Bang!
A thick solid-wood door was instantly kicked open and buckled. Even the wood, four or five centimeters thick, cracked, showing just how powerful that kick had been.
That single kick silenced the entire house.
I led the way, walking straight inside without a second thought.
The moment I entered, I caught the "earthy stench" filling the house.
An ordinary person would never have noticed it, but it was very similar to the odors I had smelled in the great tomb on Chicken Head Mountain and the tombs on Bone Mountain and Ba Mountain back home.
The interior was lavishly decorated, mostly with rosewood furniture carved with dragons and phoenixes.
There were plenty of vases and ornaments, all of which looked expensive. Most had probably been looted from ancient tombs.
Just then, footsteps rang out.
"Who's there?"
"Who is it?"
Several people rushed out of the dining room ahead as they spoke.
One was Fatty Qiong. Several young thugs stood beside him, including two who had staked us out at the entrance to the Antique Appraisal Studio.
Behind them stood a little old man with graying hair and tiny eyes.
There were seven or eight of them altogether.
They were stunned to see us.
Especially Fatty Qiong.
His face was still badly swollen, with a clearly visible handprint on it.
The instant he saw us, he flinched, then blurted out in astonishment:
"Y-you guys... how did you find this place?"
I stood at the front, my chin raised.
"What? Is it so strange that we found you here?"
"You fat bastard! You tried to get us killed. You must have a death wish!"
Pan Ling cursed at him from behind me too.
Although Fatty Qiong was puzzled to see us, remembering that he was in his uncle's house restored some