Chapter 49 This tomb must not be touched!

Less than an hour after Lao Liu left, he ran back to the original spot.

"No, no, no, no, this is bad!"

The One-Eyed Boss snapped, "Catch your breath before you speak. Where are Lao Ba and the others?"

"Lao Ba, Lao Ba and the others are all dead!"

"What!"

The One-Eyed Boss was shocked and stood up from the ground in a flash.

"Lao Ba and the others are dead? How is that possible! Even if they were discovered by the 749 Bureau, the 749 Bureau wouldn't just kill them outright!"

The One-Eyed Boss had a grim expression, his eyes darting around.

"Boss, why don't we just fight those jerks from the 749 Bureau and avenge Lao Ba!" The Tattooed Man who had spoken up for Lao Ba earlier said, tears welling in his eyes, filled with righteous indignation.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight your mother's head! We are bandits, they are officials. Have you ever seen bandits actively seeking a fight with officials?"

The One-Eyed Boss's eyes flashed with a glimmer of intelligence: "Besides, Lao Ba and the others might not have been killed by the 749 Bureau. There might be others who have also set their sights on this Ancient Tomb!"

"Then Boss, what should we do? We can't let Lao Ba die in vain!" The Tattooed Man's voice appeared behind the One-Eyed Boss.

The Boss couldn't hold it anymore and instinctively turned his butt in a different direction.

He turned back and glared fiercely at the Tattooed Man: "Is Lao Ba's asshole really that fragrant, that you're so obsessed with it? After this job is done, I'll have you find a hundred people with assholes exactly like Lao Ba's for you!"

At this, the Tattooed Man stopped shouting about revenge and beamed with joy.

"Alright Boss, I was indeed getting tired of Lao Ba's asshole anyway."

Hearing this, the others unconsciously felt their assholes tighten and instinctively covered their butts.

...

Jia He didn't trust Jiang Chen one hundred percent just like that; instead, he secretly used a Maoshan Sect secret technique to send a message to Ye Qingmei.

After receiving a positive reply from Ye Qingmei, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and led Jiang Chen toward the excavation entrance of the Ancient Tomb without any further burden.

Jiang Chen took note of this; he certainly knew this kind of secret technique, and the fluctuations from Jia He using it did not escape his notice.

Jiang Chen did not stop him, however. He believed that if the people from the 749 Bureau knew it was him coming over, they shouldn't stop him.

To them, if he were a heinous criminal, then Jia He's life would be more important than the location of an Ancient Tomb.

They didn't walk for long before the scene ahead suddenly opened up.

Ye Qingmei had been waiting here for a while. Seeing Jia He and Jiang Chen approach, she didn't look pleased at all.

"Senior Sister, I've brought him over."

Ye Qingmei looked coldly at Jia He: "Jia He, do you know that if this were wartime, you would be a traitor who led the Japanese invaders into the village!"

Jia He looked aggrieved: "But Senior Sister, you were the one who agreed to let me bring him over just now."

"You dare talk back!"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Ye Qingmei turned her gaze to Jiang Chen. This man had previously been swindling people, claiming to be a Disciple of the Maoshan Sect. Now, even her Junior Brother had been deceived, and he even claimed to know the elders of the Maoshan Sect.

Hmph, scammers these days are truly becoming more and more arrogant.

"Jiang Chen, you were also a member of the law enforcement System before. I don't care what your motives are now, you had better not disrupt the excavation work of this Tang Dynasty Ancient Tomb!" Ye Qingmei warned coldly.

Jia He looked at Jiang Chen in surprise; only then did he realize that Jiang Chen had previously been a member of the 749 Bureau?

Given Jiang Chen's strength, Jia He hadn't connected him to the Night Watcher department at all.

"Then I'm afraid I have to apologize, because this tomb—you cannot touch it!" Jiang Chen said indifferently.

"You say there is a great evil in this Ancient Tomb, and that this is a Formation suppressing a great evil, but why didn't the mage who came from Mount Longhu discover it?"

Jiang Chen was getting a bit annoyed.

What was wrong with these people? They were clearly Disciples from the Maoshan Sect, yet they kept mentioning Mount Longhu at every turn.

"The Daoist from Mount Longhu might not necessarily be able to see through the mysteries within."

"The way you say that, could it be that you are even more powerful than the Daoist brother from Mount Longhu?" Ye Qingmei mocked with a cold gaze.

Jia He stood by, wanting to speak but holding back. He wanted to say that this guy might actually be more powerful than the Daoist brother from Mount Longhu.

But seeing Senior Sister Ye Qingmei's furious expression, he didn't dare to interject.

"Shut up!"

Jiang Chen suddenly turned his head, and a terrifying, oppressive aura surged forth.

The sound of the wind around them ceased abruptly, and the faint chirping of birds, which had been present moments ago, suddenly went silent as if someone had choked them by the neck.

Ye Qingmei, who had still wanted to speak, had her pupils dilate suddenly. Her body froze, the hair all over her body stood on end, and the threat of death rang alarm bells constantly, as if she could die at any moment.

Her thoughts were in chaos; she only felt as if she were facing an ancient Vicious Beast. For a moment, she couldn't even control her own breathing.

"Whatever the matter is, wait until I have gone over and taken a look before speaking."

As the words fell, Ye Qingmei felt that soul-shaking aura dissipate, but the trembling sensation from just now left her still filled with lingering fear.

"Just now, what was that? Did it come from Jiang Chen? How is that possible?"

Jiang Chen paid them no more attention. He now needed to observe this Ancient Tomb from a close distance before he could make a decision.

At this moment, Professor Zhang Wenqian was still studying the route to enter the tomb chamber with a few students.

"Professor, this is something we found in that tomb chamber. We studied it a bit but didn't find anything. Could you take a look?"

Suddenly, one of the students who had just come out of the tomb chamber handed a dust-covered black inkstone to Zhang Wenqian.

"This looks like… an inkstone?" Zhang Wenqian adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on his face.

He put on gloves, then carefully took the inkstone and examined it closely.

"Yes, but looking at the style, it doesn't look like it was meant to be used as an inkstone."

"Hmm, indeed it doesn't. The materials for Tang Dynasty inkstones were mainly Duan stone, and the surface of the inkstone would be flat and smooth. But the surface of this black inkstone is rough and covered with tiny Inscriptions; it is indeed not suitable for use as an inkstone."

"Then Professor, what do you think this thing was used for?" the student asked.

Zhang Wenqian thought carefully, then said skeptically: "I seem to have read records of similar objects in a certain book. It seems to be some kind of Daoist magical seal, and it is somewhat similar to this."

"Daoist magical seal?" The students looked at each other.

"That's right, this is a Daoist Magical Artifact, a seal for suppressing evil, and what is inscribed on it is the Golden Light Incantation."

At this moment, a voice suddenly intruded upon their discussion.

They turned back and saw a handsome young man striding toward them.

Zhang Wenqian only felt his hand lighten; the inkstone in his hand had vanished into thin air. When he saw it again, it was already in the young man's hand.

"Who are you? How dare you snatch a cultural relic? That is a cultural relic, be careful!"

Jiang Chen's expression was a bit grim. Was he a step too late?

Sure enough, you can't believe the nonsense on TV. They said they would wait a few more days to excavate, yet they had already dug out a tomb chamber?

This inkstone was a Daoist Magical Artifact, with a grade of around Rank 5, at least in Jiang Chen's estimation.

However, 1,500 years had passed, and the spirituality within this inkstone had been worn away; it was barely at Rank 8 now.

If this inkstone was used as one of the nine town-securing Magical Artifacts, then how high must the cultivation of the thing inside this Ancient Tomb be?

"Where did you take this magical seal from? You must put it back exactly where it was right now. Otherwise, once the entity inside this tomb awakens, no one can predict the consequences." Jiang Chen said seriously.