Chapter 167: Always Have to Do Something

The flames licked the yellow clay, and the pear-wood charcoal crackled with "pop-pop" sounds, splashing out tiny sparks.

Gradually, the wet clay hardened and then dried, bursting into cracks that revealed silver-white tin foil.

Removing the rack and unwrapping the tin foil, the lamb meat was golden-brown like armor. Grease dripped into the charcoal fire, splashing out a few blue sparks. The aroma of the meat, mixed with the delicate scent of sand leeks and chive flowers, filled the hall.

A famous Dingbian dish: Salt Lake Roasted Lamb.

"Authentic Salt Lake lamb from Inner Mongolia (bordering Ningxia Yanchi and Dingbian Salt Lake), including the sand leeks and chive flowers, all freshly picked from the grasslands... fresh and tender!"

Xu Nianqin spun the turntable, aiming the lamb head at Lin Sicheng: "Boss, have a taste!"

"Good!"

Lin Sicheng picked up a small knife, made a cut on the lamb's head, sliced a strip from the lamb's tail, and then cut into the lamb's back.

The woman stared at the silver knife in his hand: This sequence, why is it so familiar?

"Has the boss been to Inner Mongolia?"

"In this line of work, you have to wander all over the country, to the four corners of the earth!"

Lin Sicheng smiled, skillfully sliced a few strips, arranged them on a plate, and said, "Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, come, everyone have a taste!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and Pangzi was also stunned.

His previous sentence was in Shaanbei dialect (Yulin, Ting'an), clearly mixed with ancient Mongolian, while the latter sentence had become a Southern Shaanxi dialect with Shu characteristics (around Hanzhong).

As it happened, Pangzi was from Yulin, and Xu Nianqin was from Hanzhong.

The key was that one couldn't hear a single trace of an outsider's accent.

The woman narrowed her eyes: "The boss isn't from Zhejiang?"

"All righteous people under heaven are one family!" Lin Sicheng picked up a piece of lamb back and dipped it in the bowl of chive flowers. "As long as one can do business, why ask where one is from?"

Bringing it to his mouth, Lin Sicheng chewed slowly, "Just like last time, when Manager Xu asked my surname, I said my surname was Zhe; did Manager Xu believe it?"

The woman's eyelids twitched: The first sentence was Taiyuan dialect, the middle was Cantonese, and the last sentence was Changsha dialect.

The problem was, she had traveled north and south with Yu Dahai, had been to these places more than once, and had dealt with locals even more. She actually couldn't hear any difference between what Lin Sicheng said and the local natives.

While she was still stunned, Lin Sicheng smiled again: "Changing hideouts after finishing a pit, changing numbers after finishing a deal, changing identities after moving goods... aren't these the rules of the trade? Manager Xu doesn't need to be surprised!"

That's right, one has to change them. But one can't just change their accent at will after every single job, right?

The few tomb raiders were even more surprised...

"Everyone, come..." Lin Sicheng raised his wine bowl again. "My tolerance is low, Zhao Potou can drink a bit more!"

"Oh, alright!" Zhao Xiuneng hurriedly raised his wine bowl, holding it with both hands, and clinked it with Lin Sicheng's.

His waist was bent halfway, and his bowl was automatically lowered by half, his expression respectful, his eyes downcast.

It felt as if the person holding the wine bowl opposite him wasn't that young man, but the old matriarch of the Zhao family.

Ask yourself, when Yu Dahai and Gao Zhengang sat opposite, did Zhao Xiuneng ever have this posture?

Unknowingly, their mindset shifted again, and the three of them hurriedly raised their wine bowls.

Zhang Feng made an excuse about needing to drive, Xu Gaolan made an excuse about needing to look after the boss, and the one posing as a bodyguard, the Police Captain, didn't drink either, just ate silently.

The atmosphere at the table was also very lively... well, basically Lin Sicheng was talking, and the others were following along to broaden their horizons. Including Zhao Xiuneng, who was known as the Guanzhong Sitting Tiger.

Lin Sicheng spoke from Yang Bin in Shaanxi, to Hou Jinfa in Shanxi (who dominated Shanxi for nearly thirty years), then to the Song brothers in Henan (who dominated Henan for thirty years), and then to Lin Xisheng and Liu Shengli in Hunan (wiped out in 2009, four death sentences, twenty-three suspended death sentences, countless life sentences), as well as Chen Wei and Li Jinqian in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Basically, he counted every famous tomb-raiding leader and expert in the country. The three tomb raiders listened with their hearts pounding, and the three police officers listened with their eyes shining.

It's no exaggeration; even Yu Dahai and Gao Zhengang were several stories below these people. Just take one point: everything Lin Sicheng talked about, once it developed to the middle and late stages, was semi-public tomb raiding; they used explosives to blow up tombs in broad daylight, yet they still stood firm for eighty or ninety years without falling.

Yu Dahai and Gao Zhengang were so cautious and careful, yet they ended up fleeing overseas.

"Actually, it's just that the operations weren't good enough, and the umbrella wasn't big enough..."

Lin Sicheng spoke bluntly, "Look at Hou Zhiguo in Shanxi, he only targets the Zhou, Qin, and Han dynasties. It's been nearly twenty years from beginning to end, and he himself can't count how many big pits he's opened... and who in all of Yuncheng doesn't know he's in this line of work? Isn't he still doing just fine?"

"Actually, it's just two points: first, you have to find the right temple door... second, you have to be willing to spend money..."

Lin Sicheng tapped the table: "I came this time originally wanting to cooperate with Zhao Potou to make a fortune for a few years. But the old matriarch made it clear: the Zhao family doesn't gnaw on dead men's bones. This time, they are helping out for the sake of my elders, but afterwards, I'll have to ask someone else..."

"So, can I ask Manager Xu to pass a word to Yu Zhiguo: 'I have the connections, and I have even more money... Scaling palaces and climbing towers, searching for pits and seeking caskets (finding big tombs), is like a daily routine for me... but there is only one thing: I lack a top-tier expert, a Pole-Climber (a master at digging holes and entering pits)...'"

"If Yu Zhiguo is at ease, then he can be a money-counter (join the partnership); if he's not at ease, then he can be a pig-scaler (hired temporarily). How to split the spoils afterwards, or how to hire beforehand, he can name his price!"

After a slight pause, Lin Sicheng smiled again, "With so many treasure palaces in Guanzhong, if he doesn't climb them and I don't climb them, surely someone else will. Wouldn't that be a pity?"

The woman's heart was thumping.

She had seen with her own eyes how skilled this person was: the dragon diagram that would take Gao Zhangyan (Gao Zhengang) at least an hour to ponder, took him only ten minutes.

The well (tomb tunnel) was filled so flat, and the grass grew with such uniform height and density; he and Zhao Polan wandered around for only an hour or so before finding the golden well.

Therefore, his talk of scaling palaces and climbing towers, searching for pits and seeking caskets was not an exaggeration at all.

As for how much money he had, it wasn't clear yet, but whether it was matching codes (purchasing goods) or collecting diagrams, he paid whatever price was asked. For a business of several million, he didn't even haggle.

As for how solid his connections were, she didn't know about the white-hat side, but just looking at his peers: Xu Nianqin considered herself an old hand, and she couldn't tell if Zhao Xiuneng's respect for him was real or just an act?

Precisely because of this, Xu Nianqin was worried: even though Yu Zhiguo and Gao Zhangyan were gone, the business hadn't stopped.

But once this person came to Guanzhong, where would their path to wealth be?

Suddenly, a trace of malice rose in Xu Nianqin's heart: she wished Lin Sicheng would go down into a pit tonight and let Song Laosan blow him to death inside the tomb...

"Why is Manager Xu not speaking?"

Lin Sicheng glanced at her faintly: "Could it be that the business hasn't stopped? Yu Zhiguo is outside (abroad) stepping on the tower (remote commanding), and the brothers are inside (domestically) opening wells?"

His expression was very calm, and there was a smile on his face, but in an instant, Xu Nianqin felt those two gazes piercing over like knives.

She hurriedly lowered her head, collected her thoughts, and picked up the wine pot to refill Lin Sicheng's: "The boss is joking; if the business hadn't stopped, why would we sell the pit?"

That's right.

If the people under him were still digging, it would mean the pit sold to Lin Sicheng had problems...

Lin Sicheng picked up his wine bowl and took a sip, unhurriedly:

"Of course, there are many ways to partner up; it doesn't necessarily have to be searching for towers and scaling palaces. Yu Zhiguo has been sitting on foreign markets (smuggling cultural relics abroad) for so many years, and has been out there fighting for several years; I imagine his connections outside are extremely broad, and his relationships are extremely solid... coincidentally, this is also what I lack..."

He beckoned again, and Captain, who was dressed as a bodyguard, picked up the leather suitcase and placed it on the table.

"In the past two years, I was lucky enough to open a few 'fire holes' (sealed, dry, and perfectly preserved large tombs), dug up a few 'Hard Pieces' (porcelain), and pulled out a few 'mountain roots' (Jade)...

But the local market (domestic) couldn't handle them, so I wanted to look for an overseas market, but unfortunately, I could never find a way in. So I wanted to ask Manager Xu to help put in a word and see if we could ask Yu Dahai to lend a hand; the 'water head' (commission) is negotiable..."

As he spoke, Lin Sicheng opened the suitcase.

Xu Nianqin, Liu Tuizi, and an Expert who had been invited temporarily all leaned in together.

Four porcelain jars, one Rhino Horn Cup?

The three of them took a look, secretly suspicious: Lin Sicheng had said on the phone that he wanted to ask Xu Nianqin to "match the code" (sell the goods), which was why they had prepared a banquet and specifically invited an Expert.

But now that they saw them: aren't these things quite ordinary?

Black and white flowers from the Cizhou Kiln, dyed rhino horn from around the Ming or Qing dynasties?

They couldn't be called common trash, but to say they were good... they weren't that good either.

Knowing what they were thinking, Lin Sicheng picked up the teapot and poured a cup into each of the four porcelain cups.

At first, no one paid any attention, but as the tea steam began Floating, several of them sniffed, and their expressions changed slightly.

Lin Sicheng didn't speak; he poured it all into the trash can, then poured another round.

After the medicinal scent dissipated a little, Lin Sicheng poured again and brewed again.

The cups were washed back and forth three times, yet the medicinal fragrance still rose up.

The four people looked at each other in dismay: having washed them several times, could the medicinal scent wafting out have been sprinkled in just now?

Lin Sicheng picked up the Rhino Horn Cup again, washed it three times with hot tea as well, and then poured in warmed yellow wine.

Subconsciously, the few of them leaned forward a little: this cup, it seemed to be changing color?

It was originally dark red, but slowly, the color actually lightened bit by bit until it turned bright red.

It was too strange.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen antiques that changed color when exposed to high temperatures, but they all turned darker; this one, however, turned lighter?

After waiting for a long while, until the Rhino Horn Cup stopped changing color, Lin Sicheng took three wine Bowls and divided the warm wine in the cup into four portions: "Please!"

The three of them didn't move, and he smiled again: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous!"

Of course it wasn't poisonous; even if it were, it had been scalded several times with hot tea...

Xu Nianqin paused, picked up the wine Bowl, tasted it, and let out an "Eh."

It had no smell, but when she drank it, there was a medicinal fragrance?

Following suit, the other two also tasted it.

The three of them looked at each other again: these two items were both quite strange. They must be medical tools from ancient doctors...

Just as they were guessing, Xu Nianqin was suddenly stunned, her eyes bulging.

In an instant, it felt as if a fire had been lit beneath her lower abdomen, and in the blink of an eye, it flowed through her blood vessels to her entire body.

Her whole body suddenly grew hot, and immediately, fine beads of sweat seeped out on her forehead. At the same time, an inexplicable excitement arose in her heart; she felt her spirit was better than ever before, and it seemed as if she had an inexhaustible amount of energy in her body.

The key was, why did this feeling seem so familiar?

Subsequently, the two men also felt it; besides their bodies heating up and their spirits being invigorated, they felt that in that instant, even their drunkenness had mostly sobered up...

The three of them stared with six eyes, both shocked and amazed.

Since it was washed three times, this medicinal effect must have seeped out from the cup. The problem was, this feeling it gave people: it was just like having taken a drug...

Lin Sicheng first pointed to the porcelain jars: "These four have a special name: Xinglin Glaze... I dug them out from the underground palace of the Yongchong Mausoleum of Emperor Guangzong of the Southern Song Dynasty... Later, I took them to Beijing and asked an Expert from the Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine to look at them; they said they were jars specifically used to 'pull fire' for the Southern Song emperors..."

"This one is called the Chixia Cup; one was unearthed in Dingling in the seventies... It is said that nowadays in the Forbidden City, they only brew three cups a day, and those few people share it... Of course, that's just hearsay, it must be a rumor..."

After a slight pause, Lin Sicheng smiled again, "This thing has never been shown to the world, let alone reported, but you all should have heard of the Angong Niuhuang Pill from Hong Kong..."

At first, Xu Nianqin was still suspicious, but when she heard "Angong Niuhuang Pill," she was suddenly stunned, her two eyes shining frighteningly bright.

No wonder the feeling of this wine was so familiar?

She had been to Hong Kong; she had bought Angong Niuhuang Pills and even taken them. At that time, there was only a slight warmth in her lower abdomen, and her spirit had improved a little.

Even so, she had been stunned, thinking it was indeed a divine medicine that could save a life.

And compared to that, the feeling of that one pill was like a trickling stream. But this small sip of wine was like a great river, flowing endlessly.

Like a firefly compared to the bright moon, a difference as between heaven and earth...

Feeling the changes within her body and the unprecedented excitement, Xu Nianqin licked her chapped lips.

What is a rare treasure, what is a wonder?

Rare in the world, mysterious as a god...

By now, she could at least be certain that this person had truly searched the Longlou (dragon veins) and climbed the precious halls (imperial tombs).

Otherwise, where did this cup come from?

Just this one piece was worth all the assets her brother-in-law had earned over ten years of risking his life: even if it were sold for one or two billion, people would probably fight over it.

In an instant, her heart began to race again: get it back, must get it back... whether by trickery or by force!

With this cup, why bother robbing tombs or digging graves? Just brewing and selling wine every day would make one a billionaire...

Xu Nianqin swallowed hard, her lips trembling.

But she found that no matter what she said, she couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart...

"Boss, you sit for a moment..." Xu Nianqin stood up, clutching her phone, "I'll go ask the Big Boss first!"

"Good!"

Xu Nianqin turned and left; Lin Sicheng dried the wine and wiped it slowly again.

Zhao Xiuneng stared at the cup, his eyes glowing, his thoughts chaotic: this thing had long since exceeded the scope of Cultural Relics and antiques; it was a rare treasure.

Could Yu Dahai resist the temptation?

He couldn't resist a damn thing; if he could resist it, I'll call him Daddy...

After packing the cup and handing it to the Police Captain, Lin Sicheng waited quietly.

Nearly half an hour later, Xu Nianqin returned.

Her spirit was still high, but the greed in her eyes had receded significantly, and her expression revealed a hint of certainty.

After sitting down, she smiled: "Boss, my brother-in-law asked me to send his regards to you on his behalf..."

Before she finished speaking, his phone vibrated; Lin Sicheng glanced at it and smiled knowingly.

It was a text message, just five characters: Zhe Boss, long admired.

But the number was extremely long...

In an instant, the hearts of the three Police officers couldn't stop pounding: how long had the Provincial Department and the Municipal Bureau investigated, how much effort had they spent, how much thought had they put in, how many methods had they devised, and how much manpower and material resources had they consumed...

The hair of the leaders in charge was falling out in clumps, but after tossing and turning for several years both openly and secretly, let alone his whereabouts, they hadn't even touched a single hair of Yu Dahai's shadow.

Yet Lin Sicheng had easily coaxed the location out, and what's more, Yu Dahai had actually sent his contact information to him?

He was definitely abroad, making him hard to catch for the moment. But it showed that Yu Dahai had successfully been hooked by Lin Sicheng; as long as this cup didn't fall into his hands, Yu Dahai would eventually be unable to resist and would be fished back to the country by Lin Sicheng.

As the saying goes, people die for wealth and birds die for food; if Yu Dahai could resist, he wouldn't have gone into Grave-robbing...

Feeling incredibly excited, Lin Sicheng held up his wine Bowl and stood up: "Since Master Yu has shown me such favor, this brother will take his leave first. I will contact Master Yu again after I return to ask him to point me in the right direction... Thank you, Manager Xu, for your hospitality, and thank you all for your kindness..."

Everyone stood up in unison.

Lin Sicheng finished his wine and cupped his fists. Zhao Xiuneng and the three Police officers followed behind, while Xu Nianqin and her two subordinates followed closely to see them off respectfully.

The sky was growing dark, the sun was setting behind Xishan, and the three off-road vehicles drove further and further away.

Song Laosan, looking like a skinny monkey, popped up like a ghost with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes shining frighteningly bright.

"Boss, what did the boss say?"

Xu Nianqin exhaled a puff of alcohol-scented air: "The boss said, let Yu Kejie probe it first?"

Probe?

He probably wanted to try and snatch it, right?

But what if they managed to snatch it on the first try?

Song Laosan darkened his face: "Why didn't the boss let us make a move?"

Xu Nianqin gave him a strange look: "The ones he (Lin Sicheng) brought all flashed guns today; who do you think they were showing them to? Or are you saying you could take them on?"

Song Laosan gritted his teeth.

When it came to shooting from the shadows, blowing up pits (taking advantage of rivals after they enter a tomb), or snitching (reporting to the Police), Song Laosan was indeed an expert.

But when it came to a real face-off with cold steel and hot lead, he was truly a bit lacking...

Song Laosan didn't make a sound, cursing "damn it" in his heart...

Just as he was secretly gritting his teeth, Xu Nianqin's phone rang; she glanced at it, and her expression changed violently.

It was her brother-in-law's foreign phone number...

But in all these years, this was the first time her brother-in-law had called a number other than his dedicated one.

Something must have happened...

Xu Nianqin hurriedly answered and walked quickly toward the house, but halfway there, she stopped abruptly.

Yu Dahai only said three sentences:

"Little Six (Yu Kejie) has fallen!"

"The Wind (the mole) has been blocked!"

"The old tree (the protector) is mute... run!"

He only said those three sentences, thirteen characters in total, and then with a "beep," the call hung up.

She turned around abruptly, just about to say something, when a light suddenly shone from the mountain pass.

One vehicle, two vehicles, three vehicles... In the twilight, the police lights on the roofs of the cars were like Needles, piercing into her eyes.

Then, on the left...

And after that, on the right...

Countless Police officers jumped out of the cars and set up riot shields.

On the roofs of the cars, three snipers set up their rifles...

In an instant, the four people's faces turned as white as paper.

While they were stunned, Song Laosan gritted his teeth hard and ducked, diving behind the pickup truck.

There were guns inside, and even explosives...

But just as he opened the car door, with a "bang," a large hole suddenly appeared in the door.

It pierced through two car doors, and Song Laosan...

With a "thud," Xu Nianqin knelt on the ground: "I surrender... I surrender..."

The sky grew darker, and the three off-road vehicles drove steadily along the county road.

"The bait has been set (Rhino Horn Cup), the pie has been drawn (managing the relationship), the dates have been given (cooperating on Grave-robbing), the stick has been set up for him (finding others to cooperate, cutting off Yu Dahai's wealth), and even his claws have been chopped off for the most part... If Yu Dahai doesn't take the bait, I, Zhao, will kowtow to him..."

Zhao Xiuneng spoke while gesturing, becoming more excited as he talked.

Lin Sicheng was noncommittal: people die for wealth and birds die for food; if Yu Dahai could withstand the temptation, he wouldn't be in the business of Grave Robbing.

No need to guess, Yu Dahai should have already contacted the group that went down into the pit, preparing to snatch it by force. Presumably, he already knew that something had happened over there.

At this moment, Master Yu's brain must be about to explode, right?

For the sake of Zhang Anshi's tomb, he had mobilized almost all his best experts at digging holes and entering pits, and as a result, they were all wiped out in one go?

So, what kind of Pole-Climbers and subordinates did he have left?

While he was secretly pondering, the Police Captain in the middle turned around and looked at Zhao Xiuneng with a smile: "General Manager Zhao, the leaders asked me to ask you, are you interested in putting your remaining energy to use and serving as a Consultant at the bureau?"

Zhao Xiuneng was stunned for a moment, then curled his lip: I expected this.

It should be put this way: the moment he finished the phone call with Lin Sicheng in Beijing, Zhao Xiuneng had anticipated this turn of events.

To be honest, he was more or less resistant to it in his heart. The key was that he had been struck down so many times; he could handle the ones in uniform (ordinary Police), but when it came to those with stars (Police Inspector, Director-General or Deputy Director-General level), if he said he wasn't intimidated or afraid, even Zhao Xiuneng wouldn't believe himself.

But his mother said: Whether the Zhao family can get ashore, whether they can turn over a new leaf, and whether his two grandsons and future descendants can stand tall and live upright, clean lives, all depends on this time.

She also said that since the heavens have opened their eyes and dropped a golden thigh (referring to Lin Sicheng), he might as well hold onto it tightly. She even said that one day, he would be able to plate their ancestors in a layer of Gold Powder (descendants becoming officials and entering politics)...

Therefore, Zhao Xiuneng rushed from Beijing to Xijing overnight. After arriving, he didn't even have time to catch his breath before helping Lin Sicheng go down into the Tomb Tunnel.

Besides, just because he had seen that Rhino Horn Cup, if he dared to say the word "no" right now, he would have to find a new place to live tonight.

All those rotten matters from before, the reason they hadn't exploded, wasn't because the Police couldn't find them, but because they hadn't investigated them properly...

Thinking secretly to himself, Zhao Xiuneng nodded: "Alright, do I still need to sign documents (Technology Authorization Agreement)?"

Yo, quite familiar with the process?

The Captain smiled: "Nine o'clock tomorrow, I will await General Manager Zhao's arrival at the Law Enforcement Brigade."

Zhao Xiuneng curled his lip: The Brigade... is only at the Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch level?

Look at Lin Sicheng; he started as a Level One Police Inspector (Chen Peng).

But this is already quite good; he himself wanted that kind of treatment, but unfortunately, he didn't have Lin Sicheng's ability...

Thinking secretly to himself, Lin Sicheng's phone rang, and he answered it casually.

Chen Peng's voice came from inside: "Little Lin, the moment you left, that group on the mountain was arrested; not a single one escaped... Fan Qiang has also been released (the one who specializes in handling the remaining goods)..."

Lin Sicheng nodded.

This was equivalent to leaving a loose end: knowing from Zhang Anshi's Jade Wenming and Qingbai Mirror, the remaining goods left behind by Yu Dahai were not few.

But with Yu Kejie arrested, it was equivalent to the fence and transportation network that had just been established being severed once again. Those remaining goods couldn't just stay in the cellar and rust, could they?

Because of this, there was one more reason why Yu Dahai would have to contact him...

While pondering, Chen Peng's voice came again: "Oh, right... Director He took people down into the pit personally; guess how many were looted by Yu Kejie?"

"No need to guess!" Lin Sicheng was exceptionally certain, "At most two or three, and they were just on the edges and corners!"

Chen Peng was startled: "How did you know?"

Because of the "General Wei Changshi" seal of Zhang He!

Historical records state: The Zhang family held their title for five generations, and the descendants inherited the marquisate (family cemetery). And since Zhang He was exactly the fourth-generation descendant of Zhang Anshi, where else would his tomb be if not on the edge?

And that stone tablet from before: the stone tablet would only be erected inside the Shrine, which is also outside the core tomb area, and also counts as an edge.

Both points explain that Yu Kejie's Tomb Tunnel had just been dug through, and he hadn't even had time to start large-scale looting.

As for the previous Jade Wenming, Qingbai Mirror, Registration Book, gold seal... and so on, they were all small tunnels Yu Dahai had opened over the past few years, transporting them out bit by bit.

This means that most of the tombs in the core tomb area have not yet been destroyed.

This is enough...

Chen Peng laughed again: "My master asked me to ask you, do you want to hold a commendation meeting? Of course, since we still have to lure Yu Dahai, it can only be held on a small scale!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head without even thinking: "Director Chen, let's just forget it!"

It's the so-called "enter the village quietly, don't fire a shot." Everything that should be recorded in the file will not be missing a single stroke, and the favors that should be owed, those who know, know.

Just issuing a certificate and shaking hands with the leaders... it's really not necessary.

Chen Peng sighed: "It's just a grievance to you!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "As long as you remember it!"

Chen Peng nodded vigorously: "More than just me remembering it!"

There are too many people who will remember...

The two exchanged a few jokes, Chen Peng hung up the phone, and Lin Sicheng let out a slow breath: Having lived two lives, one must always do something.

Just like in his previous life, in just one year, the more than thirty tombs of the Zhang Anshi family cemetery were looted by Yu Dahai until they were in ruins; not a single good one was left.

But like now, he had at least protected over ninety percent...

Just like this, it is just right...