"The people ahead probably made it this far before being stopped by this Large Stone Gate. Maybe the Main Tomb Chamber is behind it."
"This also means those people haven't damaged this tomb chamber yet. That's a blessing in disguise."
Professor Tang gazed at the gate and sighed. In a corner where no one could see, however, a trace of madness flickered in his eyes.
No one could have imagined that Professor Tang, who had still been sighing over the gate a moment ago, would attack Jiang Han the next.
The instant he lunged forward, Su Qiao had already carried Jiang Han four or five meters away.
Once she had steadied herself, she looked at Professor Tang with a half-smile. "Professor, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Another reason Professor Tang's ambush had failed was that Old He had stopped him.
Professor Tang's face turned livid. "Old Man He, what do you mean by this?"
Hadn't they agreed long ago that once they reached the gate, they would seize the opportunity to act—one of them killing Jiang Han while the other restrained Su Qiao?
Professor Tang no longer looked kind and benevolent. His face was filled with viciousness.
The cane in his hand looked like an ordinary piece of wood, but a blade had now sprung from its tip.
Old Man He had also shed his honest, simpleminded appearance. A murderous aura radiated from his entire body.
But the dagger in his hand was pointed at Professor Tang. "You can't kill him."
"Why?"
"Do you want to betray me?"
With his plan ruined, Professor Tang was furious and no longer had the attention to spare for Su Qiao and the others.
Old Man He glanced toward Jiang Han, then roared furiously, "Because he's my son!"
"My son never died