Chapter 2844

Of course he understood this was a kind of mockery from Zhang Lin, but what interested him even more were the other things Zhang Lin had let slip—he was talking about details, about the matter of details.

Wang Wang Canghai was naturally very clear on this as well; what he was striving to do under the camera's eye was precisely to observe these details, and he believed the details themselves could bring him great gains.

Just as Zhang Lin had said before, people like them who were well-versed in tombs paid special attention to details.

But without Zhang Lin's reminder, Wang Wang Canghai would still be lost in the fog, unable to react—perhaps from Wang Wang Canghai's original perspective.

Since the tombs here in Sichuan and Tibet revealed such bizarre circumstances, perhaps the details themselves simply couldn't explain anything at all.

Now, prompted by Zhang Lin, Wang Wang Canghai realized he had been wrong—perhaps absurdly wrong.

Wang Wang Canghai pondered this silently, even forgetting he was currently on the phone with Zhang Lin, while on Zhang Lin's end a strange smile crept across his lips.

If at this moment Wang Wang Canghai could see that eerie smile in front of Zhang Lin, he might have caught on at once that this was yet another trap Zhang Lin had dug for him.

But fate is a cruel master—Wang Wang Canghai didn't have the Yangdeji Society.

Bringing up these matters now was nothing more than teasing Wang Wang Canghai; as for digging traps, that was simply going with the flow. Whether the Fanghuibu Society would take the bait Zhang Lin didn't care, but once the other party truly had such thoughts, Zhang Lin couldn't help but show that smile.

If it were anyone else, falling for such a scheme would be perfectly natural.

But as the saying goes, Wang Wang Canghai is a clever man—clever for many years now—and shouldn't have fallen for such a simple ploy like an ordinary person.

Yet reality, defying all expectations, had reduced Wang Wang Canghai to this state.

Zhang Lin was deeply disappointed in him. What he now looked forward to even more was the contest between himself and the hidden hand that might appear behind Wang Wang Canghai—or perhaps this contest had already begun.

Only neither Wang Wang Canghai nor Zhang Lin had realized it.

Perhaps Zhang Lin had some vague premonition, but no evidence whatsoever. Still, Zhang Lin was certain of one thing: some things happen without any warning at all.

Everything comes from such sudden signs, and with these abrupt circumstances, the entire situation would change. Who knows—one day Wang Wang Canghai might truly change his current choice.

Falling back into some pit, then irresistibly pledging loyalty to his former master—all just to get revenge on him—was entirely possible.

So now Zhang Lin found nothing strange in anything that happened. He told himself he only needed to be fully prepared and there would be no problem. Of course, if he had no preparation at all before these things came, then failure in the end was inevitable, and he couldn't blame anyone else.

For Zhang Lin now, the only difficult part was that this matter concerned not just himself, but the fate of two archaeological teams—so he couldn't treat it with a playful attitude.

If it were only his own contest with Wang Wang Canghai, or involved the person behind Wang Wang Canghai, then no matter how Zhang Lin chose, it would be justified.

Because no one could put Zhang Lin in a fatal position; win or lose, he could face it with a very relaxed mindset. But looking at the current situation, the space reality left Zhang Lin wasn't much either.

Under this premise, the Zhanglincai Society would continue digging pits for the Wang Wang Canghai he looked down upon, because the more thoroughly Wang Wang Canghai cut off his own retreat—

The more irresistibly he would be forced onto that road of no return. Before, Zhang Lin had given Wang Wang Canghai a way out, and the other didn't take it. Now even if Wang Wang Canghai wanted to retreat two steps, it was absolutely impossible.

As long as he wanted to target someone this way, Zhang Lin was certain no one could escape his sanction. This absolute confidence was why the current Wang Wang Canghai simply hadn't caught on.

After thinking for a while, he took a deep breath and asked: "Zhang Lin, if I go to Mount Karamayir in person, shouldn't you set out too? We haven't had a real face-to-face contest yet!"

Zhang Lin heard this and replied without hesitation: "What do you mean we haven't? Wasn't it you who came to find me last time?"

"That time doesn't count. When we met at the café before, you and I both knew we hadn't intended to make a move. I think if I had really made a move, even if I couldn't kill you, I probably wouldn't have let you off easy, right?"

Zhang Lin couldn't help rubbing his brow, a bitter smile on his face, and muttered to himself: where on earth does your confidence come from?

Do you really think you're still the Wang Wang Canghai from three hundred years ago who could flip clouds and rain with a wave of his hand? That's the joke of the century.

If that were really the case, Zhang Lin would have long since avoided his sharpness and wouldn't have bothered arguing such useless things with him.

Zhang Lin was certainly proud, but facing a battle or contest where he would definitely lose, he would still temporarily lower his banner and wait for an opportunity. To knowingly do the impossible wasn't pride but stupidity.

Clearly Zhang Lin wasn't such a fool. Looking at the current situation, it was Wang Wang Canghai who was truly the most foolish—and even now, Wang Wang Canghai's clarity was still far from satisfactory.

Whatever Zhang Lin said, that's what he believed. Give him a pole and he'd dare climb right up, never considering whether Zhang Lin was using this method to deliberately create trouble for him.

Zhang Lin sighed unconsciously, didn't pick up the thread, and instead said: "Wang Wang Canghai, I'm getting more and more curious now."

Wang Wang Canghai heard this and couldn't help raising an eyebrow, hurriedly asking: "What are you curious about?"

"My only curiosity is—over three hundred years ago, did you really complete all of this alone? Was there someone behind you directing you even back then?"

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