Chapter 125: The Thousand-Year Curse Borne by the Zhou Family

The investigation team leader even walked over specifically to offer a polite apology.

"Ms. Bai, Professor Zhou, sorry to have disturbed you today!"

"Please rest assured, we will definitely handle this matter strictly."

Bai Wei was the Image Ambassador participating in the Antique Exhibition, representing the image of the nation of Huaxia, so he naturally dared not be negligent.

Two police cars, sirens blaring, drove all the way out of the village.

Outside the gate, a group of villagers gathered to watch the excitement, pointing and gesturing.

Bai Wei hurriedly closed the main gate, turned around, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Professor Zhou, I really owe you today."

"The matter of letting me be the Image Ambassador, you didn't make that up, did you?"

Zhou Yuchuan also smiled, "This was an arrangement by the superiors; I just hadn't had the chance to notify you yet. You donated so many precious antiques for the exhibition and are very knowledgeable about them, so the superiors decided to have you serve as Huaxia's Image Ambassador to go to Jingcheng and participate in the antique exhibition jointly held by Huaxia and Yinglun."

Bai Wei was stunned.

This matter was actually true!

She was going to be an Image Ambassador representing the country, participating in an international exhibition?

This was something she hadn't even dared to imagine before.

At this moment, Zhou Yuchuan's casual voice sounded.

"By the way, those sniper rifles and hand grenades, didn't we put them in the Recreational Vehicle? Where did they go?"

"Ah?"

Bai Wei came back to her senses.

She couldn't possibly tell Zhou Yuchuan that she had teleported them to Daliang.

Zhou Yuchuan narrowed his eyes, quietly watching Bai Wei.

Bai Wei felt flustered under his gaze.

The items had vanished into thin air.

Zhou Yuchuan's IQ was too high; he wasn't so easily fooled.

The situation had been urgent at the time, so she hadn't given it much thought.

How was she supposed to explain this?

Bai Wei bit her lip, "Professor Zhou... if I said that there are some things I cannot explain, but I will never do anything to hurt others, would you believe me?"

Zhou Yuchuan paused for a second, then smiled and nodded.

"I believe you."

His smile was gentle, his gaze clear and shallow.

Zhou Yuchuan left without even asking another question.

Watching his retreating back, a trace of emotion welled up in Bai Wei's heart.

At the very beginning, she had been very wary of Zhou Yuchuan, thinking he had ulterior motives.

But as time passed, she realized he was a good person, had no malicious intent, and on the contrary, had helped her with many things.

Once Zhou Yuchuan left, Bai Wei called a security company.

"I want to install anti-theft barbed wire on the perimeter wall, as well as a high-voltage electric fence, as soon as possible."

The incident of the Aunt climbing the wall to peek must never happen a second time.

Bai Wei jumped into the Recreational Vehicle, sent the downloaded sniper rifle videos to Xiao Moting, and then returned to the bedroom to sleep.

Teleporting seven sniper rifles and hand grenades just now had almost drained her Mental Power.

Having teleported so many times, Bai Wei had gradually figured out the rules.

The more lethal the item, the more Mental Power it consumed.

Something as large as the cabin hadn't consumed as much as teleporting a single gun, because the cabin was just a prefabricated room and had almost no lethality to the ancients.

If it were replaced with a heavy tank, even if its volume were smaller than the cabin, with her current Mental Power, she would be unable to send it to Daliang.

……

Zhou Yuchuan walked out of the Farm and stood by the edge of the vegetable field to make a call.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were as cold as ice; the gentle smile from just moments ago had vanished from his handsome face.

A middle-aged woman's voice came through the phone receiver.

"Yuchuan, the family has found a fiancée for you. Return to Yanjing next month and get the wedding done."

Zhou Yuchuan's attitude was cold.

"Mom, I've already said, I have no intention of getting married in this life. Let the family call off the engagement."

"Call off the engagement? You are already twenty-seven years old; it will be too late if you don't get married and have children soon."

"Doesn't the family have the eldest brother? Let him inherit the family business."

The other party grew anxious, "The eldest brother is only an adopted son and has no blood relation to the Zhou Family. You are the true bloodline of the Zhou Family. Grandma hopes you will have an heir to inherit the family business in the future..."

"I am going to die; I only have three years of life left. Why should I harm another girl and make her a widow?" Zhou Yuchuan paused, his voice calm, "Let the Zhou Family's curse end with me."

"I tell you..."

"Beep—"

Zhou Yuchuan hung up the phone, expressionless.

His cold, dark eyes held no emotion, revealing an extreme coldness within their calm.

The ancestors of the Zhou Family were the top disciples of Guiguzi during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, specializing in yin/yang, able to observe the celestial phenomena at night and predict the future.

However, for reasons unknown.

All descendants of the Zhou Family never lived past the age of thirty.

This is a curse that has plagued the family for a thousand years; for centuries, not a single person of the Zhou Family has been able to escape it.

The Zhou Family founded an antique auction company, also through researching antiques, to find the reason for the family's curse and thereby break it.

His father researched it for ten years, and before he passed away, he finally found a clue in an ancient book.

That is, the origin of the Zhou Family Curse comes from a dynasty called Daliang.

But before his father had time to find the answer, he died on the day of his thirtieth birthday.

His mother was devastated with grief, and Zhou Yuchuan was only five years old; at the most naive age, he lost his father.

After growing up, he took over his father's dying wish; he became an archaeology professor, joined the Archaeology Team, and actively excavated the Zhenbei King Tomb of the Daliang Dynasty and collected Daliang antiques, all just to find the reason.

His mother remained a widow her whole life, and he would not let such a tragedy happen again.

After finishing his phone call, Zhou Yuchuan turned around and looked toward the direction of the Farm.

The source of the curse is in the Daliang Dynasty from a thousand years ago.

In the modern era, there is simply too little information about the Daliang Dynasty; only by returning to the Daliang of a thousand years ago can the reason for the Zhou Family Curse be found.

However, traveling back from the modern era to Daliang is simply an impossible thing.

Zhou Yuchuan said softly.

"Bai Wei, can I bet the fate of the Zhou Family's last three years on you?"

At the foot of the Altai Snow Mountain.

A row of gray-white Minivan convoys had their tires crush the snow and stop in a deserted village.

Behind them followed a line of motorcycle cavalry.

Xiao Moting jumped down from the Minivan and looked up to survey the area.

The village, having been ransacked by bandits, was already empty.

At the entrance of the village was a mass grave, with hundreds of villagers' corpses thrown in—men, women, old, and young... all of them; the corpses had already rotted, emitting waves of stench.

As the Beijiang Army passed by the pit, they all looked on with hatred and rage, their eyes turning red.

Needless to say, it must have been the work of the Rakshasa Bandits.

On a withered tree not far away, several dried corpses of villagers were hanging; judging by their sizes, they were vaguely a family of five.

Flocks of scavenging crows circled above the village, letting out shrill caws that made one's skin crawl.

Xiao Moting turned around and ordered in a deep voice.

"Wu Da, take a squad of soldiers and bury the villagers in the mass grave."

"Qin Zhan, take the Assault Team to patrol the entire village; if there is no enemy situation, we will set up camp in the village tonight."

"Tomorrow at noon, wait for the two thousand Beijiang Army cavalry to arrive and rendezvous, then we will attack the high ground occupied by the Rakshasa Bandits and rescue the villagers."