No matter what, Black Emperor was my family's dog. His "beloved consort" could also be considered the Jiang Family's "dog daughter-in-law."
We weren't stingy with our own dog.
So I said to Black Emperor:
"Alright, Black Emperor. I still have some ginseng slices. When I get back to the city, I'll bring you some."
At those words, Black Emperor's dog mouth practically couldn't close from his grin.
He chuckled at me a few times.
"Woof woof, Ningzi, you brat really are one I raised. Good, good, woof woof woof..."
"Black Emperor, are there a lot of those Old White Bones over there? Didn't the archaeological team clean up all the bones when they came before?"
Black Emperor led the way ahead.
"What did they even clear? Those were just some Funeral Sacrifice pits on the outskirts. There are even more deeper inside. The real King Ba's Mausoleum is in there."
"Oh? King Ba's Mausoleum?"
I was somewhat surprised.
Our Bountiful City was known as the capital of the Ghost Kingdom.
There had also once been ruins of the Ba Kingdom here.
But that was all from over a thousand years ago. It wasn't until Qin entered Sichuan and unified the kingdoms of Ba and Shu that the Ba Kingdom was truly destroyed.
If it was King Ba's Mausoleum, there might be many tombs inside.
Black Emperor nodded.
"That's right, King Ba's Mausoleum. You'll know when we get there, but don't take anything inside at random. There's King Ba's curse!"
"Understood!"
The Ancient Ba Kingdom believed in shamanic culture, which was the origin of the unorthodox arts in today's Feng Shui circles.
It made sense that the burial goods within King Ba's mausoleum had been placed under shamanic curses.
I just didn't know why, after all these years, those curses could