matter, becoming sticky and gradually losing its fluidity, whereas small pebbles do not. Once someone digs through this layer, it is not only difficult to excavate but also prone to collapse, potentially burying the intruder inside. Pebbles can be sourced locally, as they can be found on the nearby riverbank. This is an effective and simple solution, demonstrating the cleverness of the grave owner

On the seventh day, the needle is placed to the side, avoiding the midline. Breaking this place, the altar of the earth god and the ancient temple, is difficult for ordinary people to endure

Recalling the past, Youfang subconsciously used his hand to adjust the dial, concealing the trembling of the magnetic needle, and calmly raised his eyes to gaze at the cornfield before him

The disheveled man had already uprooted the corn stalks around the entrance and moved them aside. As the smoke cleared, he expanded the entrance of the tunnel into an inverted conical shape, then descended with his tools. This action seemed peculiar, but the bald man explained with a smile that it was to cover the entrance after their success and restore the surface to its original state

The term "spirit" in the context of a compass, as understood by traditional feng shui masters, refers to "sensitive and effective response," while the itinerant interpretation is that the magnetic needle is highly sensitive. The magnetic needle in the celestial pool of the feng shui compass is not equivalent to an ordinary compass; it is even more sensitive than a military-grade compass, capable of detecting various subtle geomagnetic changes

Immediately following, the sounds became faint and inaudible, as Youfang brought a heavy object from the ridge to block the entrance of the theft hole, as if isolating the realms of yin and yang. It was a circular manhole cover, made of dense and thick cast iron, which they had conveniently stolen on their way here, intended for sealing the theft hole after completing their task.

Starting from the late Yuan Dynasty, the imperial court established official kilns in Jingdezhen, specifically for the production of porcelain for the imperial palace and for books. Beginning in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, the officials responsible for overseeing the production at the Jingdezhen official kilns were eunuchs. The concentration of power in the hands of eunuchs was a significant malignancy in Ming Dynasty politics. Among the various eunuchs who served as supervisors of the kilns, there were certainly those who were corrupt and cruel, but there were also individuals who achieved notable accomplishments during their tenure

The large bald man turned and dove into the thief's hole. After a short while, he emerged with a pile of soil, which was mixed with pebbles the size of walnuts, representing the original earth layer that had encased the sword underground. The mad fox, as if performing a magic trick, took out a wooden box from beside him, wrapped the short sword along with its scabbard in a piece of yellow silk, and then buried it with soil before sealing it in the box

However, he must remain calm; at this moment, he absolutely cannot show any signs of weakness. The group that came with him is not composed of innocent individuals. The four—Crazy Fox, Big Baldy, Depressed Guy, and Cat Two—are all desperate fugitives with blood on their hands. More than one person who posed a threat to them has mysteriously disappeared, with no trace of their existence left behind.

The mad fox not only practiced martial arts but also personally killed someone; he is not an ordinary petty thief. Such a person not only reacts quickly but also possesses a keen intuition. When he spoke, an inexplicable tension gripped his heart, and he felt that the wandering presence behind him had become somewhat too quiet. There seemed to be a dangerous aura in the wind, prompting him to immediately spin around on the spot

After confirming the existence of a burial site underground and its potential for looting, it is also necessary to assess the distribution structure of the tombs to determine from which direction to begin the excavation. Considerations must include how long it will take and what methods can be employed to access the burial chamber. The approach must be precise, swift, and discreet. Since wealthy families in ancient times would invariably hire geomancers to select the burial site and orientation, the looter must also be well-versed in geomancy.

In the night breeze, You Fang softly recited poetry, and the bald man, feeling inexplicably chilled, said: "Mr. You, please stop reciting; I can't shake the feeling of unease in my heart"

The construction drawing created by Youfang was initiated five meters behind the main chamber, excavating downward at a sixty-degree angle, extending approximately eight meters in length and reaching a depth of about seven and a half meters. At this point, transitioning to a horizontal direction would precisely encounter the layer of pebbles. Beyond the pebble layer lies the rear wall of the main burial chamber—the most vulnerable point of the Ming Dynasty brick tomb—where it is possible to enter the chamber by chiseling through just two or three layers of bricks.

When practicing martial arts, one should not grip the fist too tightly; the strength must flow through to the fingertips. In my youth, I specifically trained my finger strength. I remember often playing a game with my cousin, the son of my third uncle, named Mo Zhang. The game involved grabbing a pebble about the size of a bowl, throwing it up, and then closing my fingers into a claw to catch it as it fell. According to my cousin, this is a method of practicing the Eagle Claw technique.

For those who are not knowledgeable in the field, regardless of whether what you say is true or false, they will always be somewhat skeptical. In contrast, experts possess their own experiences and judgments; if you merely point them to what they wish to see, they will inevitably become involved. Achieving this requires a prerequisite condition: your level must be higher than that of the other party, and your methods must be more refined.

The bald man had a face resembling a pig's kidney, and when he smiled, crow's feet formed at the corners of his eyes, giving him the appearance of a simple, honest farmer, seemingly harmless. However, Youfang was well aware that the bald man was the most ruthless member of the gang. More than one accomplice who had been in contact with outsiders, labeled as "traitors," had disappeared at his hands, leaving no trace behind.

Although it was said so, You Fang still accepted this Yang Gong compass. Around the time of the 2008 Olympic Games, You Fang had once set up a stall at the Panjiayuan Antique Market in Beijing. The owner of the antique shop and many of the customers who passed by had expressed interest in purchasing this compass from him, offering quite a substantial price.

The wandering monk replied calmly: "Indeed, Master Fox is quite the expert. The Ming tombs in this area generally do not exceed six meters in depth, but the location we are standing on has experienced multiple flash floods during the Qing Dynasty, as recorded in local chronicles. The sediment layers washed down from the mountains are quite thick."

After a few seconds, Kuanghu finally spoke: "You, with the surname You, have truly underestimated me! But I do not understand; I have treated you well, so what offense have I committed? Which faction do you belong to?" The other party stood guard at the entrance of the cave, and at this moment, discussing anything else was pointless; it was crucial to clarify his origins first

Although it may seem like mere formalities, it is also heartfelt, and You Fang can discern this. This fugitive possesses both a ruthless side and a chivalrous side; otherwise, he would not have attained his current status in the underworld. If You Fang were genuinely willing to cooperate with him, Kuang Hu would not be stingy.

The village is devoid of light, and even the sound of dogs barking is inaudible in the wind. National Highway 104 runs alongside the cornfields, with the nearest stopping point for travelers being over three hundred meters away. There are few vehicles at night, and those that do pass by are mostly heavily loaded trucks, resembling steel monsters with wide-open eyes racing through the darkness.

The voice of Youfang was somewhat elusive in the wind: "Fox Lord, although we have not known each other for long, I am well aware of who you are. I also know the details about Old Wu. If he falls into your hands, can he escape? It is only to blame your dirty hands and feet that I have seen the relics left by Old Wu."

Five days of needle throwing, floating and sinking unpredictably. It is concluded that there is a hidden grave in this place, which may provoke disputes.

The mad fox exclaimed: "Is it really that dangerous? Did the geomancer who set the burial site for this tomb owner five hundred years ago not foresee the changes that would occur five hundred years later?"

Certainly, this refers to a truly qualified feng shui compass, which is not to be confused with the poorly made replicas available in the free market for twenty yuan. Strangely, the longer the compass is used by feng shui masters in various terrains, the more sensitive the magnetic needle seems to become, to the point of being somewhat uncanny, and even Mr. Wu could not discern the reason behind it

You Fang also cast a glance at it; the jade tablet was approximately 5 centimeters long and 3 centimeters wide. Its white texture was exceptionally lustrous, and under the illumination, the surface faintly shimmered with a layer of pale yellow light. The carved patterns were remarkably smooth and exquisite. Due to the adherence of sand and soil, the details were not entirely clear, and the surface seemed to have a faint misty layer of dirt.

The mad fox said with a mocking tone: "What foreign discovery? Our ancestors in this line mastered it a thousand years ago. Mr. You, although you are well-versed in feng shui, you still have much to learn in this area. Since ancient times, searching for the remains of ancestral graves has emphasized 'observing green seedlings in spring, listening to thunder in summer, inspecting withered water in autumn, and appreciating snow in winter.' ... If it's about examining vegetation, there's no need to wait for the corn to mature; regardless of the type of field, the best time to test the land is in spring when the green seedlings sprout. You haven't heard of this, have you?"

The exceptional skill of the mad fox is extremely valuable; if Mr. Wu were to learn of it, he would undoubtedly spare no expense to seek guidance, as it represents a method of preserving historical heritage

You Fang did not leave immediately; instead, he picked up a military shovel next to the cave entrance and carefully scooped up the loose soil nearby to fill in the trumpet-shaped opening above the well cover. He then carefully replanted the corn stalks, which were still attached to their roots, back into place. These had been set aside intentionally before they began digging the tunnel, and the shape of the roots was intact, allowing them to be reassembled to their original state. Finally, he used the tips of his shoes to smooth out the gaps in the soil, leaving almost no trace behind

The mad fox said with a hint of pride: "This sword was once a weapon of slaughter, possessing great spirit, but it has been sealed away by negative energy for too long. Despite its well-preserved condition, if it were to be taken out and exposed to positive energy, it would soon decay. Fortunately, it encountered me; I will temporarily seal it, and upon returning, I will spend some effort to re-cultivate and awaken its blade so that it can see the light of day again. It is still a talismanic weapon against evil."

Tonight, Big Bald and the Depressed will take turns digging holes and transporting the items from the tomb chamber. Another member of the gang, Cat Two, is on lookout in a light truck parked discreetly by the national highway, pretending to be stranded overnight. If anything seems amiss on the other side of the road, he will promptly signal to alert the others

Uncertain whether the mad fox heard it, his expression changed. He then sheathed his sword and said to the bald man, "You go down the hole and bring back a layer of soil from the original place, quickly!"

Youfang could not help but admire and said: "Master Fox is a great expert; I must learn from you more in the future"

In formal archaeological excavations, the excavation team typically locates the entrance to the tomb and then carefully opens the stone seal to enter, taking time to meticulously clear the area. In contrast, if it is a brazen act of looting, they may dig deeply and recklessly, even using explosives to uncover the site, as they are not concerned about being exposed. However, illicit excavations that cannot withstand scrutiny are not permissible; otherwise, before the items in the tomb can be retrieved, the police will arrive to apprehend the perpetrators.

According to the direction set by the wanderer, deviating one meter to the left from the centerline of the tomb chamber allows one to perfectly avoid the obstruction of the coffin placed against the wall, thus enabling a calm and unimpeded access to the entire space of the tomb chamber

Fifteen minutes later, the bald man and the disheveled fellow went down one after the other. The enthusiastic fox was in high spirits, resembling a general surveying the battlefield after a victory. Looking around, he remarked: "Since ancient times, geomancy has emphasized the energy of the earth. This energy is truly remarkable; a grand tomb buried so deep can still influence the growth of corn on the surface."

He wore a sports cap, with an elastic band wrapped around the brim. A small flashlight, slightly thicker than a finger and approximately fifteen centimeters long, was inserted at the right side of his forehead. Although the flashlight was small, it emitted a strong beam of light, which shone directly downwards without dispersing around, perfectly illuminating a compass he held in his hands. His hands appeared steady, yet the magnetic needle in the center of the compass, marked "Heavenly Pool," was trembling slightly and rapidly.

You Fang has already taken action, and there is no reason to let them go. Either he will eliminate them or call the police. For the mad fox at this moment, if You Fang truly seals the entrance and then calls the police, at least there is a possibility that the police could arrive before they suffocate to death, leaving a slim chance of survival in the hands of the police. This is the last opportunity You Fang has given him

The cornfield has returned to its original state, as if the likes of Kuanghu, Daguangtou, Tuizi, and Maoer had never appeared. Nothing happened tonight! Youfang half-squatted in the field, holding a military shovel as a support, gasping heavily, wanting to vomit but unable to bring anything up.

After meeting Mr. Wu, You Fang gained a deeper understanding of feng shui, yet he became even more skeptical of the strange and bizarre theories. However, the erudite Mr. Wu was quite interested in these mystical doctrines and had long desired to conduct systematic research on them. Upon seeing the Yang Gong compass in You Fang's hand, and hearing that it had once been used by the renowned feng shui and architectural master Lei Faxuan during the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, he was utterly captivated and borrowed it under the pretext of research, playing with it many times.

The Yang Gong disc in Youfang's hand has a history of nearly four hundred years, crafted by the old brand of the Wang family from Xiuning at the end of the Ming Dynasty. It was given to him by his fifth uncle, Mo Zhengjin, three years ago when he left his hometown to venture to Beijing. The circular rotating disc in the square plate is made of hard mountain walnut wood, which was originally pure white but has now turned a yellowish hue. The surface has a layer of fatty infiltration that has deeply penetrated the wood grain.

You Fang straightforwardly refused: "General exchanges and discussions are fine, but I cannot break my vow to pass on the secrets of my teachings to you." His current identity is akin to that of an undercover agent infiltrating this group. A skilled undercover agent does not simply obey everything the leader says; rather, all of their actions must align with the identity they are pretending to have. At appropriate times, they should also challenge the leader, as this is a principle of the martial arts world.

Old Wu is very fond of this compass and is willing to spend a considerable amount of money to buy it, but he has always felt too shy to speak up. Youfang has long noticed this. The relationship between him and Old Wu is quite special; he has even considered finding an opportunity to greet Uncle Wu and present the compass to him.

Later, Uncle Mo Zhengxin discovered that Mo Zhang was playing this kind of game with You Fang. He gave his son a beating and told You Fang that martial arts should not be practiced so foolishly. Engaging in such activities might develop brute strength, but it would definitely harm the tendons and bones. Uncle Mo taught him a method of standing meditation to cultivate energy and a technique of virtual grasping to condense strength. Only after the strength was developed could one practice with real objects. Mo Zhang practiced in this manner as well, and he had a special medicinal solution to wash his hands, removing old skin and calluses, making his hands appear like those of an ordinary person.

After three months of planning, when the moment arrived, You Fang hesitated and found it hard to make a decision. "Old Wu, if you are watching from above, could you tell me what I should do?" As this thought arose, the magnetic needle in the compass strangely stopped its up-and-down movement, yet continued to sway left and right. You Fang gently adjusted his breathing, his expression one of complete numbness.

Cat Er felt a sudden numbness throughout his body and let out a startled cry. Then, his feet left the ground as someone grabbed him by the ankle and lifted him upside down, his head plunging into the thief's hole. The smoke and flames from the hole rushed towards him, and instinctively, Cat Er covered his eyes with his hands. He collided with someone through a burning piece of clothing, and together they tumbled down into the depths of the earth

Youfang's movements were even faster than his, launching an attack from behind. With both hands outstretched, he seized the soft ribs on either side of Cat Er. Youfang's hands were quite ordinary, not particularly delicate, but the joints were not thick and showed no obvious signs of having been trained. However, this grip was incredibly strong, like iron hooks.

No wonder many tomb raiding sites have deep holes, yet there is little visible disturbance on the surface. It turns out this is how it is done, truly both convenient and efficient

However, on this night, You Fang felt a bit anxious; anyone in such an environment would inevitably have wandering thoughts. Observing the trembling state of the magnetic needle in the compass, it resembled both the "Tang Needle" and the "Tuo Needle" from the Eight Methods of the Strange Needle. If the compass could speak, it would seem to be telling You Fang: "There are tombs beneath this place, and dangerous events will occur."

Youfang is also unclear about the true name of the other party, only knowing that his surname is Li. This person is nicknamed "Crazy Fox" in the underground antique scene of Beijing, and is referred to as "Master Fox". If one were to see him during the day, they would find that this person has a very proper appearance, with both his face and hands well-maintained, resembling a small boss living a comfortable life

Since the beginning of the new century, a wave of collecting has surged across the land of China, which has also triggered a frenzy of tomb raiding within the country. This phenomenon has led to the popularity of tomb-raiding literature online. Most ancient tombs that are easily discovered in the wild have likely been looted, leaving only those that are well-hidden or have gone unnoticed by people. Consequently, it has become increasingly difficult to find tombs that are rich in treasures.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the corn stalks, having parted them. The person had been nearby all along, almost undetectable in the shadows when still. He walked over to You Fang's side, casually glancing at the compass, and handed over a cigarette, saying: "Mr. You, have a smoke to relieve your fatigue; this kind of work can get quite boring over time"

Yufang certainly understands these principles, as his old friend Mr. Wu had explained them to him in detail. However, he has never taken the chaotic theories of supernatural forces mixed into traditional Feng Shui seriously. Whether it was his hometown's Uncle Mo Wu presenting Feng Shui secrets with great seriousness, or Mr. Wu from Beijing introducing them as background knowledge, Yufang has always regarded them merely as stories.

The legends of the supernatural are undoubtedly unreliable, yet the art of heart mapping is not entirely devoid of substance. Many masters of geomancy, who have deeply studied geography and landforms, have touched upon the rudimentary aspects of heart mapping. For instance, when traveling, one may experience a fleeting illusion where the soil beneath their feet seems to layer away, the distant river retreats in segments, and the mountains and rivers around are eroded and then gradually refilled, slowly restoring the topography of five hundred years ago. For instance, when traveling, one may experience a fleeting illusion where the soil beneath their feet seems to layer away, the distant river retreats in segments, and the mountains and rivers around are eroded and then gradually refilled, slowly restoring the topography of five hundred years ago.

The profits and hidden tricks of this industry chain mainly lie in the intermediary transfer stage; those who truly make substantial profits are not the thieves digging in the ground.

You Fang spoke calmly and eloquently: "Since ancient times, the principles of geography and land assessment, also known as Feng Shui, must recognize that the flow of wind and water is ever-changing, and the origins and developments must emphasize the word 'vivid.' To the average person, the earth appears static and unchanging; however, this is not the case. A Feng Shui master should observe the changes in mountains and waters since ancient times from their standing point, and even predict the movements of the earth's energy for hundreds of years into the future"

However, You Fang himself did not come for the purpose of tomb raiding. His fifth uncle had strictly forbidden him from participating in such activities while teaching him feng shui, warning him that once he broke this rule, the consequences would be endless. Today was a trap set by You Fang; he spent three months creating a scheme to lure this gang to find him, convincing them that there was a tomb of a significant figure from the Ming Dynasty in this location, accompanied by a large quantity of precious ancient porcelain.

The mad fox gritted his teeth and said: "He has already left, why do you need to come looking for me?"

Although these are buried deep underground, Youfang has drawn a very clear sketch based on the results of the covert exploration conducted a few days ago, indicating how the bald man can enter the site in the quickest and most convenient manner, as well as what items are likely to be found in various directions after entering.

The bald man muttered, "How did the eunuch end up here? It's over two hundred miles from the capital."

In his heart, Youfang felt a twinge of reluctance and struggle; he was somewhat uncertain whether he would truly be able to take action after a while. Perhaps in a different setting, he could have befriended this person, but in this moment and place, it was destined to end in regret

It is truly a coincidence that the implications of the Eight Methods of the Mysterious Needle perfectly align with the current situation! There is indeed a burial site beneath this place, and it is a relatively large ancient tomb. However, Youfang has another purpose for coming here; if he achieves his goal, those who accompany him will be in grave danger. If his plan fails, then he himself will be the one in peril, with a high probability of losing his life without a trace, and even his body may never be found.

Although Youfang has learned various geomantic techniques that have existed since ancient times, he does not believe in the superstitions associated with traditional geomancy. As a child who received modern education up to high school graduation, it is quite normal for him to hold such views. His aspiration is not to become a geomancer; he merely respects his great-uncle and regarded learning geomancy in his childhood as a form of play.

The riverbed in front has shifted, bending over three hundred meters towards our standing direction from five hundred years ago, thus forming the current layout of Chongxinsha. The course of the river from back then has only retained its 'water mouth' position, which is located between the two small hills downstream. The water mouth can be used to determine the ancient orientation. This tomb was constructed according to the feng shui principles of five hundred years ago, at a time when the topography and landforms were different from those of today.

The man is approximately twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with sparse hair and a pale complexion. He speaks little, and is both short and thin, yet his arms and legs are muscular. He is wearing a one-piece tight-fitting suit commonly referred to as a "rat suit," which features various pockets and straps for carrying different tools. On his head, he wears a helmet-style mining lamp, and on his face, he has a simple gas mask used by painters.

Do not say that the mad fox cannot understand; even the itinerant who speaks casually does not truly grasp the essence of the Heart Plate Technique, having only heard it mentioned by Uncle Mo Wu. It is said to be the supreme secret of ancient geomancers in surveying geography. Mastering the Heart Plate Technique requires two fundamental prerequisites: first, one must be thoroughly familiar with the variations of various feng shui formations; second, one must be able to enter a so-called "Heaven and Man Induction" state in order to operate the "Heart Plate"

You Fang slowly said: "In his sixties, with half of his hair turned white, wearing glasses, having a square face, deep forehead lines, a mole next to his right earlobe, and about the same height as me... I can't possibly forget him. That blue-and-white vase with entwined plum blossoms in your hand, it must have come from him, right?"

After the tomb, which had been isolated from the outside world for centuries, was opened, tomb raiders generally would not enter immediately, as the interior might be low in oxygen or filled with toxic gases, a process colloquially known as venting the negative energy. The group led by Kuanghu brought a simple air-blowing device, which consisted of a foldable airbag connected to a long tube that extended into the tomb. By continuously inflating and deflating the airbag, they could expel the air from the tomb through the opening, thereby saving time

Passing by a village, a general casually threw his shovel into the ridge between the fields. This shovel is of excellent quality and will be picked up by nearby farmers at dawn to take home.

It is said that once one truly masters the art of the heart chart, one can even manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for personal use, achieving incredible feats such as attracting good fortune and avoiding misfortune, promoting health and longevity, and summoning spirits, which sounds quite mystical and is akin to a form of cultivation

Although the big bald man has a robust physique, his movements are quite agile. Not only does he possess brute strength, but he is also very skilled with his hands. He is a locally born and bred demolition expert. Before following the mad fox to "do business," he set off explosives in a stone quarry in the countryside. The theft tunnel today was blasted out by the big bald man.

Uncle Wu shook his head, his goatee trembling, and his gaze carried a hint of an old hand's wisdom: "Young man, one must not speak too soon; one must understand that the affairs of the world are unpredictable. As you are a successor of the eight major sects of the Jianghu, it is possible that one day you will have to rely on this to cross the threshold. Do not underestimate it; back in the day, I traveled far and wide with it and even appeared on a television program in Hong Kong, enjoying quite a bit of fame."

Smoking in such a way that the glow of the cigarette is not visible from a distance, despite the absence of anyone nearby, the tomb raiders instinctively remain cautious; this has become a professional habit, and they unconsciously adopt this posture even when smoking casually. Youfang has been with this group of tomb raiders for a month and has noticed that they have a strong addiction to smoking, with their palms and the pads of their thumbs stained yellow, which is an unusual characteristic.

From turning around to lunging forward to initiate the attack, the movements flowed seamlessly like a stream of water. The combat experience of the mad fox is quite rich, accompanied by a half-voiced shout: "You—"

The human body is both sensitive and dull to magnetic fields. Sensitivity refers to the fact that a person's physiological and mental state is constantly influenced by these fields, and this influence accumulates to a certain extent, leading to noticeable consequences without one being aware of it. Dullness means that people do not intuitively perceive these changes, and even when serious consequences arise, they may not consider this aspect as a cause.

What a progressive statement! You Fang let out a chuckle, leaving it unclear whether it was a compliment or a criticism

The diameter of the tunnel is approximately fifty to sixty centimeters wide, sloping down at a sixty-degree angle, allowing only one person to pass through. One can also stand by spreading their legs against the tunnel walls. From the sounds, it seems that the Wild Fox did not fall straight to the bottom of the tunnel, but rather stopped in the middle of it. Everything became calm again as You Fang landed and listened cautiously to the sounds around him, while the heavy panting of the Wild Fox echoed in the tunnel.

It is advisable to keep a compass at home. If you notice unusual movements of the magnetic needle during certain periods, it is necessary to investigate the cause, such as proximity to metal objects or the influence of household appliances when they are activated. If the cause is unknown and the movements are frequent and pronounced, it is best to avoid the area, as it may indicate that something has occurred that has altered the living environment

Is that collector who claims to be surnamed Kong? He really puts on a good act. If it weren't for the sudden downfall of Scholar Du from the south, I wouldn't have doubted his background. After I exposed him, he admitted everything; it seems he was just looking for trouble. The person is clearly a bald-headed man... What do you want?" Having reached this point in the conversation, Kuanghu was ready to go all out.

Generally, influential leaders within the organization rarely personally engage in minor tomb raiding activities. They often disguise themselves as antique dealers or collectors. The specific tasks are delegated to trusted foremen who recruit workers to carry them out. The leader is only responsible for receiving the goods and paying according to their quality, while the foreman distributes the payments to the workers. In case of any issues, they can easily claim that the goods were sourced from the market and that they are unaware of their origins.

You Fang did not smoke before, but after joining this gang, he quickly learned to do so. Lighting a cigarette during moments of mental stress became a way to relieve his emotions, and his smoking posture was identical to that of the person beside him

The smoke was inhaled into the lungs and then slowly exhaled through the nostrils. You Fang felt a significant easing of his emotions. After extinguishing the cigarette, the two did not discard it carelessly, but instead tucked the cigarette butt into their pockets. Kuang Hu looked ahead and seemed to be speaking to himself: "Mr. You is certain that this is a grand tomb from the Ming Dynasty, which seems a bit deep. The probe I personally inserted last night indicated that the top of the tomb is below seven meters."

This grand tomb is located more than seven meters underground, measuring approximately two zhang and seven chi in length according to the Ming Dynasty measurements. The orientation of the tomb is not due south, but rather towards the Kunshan Dingwei direction, which is 120 degrees from the magnetic north (between 41.5 degrees and 43.5 degrees west of magnetic south). The main burial chamber is connected to a short passageway, resembling a large ladle inverted underground. The "handle" of the ladle refers to the passageway connected to the tomb entrance, while the opposite end of the passageway is where the sacrificial altar is set up within the tomb. The domed "bottom" of the ladle is the main burial chamber where the coffin is placed behind the altar.

Third Uncle Mo Zhengxin was once a traveling performer, and his martial arts skills were passed down through the family. Most of the skills he acquired while wandering were learned from his younger cousin. He did not practice anything deliberately; it was all in the spirit of play. Having strong muscles and bones is also essential for surviving in the world of wandering performers. According to Third Uncle, there is nothing profound about it; it is merely some basic farming techniques.

However, the Mad Fox was still a step behind. After throwing a punch, You Fang did not dodge or evade, and with a lunge, he clasped his hands onto the Mad Fox's right arm, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing his body to unexpectedly rise into the air. The Mad Fox's upper body bent down, his left foot kicked into empty space, while at the same time, You Fang, in mid-air, kicked out with his right foot, striking directly at the Mad Fox's left forearm.

Ten kilometers away, Youfang parked by the roadside and threw a pile of items into a garbage heap. These were the belongings of Kuanghu and his associates, including clothes and various documents prepared for their crime. The wallets of several individuals were left with only cash, as even the credit cards were discarded. After dousing the pile with gasoline and igniting it, flames rose as he had already turned his car around and headed north.

Without even raising his head, Youfang replied: "Cut off the lineage and leave no descendants."

The dawn breaks over Chicheng, adorned in spring brocade, as the sun rises, casting auspicious light over the purple sea

The mad fox continued to sigh: "A solid professional foundation is very important. For instance, with this tomb, I find it quite difficult to pinpoint the exact location. If all else fails, I can only resort to directly uncovering the top."

Four letters of wealth blaze day and night, who recognizes the minister standing alone in the ice

The man is approximately in his early thirties, dressed in a dark-colored, form-fitting jumpsuit adorned with variously shaped pockets all over. His physique is robust, and the wind clings the fabric to his body, revealing strong yet unexaggerated muscle contours, suggesting a vigorous explosiveness. He is a skilled individual who has practiced martial arts for several years, making him not easy to deal with.

On the eighth day, the needle is correct, returning to a state of balance and smoothness. There are no unusual signs in this place; adjustments should be made as deemed appropriate

The wandering monk shook his head and said: "Observing the mountains and rivers five hundred years into the future is far more challenging than examining the feng shui of five hundred years ago. After all, the past has already occurred and cannot be changed, while the future is full of uncertainties. The feng shui and fortune at the time of burial are of utmost importance; after one hundred and eighty years of the cyclical return of fortunes, the influence of ancient graves on future generations has already diminished significantly. ... ... Ultimately, these are all nonsense."

The leaders of some small groups often personally take on the role of team leader, leading their associates in the frontline of excavation efforts

There are always those who arrive first among peers, and it is not uncommon for valuable items to be left behind in tombs. In ancient times, tomb raiders typically only took gold, silver, and jewels, often leaving behind large ceramic pieces that were cumbersome to carry, difficult to convert into cash, and likely to reveal their origins. In those days, there were no auction houses like Christie's inflating the prices of Ming and Qing porcelain, nor was there anyone like Ma Weidu on central television to entice people. However, modern tomb raiders present a different scenario, and individuals like Kuanghu are specifically targeting the ancient porcelain within the tombs.

According to the burial customs of the Ming Dynasty, the tomb entrance is sealed with stone, making it difficult to open. The tomb's roof is constructed with blue bricks, using a mixture of white lime and glutinous rice paste containing vermilion. The scale of this tomb suggests that there are at least seven rows and seven columns of blue bricks. Surprisingly, there are also anti-theft measures in place; a layer of fine pebbles, each the size of a walnut and over one foot thick, is laid on the roof and around the tomb.

Do you understand some feng shui? Kuanghu is being too modest! As the leader of such a tomb-raiding gang, it is impossible not to possess various skills, including knowledge of feng shui. Kuanghu is definitely an expert; he could easily make a living as a feng shui master.

On the second day, the floating needle is lifted at the tip. At this place, the Yin spirit is welcomed at the door, and one must show respect and caution

The mad fox tried to soften his tone, as this person had quite a good temperament, still able to smile at this moment: "That may be true. If you were really a police officer, you wouldn't be acting alone. Either you would catch someone red-handed afterward, or you would set a trap on the spot. What exactly is your background? If you only want the items in this tomb, then fine, they are all yours. Just let me go today, and I promise not to pursue the matter afterward."

In the dark of night, looking up, not a single star can be seen in the sky, and one can only barely discern the position of the moon. Above, in the sky, there is a faint white haze, with a blurred edge. The moonlight filtering through the clouds fails to illuminate the nearby scenery; all that can be seen is the vague outline of distant ridges and the horizon.

The history of eunuchs in China spans several thousand years, but the power and influence of eunuchs during the Ming Dynasty reached its peak. Unlike the Qing Dynasty, the eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty were notorious for their interference in state affairs. Their activities were not confined to the imperial palace and the capital; they were also dispatched to various regions to serve as governors and supervisors, wielding significant military and political authority and overseeing local officials

One day, the needle wavers unpredictably. This indicates that there are strange and hidden dangers in this place, and residing here will lead to calamity

Those engaged in this line of work may be audacious, yet their every action is marked by habitual considerations. For instance, in a cemetery, one would not suddenly turn around; if there is a sound behind, one would swiftly step and pivot on the toes, with the upper body above the hips remaining almost still, executing the movement with remarkable agility

Big Baldy slapped his forehead: "Mr. You didn't mention it, and I almost forgot. Today we are digging a eunuch's grave, and it's a high-ranking eunuch!"

You Fang shook his head and said: "The mystery of the Heart Plate Technique lies in the manipulation of the earth's energy, and it has nothing to do with tomb raiding. I only have a superficial understanding of it, and I cannot claim to have mastered it at all." It is important to be humble when necessary; boasting too much only makes one seem more genuine. In fact, You Fang's "humility" is already quite exaggerated; he merely understands some concepts of the Heart Plate Technique and has not even scratched the surface.

The corn has already tasselled and is plump, but it is not yet fully mature. If one were to break open a kernel, they would find that the corn grains are still soft and oozing with juice. The stalks and broad leaves sway and rub against each other in the wind, producing strange rustling sounds from all directions, as if countless shadows are approaching in the darkness

After answering these questions, Youfang smiled and continued, "Many people cannot understand why the theft holes in the wild can be so precise, as if they had seen the burial of the tomb owner hundreds of years ago. Generally, archaeological excavations only explore the tomb itself, but they do not realize that the profession of tomb raiding involves investigating the geological layers of the nearby mountains and rivers, calculating before taking action, and not merely digging around the tomb. Master Hu is also an expert in this field; I don't need to explain further, do I?"

"Boss, Mr. You! This pit has been tampered with; someone died down there!" Suddenly, someone in the front spoke in a low, rough voice. A burly figure appeared as if it had emerged from the ground, parting the corn leaves and standing just one meter away. At the same time, another shadow two meters away suddenly stood up, then dove down and disappeared.

You Fang sighed again: "I did not come here to rob graves; I won't touch anything down there! To be honest with you, I am considering whether I should report this to the police or not"

The voice of the mad fox paused for a moment, and then suddenly became high-pitched and piercing, as if someone had grabbed his neck: "So it was for him! What is your relationship with him?"

All of the above can be clearly verified, but there are also "legends" that are not recorded in formal historical materials. For example, where was Zhu Yuanzuo from? Where was he buried after his death? What were the specifications of his burial? "It is said that" Zhu Yuanzuo was from Wangwei Village in Hebei, and the nearest village to this location was already called Wangwei Village during the Ming Dynasty.

You Fang had already moved to a shooting blind spot behind the theft hole. He took off his sportswear, pulled out a lighter, and tossed it into the theft hole after igniting it. This outer garment had been soaked in some chemical solution, igniting fiercely and emitting a pungent white smoke, quickly transforming into a fireball after being lit

You Fang certainly would not sell it, no matter the price. It would be a joke if a disciple of the martial arts world were to sell a family heirloom compass for money. Such an act would be too shameful for You Fang, and it would also betray the good intentions of his uncle. As for the title of "Disciple of the Eight Great Sects of the Jianghu," You Fang has never taken it seriously. Since childhood, he has heard many tales and techniques of the Jianghu from the elders in his hometown, but he regarded them merely as stories for a curious child.

The explosion of the tunnel reached the edge of the gravel layer. How to proceed next was a matter for the bald man and the dejected one, as those in this line of work each have their own unique skills. Since they were prepared, they should be able to pass through the gravel layer without causing a collapse; the task of the wanderer was merely to guide the way. When the bald man took over from the resting dejected one and entered the tunnel, passing through the gravel layer to reach the outer wall of the main burial chamber, he unexpectedly discovered a skeleton there, prompting him to hurry back to report the news

The mad fox could only grit its teeth, tense its entire body slightly bending forward, interlace its palms and raise its arms upward to absorb the force, taking a step back to dissipate the opponent's strength. The second kick from the wandering figure struck the mad fox's palm, with the momentum of both the forward thrust and the downward motion concentrated at that point, resulting in another powerful collision. The mad fox retracted its arms and bent at the waist, retreating two steps.

In the realm of Feng Shui, there have been secret teachings passed down through masters since ancient times, which outsiders cannot easily hear. Moreover, these skills serve as a reliance for the itinerant practitioners and the mad fox in their future "long-term cooperation," making it normal not to impart them. According to the rules of the trade, the demands made by the mad fox are excessive.

In summary, one must master knowledge in various fields such as archaeology, geology, history, folklore, intelligence analysis, and traditional feng shui in order to become an outstanding expert in this domain. With such knowledge, why resort to tomb raiding? It can only be said that it is driven by profit, as inflated greed leads many to trample upon everything.

The windproof lighter emitted a faint blue flame, and when lighting a cigarette, the person cupped their hands around it. Their smoking posture was quite unique; while most people hold a cigarette between their index and middle fingers, seasoned smokers often have the outer sides of the first joints of these two fingers stained yellow from smoke. However, this person held the cigarette between their index and thumb in an inverted manner, concealing the lit end in the palm of their hand, with the other three fingers slightly curled and the palm facing towards their chest

A profound sadness washed over him, so heavy that it was almost unbearable. Although he already understood the situation, hearing it spoken aloud by Kuanghu was still somewhat difficult for Youfang to bear. He suppressed the urge to cry and asked as calmly as he could: "Where is the old man's body? Just tell me the location, and after I seal the entrance, I can consider calling the police. You might still have a chance to save your life."

The only sound in my ears is the echo of footsteps, and stepping on the asphalt always feels jarring. I have never realized before that the sound of my own footsteps could be so heavy, yet amidst the heaviness, there is a hint of lightness. It carries both a thudding sound and a rustling echo, creating a rather strange sensation

In the eyes of those familiar with combat, one glance at Youfang's action of sinking his body and retracting his legs reveals that the opponent's next move will be a direct kick. Kuanghu almost instinctively takes a step forward, raising his left foot to stomp down and block the opponent's right foot, while bending his left arm to protect his chest and throat, and thrusting his right fist straight towards the opponent's face

This must be an illusion; it is the first time in my life that I have committed murder and arson. Even though I executed it cleanly and beautifully, remaining calm throughout, the shock and impact within me are indescribable. I know that the mad fox is not dead yet, at least not at this moment. Before sealing the well cover, a faint voice from the half-collapsed pit reached me: "You, surnamed You, I will not let you go even if I turn into a vengeful spirit!"

According to Mr. Wu Pingdong, traditional feng shui masters believe that the compass's sensing of "earth energy" encompasses not only geomagnetism but also the changes in yin and yang, the five elements, and the subtle psychological and spiritual responses of individuals in different environments. As for the superstitious elements in these claims, modern people can only listen to them with a degree of skepticism

Now I believe, you must believe too... If there were no retribution in this world, how could I die at your hands? This was what Youfang heard as the last words of the Mad Fox, and then he had tightly secured the well cover. After everything calmed down, the voice of the Mad Fox seemed to linger in his ears, as annoying as a mosquito that cannot be driven away

Modern individuals face the most daunting challenge in obtaining certifications due to the overwhelming amount of information available. However, a convenient technological means has emerged: online searching. One might discover seemingly insignificant clues hidden in some corner of the internet. The researcher also conducted online searches and found numerous historical materials and folk legends that contain fragments of information about ancient ceramics and governance, which, when pieced together, align perfectly with what was stated by the itinerant scholar

The bald man interjected, "Even if it's nonsense, the owner of this tomb must be quite frustrated to have such a feng shui situation revealed by Mr. You five hundred years later"

As the flames flickered, the figure of the wanderer swiftly vanished into the cornfield. Immediately after, another voice called out: "Boss, what happened?" One person quickly parted the corn stalks and ran forward; his movements were nimble like that of a raccoon, and the sounds he made while running were extremely subtle

"Both arms embrace the essence of the mixed yuan energy, leveraging strength to soar and rise." This is the movement mantra of the Swallow Style in Xingyi Quan. The heart of the mad fox sank suddenly; he never expected that the seemingly unremarkable Mr. You before him was actually a skilled practitioner. How had he not noticed this before? After years of practicing against geese, he was unexpectedly pecked in the eye by one. This fall truly was a complete disaster!

Archaeologists have once encountered intact fruits on the altars of ancient tombs, but once exposed to the modern environment, they disintegrate into ashes at a visibly rapid pace, leaving one astounded. To date, technological methods have not been able to completely resolve the issue of the time sandglass in archaeological excavations; they can only attempt to delay it. Some artifacts remain well-preserved not only due to the materials but often due to various inexplicable coincidences. To date, technological methods have not been able to completely resolve the issue of the time sandglass in archaeological excavations; they can only attempt to delay it. Some artifacts remain well-preserved not only due to the materials but often due to various inexplicable coincidences.

Two individuals are conversing in the fields, their voices low enough for only each other to hear. Although Youfang is unaware of the true secrets of the heart disc technique, he manages to leave the other party in a state of astonishment. This represents the most profound aspects of feng shui and geography. From what Youfang knows, it is sufficient to bewilder a mad fox. If the discussion were to focus solely on the theories of feng shui and ancient secrets, he would not be inferior to anyone.

The entrance to the tunnel was buried more than two feet deep, making it impossible to discover even during the spring plowing. Even if those below are not dead, they cannot escape. The great tomb, buried for over six hundred years in the depths of the earth, will once again vanish from people's sight. At the moment the entrance was covered, it should have been impossible to hear any sounds from below, yet faint moans and groans always reached Youfang's ears, resembling the delicate buzzing of mosquitoes

It is not that Youfang can truly see, but rather that the stratigraphic distribution obtained from selecting points in various locations a few days ago allows him to piece together a complete "geological map" in his mind, subsequently peeling away or filling in layers to transform into the topography and landforms of different eras, akin to the three-dimensional dynamic simulation results produced by geophysical exploration based on a large volume of sample data

The Mad Fox is the leader of this gang. This role requires not only the ability to conduct tomb raiding but also various connections in the underworld, responsible for coordinating organizational actions, as well as disposing of stolen goods, laundering cultural relics, and distributing the proceeds from crime.

When considering matters, one may be soft-hearted and think of various aspects; however, once action is required, one must not be indecisive or hesitant. This is a principle that You Fang has understood since childhood, and it is also a profound truth for navigating the world.

Is it my hand trembling without my awareness, or is it merely a coincidence? This compass is indeed quite sensitive, but unfortunately, Mr. Wu is no longer here! Thinking of Mr. Wu, Youfang became somewhat distracted in the darkness

Today, the power of this farming technique is quite remarkable. With a swift grip on the soft spot, Cat Two bent at the waist, his legs weakened, unable to lift himself up or jump out. Cat Two's reaction was also quick; he immediately twisted his body as if cramping, striking back with an elbow, as if he had eyes behind him, the tip of his elbow aimed directly at Youfang's right temple

Most ordinary members of the gang lack education and are only responsible for digging and handling items. They are required to be tight-lipped, bold, skilled, and reliable. Although the members earn a considerable amount from tomb raiding, it pales in comparison to the enormous prices that cultural relics fetch in the market. For instance, a well-preserved piece of porcelain from the Ming or Qing dynasty, once cleaned and brought to the auction market, could be worth millions. However, when pulled from the pit, the members only receive around one thousand as compensation, typically paid per piece based on the size and shape of the complete item. For instance, a well-preserved piece of porcelain from the Ming or Qing dynasty, once cleaned and brought to the auction market, could be worth millions. However, when pulled from the pit, the members only receive around one thousand as compensation, typically paid per piece based on the size and shape of the complete item

He had no time to reflect, as Youfang's kick struck his left arm, which was protecting his chest. The technique surprisingly employed the "Beng Jin" from boxing. Before the force could dissipate, he used the momentum to spring back, retracting his foot and propelling his body forward in the air. Kuanghu's left arm slammed against his own chest, sending a powerful shock that pushed him back a considerable distance.

Three days of sinking needles, the needle tip sinks. This indicates that the yin energy in this area is stagnant, causing discomfort when residing here

The distribution of geological deposits in this area has long been thoroughly investigated, and everything that needs to be said has been made clear. However, Kuanghu still insists on bringing it up again. Youfang also understands the other party's intentions; Kuanghu is still probing into his background, feeling uneasy about the experienced gentleman who is engaging in a major deal for their first collaboration. This is not surprising, as even Youfang feels that he is too young and does not resemble an old hand in the field.

"Fox Lord, have you heard of the Heart Plate Technique?" You Fang did not answer the previous question but instead posed another.

Zhu Yuanzuo was renowned for his contributions to porcelain making, earning accolades from two imperial dynasties. He passed away in his later years while returning to the capital to report on his duties, precisely near his hometown. The Hongzhi Emperor granted him the special privilege of being buried close to home. These so-called "historical materials" are largely fabricated by itinerant writers, yet they possess a semblance of truth and are not entirely false. Historically, there indeed was a person named Zhu Yuanzuo, and the nearest village is indeed known as the ancient and modest Mingwei Village.

The mad fox laughed again in the underground, his laughter deep and hoarse, like a wounded drake: "You and that old fellow are indeed cut from the same cloth. I remember when the knife was at his throat, he still advised me to turn myself in. ... ... Alright, come here, and I will tell you where he is buried."

After determining the scale, shape, and orientation of the underground tomb yesterday, Kuanghu was very satisfied with the site inspection. He casually handed over fifty thousand in cash, stating that it was merely a token of appreciation for their first collaboration. After this successful transaction, he would also share a portion of the profits with him. Although it was merely a means of winning him over, it demonstrated a willingness to invest, resembling someone capable of achieving great things

The mad fox shook its head: "I am aware of what you are saying, but I do not understand how it relates to the art of heart divination. It is said to be extraordinarily mystical in legends!"

At that moment, the disheveled man emerged from two meters away, turned off the miner's lamp, and lowered his voice, saying: "We've broken through; Mr. You's indicated position is just right. I took a glance, and there are quite a few things inside. This time, we could really strike it rich!"

Everything happened too quickly, in the blink of an eye. The Wild Fox did not even have a chance to finish a single sentence before being suddenly kicked into the thief's hole by You Fang, who had previously hesitated and struggled, unable to make up his mind to take action. However, once he truly decided to act, he did so with complete commitment and without reservation, leaving the Wild Fox no opportunity to catch his breath

That sword could be better described as a dagger, measuring less than one foot in length including the scabbard. The scabbard has decayed to the point where the original ornate decorations are barely discernible, while the hilt of the sword remains intact, seemingly gilded, with two embossed characters in seal script on the blade guard, which Yu Fang did not recognize at the time.

This group of people usually does not use their real names; they refer to each other by nicknames. The newcomer is called "Big Baldy," approximately thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a shiny bald head and not a single hair on it. He has been the oldest companion of the Crazy Fox for the longest time. Currently, he is living quite well, and his figure has started to show slight signs of plumpness; if he gains any more weight, he will need to lose some.

This group of tomb raiders, including You Fang, consists of a total of five individuals, which is already a considerable scale. The tomb they plan to rob tonight is quite large, and You Fang firmly asserts that there are many valuable items below. Apart from You Fang, the other four individuals are core members of this tomb raiding gang. This is a major operation that has been planned for a long time, and the fewer unfamiliar outsiders involved, the better.

The mad fox sighed lightly: "Mr. You, at such a young age, your skills are quite profound! A talent, a rare talent! So, does this mean you have already mastered the Heart Plate Technique?"

The bald man flattered, "There is no need for the boss to sigh. We may have missed the business in Chengdu, but isn't the work here compensating for it? That Eunuch Zhu was a porcelain maker in his lifetime, and he built such a large tomb; what could possibly be inside that requires further thought?"

Is there really such a thing as the Eight Extraordinary Needles? Or is it just my restless mind? You Fang couldn't help but ponder. The so-called Eight Extraordinary Needles are eight situations summarized by geomancers when using a compass needle for orientation.

You Fang subconsciously took a step forward, and in a daze, felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, as if carrying a hint of danger. This was merely an illusion, an indescribable strange sensation, and the ground was not actually moving. He immediately dodged to the side, at which point a series of sharp sounds echoed from the cave entrance.

A startled cry mixed with a roar came from the tunnel, along with the voice of the bald man. It turned out that the bald man, sensing something amiss above, had also emerged from the tomb, but was blocked by the mad fox in the tunnel.

Three months ago, Scholar Du was suddenly apprehended. It is reported that the police have identified over 90 million in illicit funds across several of his personal accounts. As for the amounts involved with the entire gang that have yet to be clarified, it remains uncertain, but it is estimated to be an astronomical figure. Scholar Du has always been very cautious in his dealings, leaving no trace. However, before his arrest, Mr. Wu Pingdong had used the alias of a black market collector with the surname Kong, and according to the rules of the underworld, he had dealings with him.

The first seven situations are those that geomancers typically avoid when selecting a site, usually opting only for the final "correct needle"

This statement is even more unexpected, the mad fox in the hole couldn't help but shout: "Call the police? You are an accomplice, think about how to explain this to the police... Brother, listen to my advice, with your skills and abilities, we will have plenty of opportunities to make money in the future. What exactly are you doing this for?"

The mad fox also laughed upon hearing this, took the item, and shone a small flashlight on the brim of his hat, saying: "This brand seems to be from the Ming Dynasty, the craftsmanship is exquisite! I would believe it was created by the master jade carver Lu Zigang. I will study it thoroughly during the day."

This situation has reached its final step, and the outcome of success or failure will be revealed before dawn. However, it is still possible to turn back now. If one goes with the flow and abandons the original plan, there is no need to risk one's life tonight, and one could still make a fortune. Even if one chooses to seize a better opportunity later, it is acceptable, as trust has already been established with those individuals.

What my fifth uncle said is not without merit. He learned the ancestral art of feng shui from a young age and nearly faced persecution as a so-called "evil spirit" in his youth. He spent most of his life living honestly in the countryside, only able to "apply what he learned" after the reform and opening-up, gradually gaining a reputation in the region. Many occasions such as real estate openings, company inaugurations, and commercial renovations would invite him to assess the feng shui and energy. A few years ago, my fifth uncle went to Hong Kong for an "academic exchange" event, and upon his return, he no longer personally went out to practice feng shui. He entrusted these matters to his son, Mo Yan, while he built a small house in his hometown to enjoy his retirement.

Du Luo is a renowned collector and artifact appraiser from a certain southern region, particularly noted for his unique skills in the appraisal of bronze artifacts. He is a self-taught individual rather than a formally trained expert, and is referred to within the industry as Scholar Du. Unknown to the public, this Scholar Du is also the leader of a well-organized and clearly defined gang involved in the excavation and smuggling of cultural relics. At the peak of his career, the ancient bronze artifacts smuggled overseas by this gang accounted for more than one-third of the entire black market within the country.

The wild fox's expression showed a slight surprise: "I have vaguely heard of it; I thought it was merely a legend. Could it really be true?"

It seems that there is a compass in my heart that is constantly turning. As history unfolds, various feng shui configurations naturally emerge, revealing the changes in auspiciousness and inauspiciousness across different eras. This is a state of ethereal detachment, where wandering only brings a vague sensation in a fleeting moment of distraction, yet afterward, it is impossible to recapture that feeling.

At this point, the matter is not yet completely resolved. You Fang must erase all traces. He arrived at a secluded clearing beside National Route 104, where he drove out a light truck filled with various bottles and jars. This vehicle was a second-hand car with a fake license plate belonging to Cat Two. You Fang drove south, glancing back at the cornfield, silently reciting: "Rest in peace, Old Wu. The little one has avenged you!"

Behind the wandering path, to the northwest, there is a rolling ridge one kilometer away, extending in a semi-circular shape to the right and sloping downwards, with a small hill by the river marking the end of the mountain's rise. There is a bridge over the river, located on National Route 104 that traverses the countryside, with the nearest village situated on the opposite bank of the river beyond the bridge

The entrance to the tunnel was only a little over 2 meters away from their foothold, almost invisible at night without careful observation. As Kuanghu spoke, he had already walked to the mouth of the cave, his back turned to Youfang. This was a godsend opportunity; if they did not take action at this moment, they might never encounter such a favorable chance again

You Fang sighed and said, "I am not a person of the public office, and I have nothing to do with the police"

The mad fox tentatively said, "If given the opportunity, I would like to seek Mr. You's guidance on the true skills in this area."

Unfortunately, this plan ultimately did not come to fruition. Not long ago, Mr. Wu, who was suffering from a terminal illness, went missing. According to the results of a covert investigation conducted by You Fang, Mr. Wu has passed away. If it were not for the unexpected incident involving Mr. Wu Pingdong, You Fang would not be present at this moment in a cornfield in rural Hebei.

The reason why the traveler is focused on listening to footsteps is that ever since leaving that cornfield, he has had a persistent feeling of being followed, as if there were invisible eyes secretly watching him. He checked the rearview mirror many times while driving and was very certain that there were no other cars on the road at that time, but after getting out of the car and walking, this feeling not only did not dissipate but instead grew stronger.

As Kuanghu turned around, he discovered that Youfang had already moved. His movements were peculiar; his left leg was slightly bent while his right leg was extended backward, and his arms were spread wide to the sides, resembling two flapping wings. In that fleeting moment, Kuanghu caught a glimpse of this posture out of the corner of his eye, and a shock ran through him as he immediately understood that Youfang was about to attack him

In the study of Feng Shui, the open area directly in front of a residence is referred to as "Mingtang," while the area behind is known as "Xuanwu" or "Kao Shan." The left side of Mingtang is called "Qinglong," the right side "Baihu," and the opposite side is referred to as "Zhuque" or "Zhao'an." Nearby mountains and rivers are designated as "Lailong" and "Qumai" according to their orientation. The location where water flows near Mingtang is called "Shuikou." If there are no rivers nearby, the direction in which rainwater drains away is also referred to as Shuikou. The cunning fox is certainly well aware of these terms. The location where water flows near Mingtang is called "Shuikou." If there are no rivers nearby, the direction in which rainwater drains away is also referred to as Shuikou. The cunning fox is certainly well aware of these terms.

You Fang's voice carried a hint of apology: "Fox Lord, you indeed have not offended me personally, and you have treated me fairly well." He then abruptly changed his tone and said sternly: "But you are not only a bandit who seeks wealth and causes death, you also insult and plunder the ancestors of this land. You are a sinner of Chinese civilization, a national traitor who sells out his ancestors for profit!" These were the exact words of Mr. Wu when he angrily rebuked people like the mad fox, and at this moment, You Fang recounted them faithfully.

You Fang did not evade the attack; instead, he relaxed his hands, lowered his body, and continued to lunge forward, like a venomous snake darting out from the grass. Cat Er's elbow missed its target, while You Fang's headbutt struck him squarely in the lower back. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, his chest wedged against the edge of the hole.

The skilled potter is renowned for his craftsmanship, while the grand forest offers a panoramic view.

When You Fang first started dealing with this group of people, he felt quite apprehensive. Although he was well-versed in various theories of feng shui, it was his first time applying them in practice. However, when Kuang Hu came knocking at his door, he decided to steel his heart and boldly deceive them. His expertise extended beyond just feng shui theories; he was also knowledgeable in various tricks of the trade. In the eyes of those in the jianghu (martial arts community), sometimes it is easier to deceive an insider than an outsider, a principle that many do not understand.

After arriving in Beijing, I had the chance to meet Mr. Wu Pingdong, a historian and archaeologist, by coincidence. A series of events led to a deep friendship between the two of us. Mr. Wu is quite accomplished in the field of Chinese architectural studies, and he has explained many traditional feng shui phenomena and principles to me using modern environmental science theories.

In addition to the continuous sound of the wind and the occasional noise of passing cars, there is another sound nearby, only two or three meters away from the wanderer. Yet, when one looks up, nothing is visible. It resembles the sound produced by metal striking against earth and stone, almost inaudible beneath the wind. Remarkably, this sound is emanating from beneath the ground

Some information is readily available online, while other data was painstakingly compiled by Youfang over the course of two months, published in fragments under various pseudonyms, fearing that Kuanghu would not search for it. In fact, Kuanghu and Youfang connected on a forum discussing feng shui and local legends, seemingly by chance, yet unbeknownst to Kuanghu, Youfang had long been plotting this.

This is not a simple task. Due to the passage of time, many tombs buried deep underground leave no traces detectable by the average person on the surface. However, a skilled expert can identify anomalies even from several kilometers away at a high vantage point. Judging the color of the soil is merely a minor aspect; it is also necessary to analyze the changes in sedimentary layers and examine the dynamic topography, landforms, and vegetation distribution.

Mr. Zhang Yan also needs to investigate local folklore and historical records from various dynasties, such as which prominent figures emerged from which places during specific dynasties, where they were buried near which town or village, and whether their tombs have been looted in history. The investigation results should be combined with field surveys to determine the locations of valuable tombs.

After traveling another twenty kilometers, he arrived at a fork in the road. Youfang turned left and drove a short distance, where he encountered a toll station at a bend ahead. He parked the car by the roadside and meticulously cleaned up the traces inside the driver's cabin, then abandoned the vehicle and set off on foot with a travel bag on his back. At this moment, the eastern horizon was already dimly lit, and he resembled a traveler heading into the city early in the morning

The bald man took off his gloves and helmet-mounted lamp, scratched the back of his head, and chuckled at Youfang, saying: "This is our boss's secret that is not to be passed on. I've been with the boss for ten years, and I still haven't learned it."

This expanse of farmland is quite vast, spanning several hundred acres in a continuous stretch. The location where You Fang stands is slightly elevated, and the fields in front of him present a layered gentle slope that gradually descends, extending all the way to the riverbank. The river is approximately twenty meters wide, rushing swiftly from a distance directly towards You Fang's position, and about five hundred meters away, it makes a bend, flowing between two low hills.

You Fang stood quietly between the ridges of the field, dressed in a deep brown tracksuit, completely still, allowing the long corn leaves around him to brush against his body in the wind, his figure seemingly merging with the night.

Yóu fāng shēn shang, xīn lǐ dōu fā hán, nǎo zi yě yǒu xiē luàn, tā yòng lì shuǎi le shuǎi tóu zhàn qǐ lái lí kāi le zhè piàn yù mǐ dì, dài zǒu le suǒ yǒu de yí wù, chú le nà bǎ jūn gōng shǎn wài, hái yǒu dǎ dòu zhōng luò dì de nà kuài yù pái hé zhuāng zhe duǎn jiàn de mù xiāng. Zhè liǎng jiàn gǔ wù bù shì mù zhǔ rén de yě bù shì kuáng hú de, shì bù zhī nián dài de dào mù zéi suǒ yí liú, pèng qiǎo bèi dà guāng tóu ná le shàng lái zhòng jiàn tiān rì.

You Fang explained: "There is an archaeological term called 'rice cultivation remains', which refers to this phenomenon. It was discovered by a foreigner several hundred years ago, who used it to investigate the distribution of ancient Roman port ruins. It is said that the effects are most pronounced when observing the grown corn." This knowledge was previously introduced to You Fang by Mr. Wu and is now being applied.

Upon hearing the words of the bald man, the wild fox's expression darkened as he pressed for an answer: "What era do the traces belong to?"

The mad fox is still silently shouting: "You will face retribution!"

You Fang's tone was very somber, carrying a hint of melancholy in the night breeze: "Fox Lord, do you know an old gentleman with the surname Wu?"

You Fang nodded and said: "Of course, Zhu Yuanzuo's greatest pride in life was in making porcelain, and it is easy to imagine what he was buried with. In ancient times, many eunuchs were illiterate, but this Grand Eunuch Zhu was quite cultured; he even has a poem about porcelain firing that has been passed down through the ages"

Youfang still smiled wryly: "Hong Kong people are superstitious, but the people of the capital do not buy into this."

A trench was recently dug along the national highway, and the backfill is not very level. When large trucks that are speeding and overloaded pass by at night, they produce a loud rumbling noise that carries far and is extremely jarring

The wild fox cautiously drew the sword from the tattered scabbard. The blade was intact, without a trace of rust, yet it lacked luster, as if enveloped in a layer of hazy gray mist. As it was unsheathed, there was a fleeting illusion, as if one could hear a rustling sound, resembling both a gentle chant and a cry.

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The wild fox's expression turned serious, and its eyes were filled with excitement as it waved its hand and said, "Hurry up and release the negative energy. In fifteen minutes, we will go down to feel around. Move swiftly!"

The朱门 is close to the thousand peaks, while the丹阙 rises from a distance of ten thousand miles.

You Fang淡淡 remarked: "As the saying goes, changing fields is like crossing mountains; changing sects is also like crossing mountains. The feng shui learned by Master Hu belongs to the Form and Slope School, which generally has no issues with Han tombs or Tang tombs. However, during the Ming and Qing dynasties, the Qi School became popular, especially the Xuan Kong Flying Stars School, which had a significant influence. It emphasizes the rotation of the original luck and the transformation of flying stars, integrating the luck plate, mountain plate, and star plate, which is quite complex. The larger the tomb, the more intricate the requirements."

Recalling Old Wu, You Fang was momentarily speechless, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent. Kuang Hu then shifted the topic and resumed the earlier discussion: "This land is buried with the tomb owner, as well as ancient contemporaries from an unknown era. According to Mr. You's perspective, the current mountains and rivers have changed from those of ancient times. Given the present feng shui situation, what significance does it hold to be buried here?"

If it were an ordinary person, this kick from You Fang could break his left arm and the ribs on the back that bear the force! In combat, the best response to a front kick is to sidestep and counterattack. However, Kuang Hu did not have time to sidestep; You Fang retracted his right foot in mid-air, and as his body moved forward, his left foot flew out, delivering a powerful downward kick directly to Kuang Hu's face

The traveler seemed to be answering to himself at that moment: "If there were truly malevolent spirits in this world, you would have long been torn to pieces!"

This cornfield appears lush and green, but within a radius of approximately three meters directly above the large tomb, the growth of the corn is not as vigorous as in other areas. The ears are shorter, and the kernels are not as plump, with a distinctly patterned distribution that is confined to this specific circle, becoming more pronounced as one approaches the center

During the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, the porcelain produced by the official kilns in Jingdezhen reached a historical peak in both craftsmanship and artistic quality, with a large number of exquisite pieces emerging and gaining fame throughout the world. The supervisor of the kilns at that time was Zhu Yuanzuo. This is not only recorded in historical documents, but also specifically mentioned in "Taoya," a work on ceramics written during the Qing Dynasty, which offers a high evaluation of Zhu Yuanzuo.

The mad fox did not respond, but spoke in a boastful tone: "This skill of mine is not effective on just anything; it requires a spiritually endowed ancient weapon to work."

He suddenly felt very cold, unable to suppress his shivering, and his hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold the military shovel. It was only then that he realized, unknowingly, his entire body was already soaked in sweat. At this moment, as his spirit relaxed, the sweat was blown by the wind, making him feel cold all over—early autumn weather should not be this cold

You Fang was truly shocked this time; he never expected that the Mad Fox would have such a trick up its sleeve! He had long heard from Old Wu about an archaeological term called "time sandglass." Many ancient artifacts are well-preserved in an unchanging buried environment, appearing just as they did thousands of years ago when first excavated, but they quickly oxidize and decay. It is as if the sandglass of time had been stagnant for centuries, only to suddenly accelerate its flow at the moment the artifacts are unearthed.

The times have changed; even tomb raiders are now scouting locations online

A thunderous rumble echoed from within the cave, causing the ground around to tremble slightly. From deep underground came a crashing sound, the noise of the gravel layer at the bottom of the tunnel collapsing, mixed with wails and screams, indistinguishable as to who was making them. The entrance of the tunnel, two feet above the ground, was also half-collapsed due to the tremor

The curse of the mad fox is quite laughable; a bandit who made his fortune through tomb raiding has disturbed countless restless spirits buried underground throughout his life. If there truly were vengeful ghosts capable of seeking revenge, he would have long since met a fate worse than death, and it would not be his turn to scare others

Youfang: "Today’s burial is only fitting for this situation, and has little to do with the owner of the tomb from five hundred years ago. Even if there is a connection, I doubt that the owner of the tomb would care; after all, don’t forget who he was—he was just a eunuch!"

Who exactly is the master of this underground tomb? To be honest, You Fang is also unclear; he merely designed a trap to lure the likes of Kuang Hu and happened to find an ancient tomb here. If the "historical materials" he fabricated are true, then this tomb can be considered a significant discovery in the history of Chinese porcelain, as the name he attributed to the tomb's master is—Zhu Yuanzuo

On the sixth day, the reverse needle indicates that things are not progressing smoothly. This place is fraught with numerous conflicts, leading to losses in both personnel and finances

You Fang smiled wryly at that moment and said, "I plan to go to Zhongguancun in Beijing to broaden my horizons. I have heard that it is all about computer technology there, and who is still concerned with feng shui?"

This person is nicknamed "Cat Two" and is responsible for keeping watch from a light truck parked along the national highway, monitoring the movements at both ends of the road. Due to the distance and the cover provided by the wind and cornfields, he was not alerted when Youfang and Kuanghu engaged in a scuffle. It was only when Kuanghu fired a gun in the theft hole that Cat Two sensed something was amiss, feeling that something was wrong over here, and immediately rushed over.

The mad fox, far from being angry at the rejection, instead grinned widely and affectionately patted Youfang's shoulder, saying: "In my lifetime, I have not admired many people, but you, Mr. You, are certainly one of them, worthy of friendship! In the future, I will never treat you unfairly in our long-term cooperation. Over time, you will come to understand the kind of person I am. Tui Zi and Mao Er have been with me for over ten years now."

At that moment, a heavy truck was passing over a bumpy section of the national highway in the distance, producing a rumbling sound, with a faint explosion completely masking it, making it difficult to detect. You Fang was quite surprised to see that the high temperature and compressed air had blasted a deep hole in the ground, about the size of a gourd lid in diameter, just large enough for a person to crawl into