Chapter 334: Going Crazy is Great!

Su Ming didn't reply, he just listened quietly.

Between clever people, there's no need to spray spit onto each other's faces.

These three old men, since they dared to expose the First Emperor's Tomb as a trump card, even going so far as to reveal their own scars so he could see the blood‑soaked truth.

That means…

They've already simulated this game countless times.

He even suspects…

From the moment he went to Sakura Country to train troops, it was already part of the calculation!

It was going with the flow!

A short combo, unbelievably smooth!

"I know what you're thinking."

Chen Rang wasn't in a hurry; his gaunt fingers calmly refilled his tea, moving at a leisurely pace.

"You might think, the Dragon Country is vast and rich, with a population of over a billion."

"The Dragon Soul Guard, the Dragon Cavalry Guard, and the local Dragon Guards…"

"Their combined combat power is certainly not weak!"

"Why, of all things, throw such a huge pot onto your shoulders alone?"

Chen Rang lifted his eyelids, a dead silence in his eyes.

"Because there are no more cards."

A few simple words expressed that helplessness.

"On the surface it still seems relatively harmonious, compared"

"But in reality"

"Across the nation, black light anomalies and the like are far more numerous than what appears on the surface!"

"The most crucial point is…"

"The guys appearing in those places are getting stranger and fiercer!"

"The troops have already been drained!"

"The current Dragon Country is like a leaky, broken house."

"All the king bombs, straights, even single cards we could play have been thrown away!"

"And over in Chang'an…"

Chen Lao took a deep breath, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"That's the territory of the Ancestor Dragon!"

"It's the sleeping palace of the Eternal Emperor!"

"An ordinary elite going in would be no different from delivering takeout."

"Not only would it solve nothing, it would actually be feeding that Majesty… an extra meal!"

"Only you!"

Chen Rang's tone paused, his gaze blazing.

"Only someone like you, who completely breaks the mold and whose combat power leads in a discontinuous way…"

"Could possibly carve a hard‑won path beneath the eyelid of that Eternal Emperor!"

"We need a monster that can flip the table!"

Su Ming lifted his teacup and took a sip of Dragon Spine.

"Alright, the high hat is on."

"Speak concretely, how exactly do we do it?"

"You want me alone, brandishing a watermelon knife, to rush into the First Emperor's Tomb?"

The silent Zhao Lao nudged his glasses on his nose and took over the conversation.

"Not alone."

"Since we dared to let you walk through thunder, we won't stuff you with those young master soldiers who still make you handle waste."

Zhao Lao pulled a pre‑prepared document from his coat and placed it on the stone table.

"There are five of them in total."

"No names, only code names."

"They aren't meant for charging into battle, nor to shield you from gunfire."

Zhao Lao pointed at several black silhouettes on the document, his tone calm.

"They are tools."

"One who masters the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, and Mysterious Gate Escape Technique, able to guide you through that tomb laid out entirely according to celestial patterns."

"One who knows all ancient scripts and mechanisms like the back of a hand, a living encyclopedia."

"And another, a special perception‑type talent…"

"The remaining two…"

Zhao Lao paused, his voice becoming a bit hoarse.

"You can think of them as…"

"Human‑shaped C4!"

"If… I mean if."

Zhao Lao's voice grew hoarse.

"If you fail, or that place spirals out of control beyond any remedy…"

"They will use their own abilities and the special devices they carry to forcibly detonate themselves!"

"Using their lives, they'll blast a way back for you!"

"Or try a mutual annihilation to break the deadlock!"

"Hm?"

Su Ming's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"That's ruthless!"

Official-certified suicide infantry?

"But…"

"That does indeed match the style of these old guys!"

"For the greater picture…"

"There always has to be sacrifice!"

"Mercy doesn't command soldiers!"

"Not only that."

Chen Rang seemed to notice Su Ming's reaction and decided to turn up the heat.

"Although we old bones can't go to the scene, we won't let you work in vain."

"Consultant Su."

Chen Rang leaned forward.

"Money? In today's world, that thing becomes more and more a worthless piece of paper."

"Power? Give you a real authority position, make you attend meetings and write reports daily; you'd probably flip the table the same day."

"So…"

Chen Rang pointed to the ground.

"We old-timers have discussed it."

"As long as you can resolve this crisis, as long as you can suppress that imperial tomb…"

"Everything inside it!"

"Regardless of the rank of the devices, treasures, or the emperor's burial accompaniments…"

"As long as you have the skill to bring them out!"

Chen Rang spoke each word deliberately, his voice resonating on the ground.

"All! Of! It! Belongs! To! You!"

"No need to hand over! No need to report! No need to write any explanation"

"Besides making tomorrow's Dragon Nation more stable, we want nothing else!"

The air was quiet.

Su Ming also said nothing.

This penmanship and resolve…

Seem somewhat grand!

After all, that's the First Emperor's Tomb!

Dragon Nation's first imperial tomb!

If even a night pot leaks out, it's a national‑treasure‑level artifact.

Let alone in today's altar era.

Those burial accompaniments inside might already have become some defying‑the‑heavens contraptions!

Now this meaning…

Official provides the location, guide, tool person, even foots the bill…

Let him go in to purchase goods?

"Deal!"

Su Ming no longer hesitated and spoke directly.

"I'll take this order!"

Now that the words have come this far, being any more pretentious would just be fighting oneself and seem petty.

Each takes what they need.

"Consultant Su."

Chen Rang saw Su Ming nod, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Remember one thing."

"If you truly encounter an unsolvable big trouble!"

"You…"

"Can ignore them!"

"Come back alive!"

"Remember, we old‑timers became these ghostly shapes to pave the way for you youngsters."

"As long as people remain, the spine of this Dragon Nation cannot break!"

"Don't die…"

Chen Rang lifted his teacup, using the act of drinking tea to mask the surge of emotion in his eyes.

"This is an order."

Half an hour later.

Su Ming stood with his back to the three elders, swinging his right hand casually in the air.

Dashing, unrestrained.

He strode like a meteor, pushing the Gate and leaving.

The night wind poured into the courtyard, swirling up a few withered yellow locust leaves that twirled down onto the board.

The three elders stared at the wooden Gate that had just closed again, silent for a long while.

For a long time.

"This kid..."

Old Li, his body brimming with killing aura, suddenly grinned and started cursing.

"Much crazier than I was back then!"

Old Zhao said nothing, but silently picked up a few black pieces and clack‑clack dropped them onto the board.

The pieces fell like flying arrows, the killing aura surging.

What had been a dead position was instantly revived!

"Crazy moves are good."

"In these times, if you don't go crazy..."

"How can you keep those..."

Old Zhao looked up, his gaze fixed on the night sky over Chang'an, deep and profound.

"Crawling out of hell... a thousand‑year evil spirit?"