“What exactly did you sense, Shui Miao?”
“Speak up!!”
“…”
When Shui Miao opened her eyes again, the three beauties were already impatient, squatting beside her and completely disregarding any risk of exposure, all they cared about was discovering the answer.
“There’s a person, and many, many wolf spirits. I suspect this person is a male shaman in his seventies or eighties, who was likely buried alive here in this tomb. Although his body is as dry as a mummy, he’s still alive, and extremely powerful, because he controls dozens of wolf spirits.” Shui Miao stared intently at a spot below the Headless Slope as she spoke seriously.
“…”
Hearing this, the three beauties were momentarily stunned.
They had originally thought the tomb would be filled with golden treasures, ancient jade artifacts, and priceless antiques. But now it turned out there was nothing valuable below—just wolf spirits and a terrifying shaman!
“Ugh, how disappointing, no treasures at all…”
“Shui Miao, really, what’s so exciting about a bunch of monsters? We should just head to Huanghai City now.”
“Exactly! What a letdown.”
The three beauties lost all interest, sighing and groaning, and began to rise to leave.
Shui Miao raised her eyebrows and stood up excitedly, walking toward the bottom of the Headless Slope. “Who said there’s no gold, jade, or priceless antiques? This tomb is huge! There are countless treasures inside. Otherwise, why would someone go to such great lengths to invite an old shaman to guard it, and summon dozens of wolf spirits to protect it?”
“Ahh!”
“Shui Miao, you’re so mean, talking halfway and making us hold our breath like that!”
“Exactly! You’re so naughty—you owe us more ancient artifacts as compensation!”
“That goes without saying—he has to give us some, after scaring us like that!”
“But… wouldn’t so many monsters be hard to deal with?”
“Don’t worry, Shui Miao is amazing—she definitely has a plan.”
“…”
The girls became excited again, buzzing around Shui Miao and chattering nonstop.
Suddenly, Shui Miao stopped, put a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhh! Be quiet! Right now, they’re asleep. If you wake them up, you won’t get any treasures—and you might even lose your lives here. I only sensed their presence—I don’t have the confidence to deal with them directly. He’s a centuries-old shaman, and how long have I been cultivating? It’s already great if I can manage to grab a few treasures. You girls are just too greedy!”
Shui Miao waved her hand and told them to go get the car and drive it to the southern side.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, the three beauties dared not be careless. They quickly covered their mouths and tiptoed toward the car.
Seeing how cautiously they moved, Shui Miao couldn’t help but smile.
Everyone has greed and desires, and these three girls were no exception.
Still, Shui Miao truly liked them.
Not for any other reason, but because they had self-restraint, a sense of proportion—they wouldn’t blindly chase money at the expense of their principles.
That kind of greed, that kind of desire, was acceptable.
As these thoughts passed through her mind, Shui Miao walked down the Headless Slope. After walking more than three hundred meters, she finally stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground.
From her earlier spiritual sensing, Shui Miao had discovered a rather incredible design.
According to common logic, the main burial chamber and treasure vault should have been located on the high ground above the Headless Slope. But the actual design was completely different—exactly the opposite, in fact. The high ground was filled with traps and guarded by the old shaman and dozens of wolf spirits. If one were to dig from that area, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The real treasure chamber was located in the most unexpected open area.
Shui Miao couldn’t help but marvel. She hadn’t expected the Mongolians, known in history for their martial prowess, to be so clever and adept at manipulating people’s habitual thinking. To protect the tomb, they had deliberately set up this illusion. Without her spiritual sensing, how else could one ever discover such a secret? If she hadn’t come back, Lin Xue and the others might have started digging at random, which would have led to disastrous consequences.
But on the other hand, someone who had put so much thought and effort into designing this tomb must not be an ordinary person.
So who exactly was the tomb’s occupant?
Could it possibly be the mausoleum of Genghis Khan himself?
Determined to uncover the truth, Shui Miao sat cross-legged once more and carefully extended her spiritual senses again.
From where Shui Miao sat, about ten meters down was a layer of rock. Another dozen meters beneath that was a naturally formed, massive cave. The cracks in the cave walls had been specially treated and coated with a waterproofing oil. A huge stone door sealed the exit, and inside the cave were piled countless rare treasures. As Shui Miao focused, she sensed that beneath these treasures was a raised platform—or rather, the platform was completely buried under the treasures. The platform had a total of eighty-one steps arranged in nine rows of nine. At the very top sat a grand golden throne, and upon it lay the body of someone dressed in golden robes. Because the tomb was airtight, the corpse on the throne was only slightly desiccated. Beside the corpse was a small skeleton—so small that it was almost imperceptible unless one paid close attention.
This small skeleton… was it a chicken?
Shui Miao pondered. How could such a grand tomb, with someone as important as Genghis Khan or at least a royal prince or noble descendant resting on the throne, be buried alongside a chicken? Ah! I remember now—it’s an eagle! Besides wolves, Mongolians also revered eagles. The tomb’s occupant must have been someone who deeply loved eagles.
After sensing the general layout of the main burial chamber, Shui Miao focused her attention on the treasures themselves.
Each item on the platform was extremely valuable.
But what caught Shui Miao’s attention most was a rectangular golden box resting on the throne. About thirty centimeters long, eighteen wide, and ten high, the box was entirely carved with cloud patterns. Since it was made of gold and blended in with the throne’s color, Shui Miao hadn’t paid much attention to it at first. Now, she focused her spiritual awareness entirely on the golden box… when suddenly, the sun pattern on the box emitted a golden light, severing Shui Miao’s spiritual connection!
“Ahh! What the heck was that?!”
Shui Miao was shocked. She never expected that inside a tomb hundreds of years old, a wooden box that had been sitting there for centuries could actually sever her spiritual consciousness!
She suddenly opened her eyes, her heart racing in disbelief!
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