Emperor Fu's Three Treasures

"East Shandong University, East Shandong University finishes Western Mountain University, Western Mountain University, Western Mountain University finishes East Shandong University..."

After a few sips of energy drinks, Zuo Quan and Zuo Jin played buddy-buddy for a while.

However, their period of peace was short-lived.

One person sits in the bulldozer cab, and the other in the excavator cab. Maintaining distance between them still allows for the affectionate relationship that comes with Lineage members. However, the feeling is completely different when they are in the same tent.

Zuo Quan (Zuo Jin) often felt that the other party wanted to kill him.

They had been fighting for nearly thirty years since they were old enough to understand things. If they were to say that the two of them had given up all their ambitions because of the brutal mediation of the Sequence Committee, neither of them would believe it.

"I feel a little dizzy. Zuo Jin, did you put something in your drink?!"

"Screw you! I still feel a bit uncomfortable in my throat after eating the duck neck. Are you trying to renege on your debt after losing a rock-paper-scissors game?!"

"I'll give you 10,000 yuan for every time I lose. It's not like I can't afford 30,000 yuan. Besides, I'll win it back after a few more rounds. This kind of rock-paper-scissors game has a 50/50 chance of winning or losing. Why would I be afraid of losing? I really feel dizzy. You must have drugged me!"

Get lost, I don't want to play with you!

Zuo Jin cursed and swore, while Zuo Quan felt that something was wrong with him all over.

One of them threw away a drink, and the other retaliated by throwing away a duck neck.

The atmosphere was tense at one point, but of course, once they've fallen out, they can forget about getting back together tonight.

"I'm going outside for some fresh air," Zuo Quan finally said.

"Don't blame me if you die after being drugged by the grass," Zuo Jin said gloomily. "I won't be able to save you then!"

"Who knows, that grass might even be hiding inside the tent watching your live stream!"

Zuo Quan retorted with an equally unpleasant remark before crawling out of the shaded tent.

The Eastern Mountain Imperial Mausoleum was a geomantically auspicious site chosen by the Luofu Dynasty, but such a place is not particularly friendly to ordinary people.

A cold wind blew through the cemetery, and Zuo Quan couldn't help but feel a bit chilly.

He glanced at the lights about 500 meters away, which was the task force's temporary encampment, and felt a sense of warmth from the distant lights.

"What kind of surveillance system is this? They won't even let us hang a single light!"

Zuo Quan muttered a couple of things, then looked around and decided that going down to drain the water and detoxify in the dark was the most suitable option.

He found a place to loosen his belt, not caring whether it was the tomb of Emperor Luo Fu or Emperor Luo Shan, and even hissed a few times while relieving himself.

After finishing his physical needs, he couldn't help but glance at the tent not far away, and then at the imperial mausoleum with its passageway now open.

From Zuo Quan's personal perspective, he felt that Qin Wenhan's search for the entrance was slightly off, preventing them from hitting the entrance monument on their first shovel.

He touched the charging light on his head, and the surroundings instantly lit up.

"Zuo Jin, keep an eye on things. I'm going to check out what good stuff is in the tomb of our Luofu Dynasty's most fortunate emperor. It'll be good for me to broaden my horizons!"

Zuo Quan wasn't particularly brave, but he knew the weakness of the purple sword orchid, and the fact that someone had already traversed the Luo Fu Emperor's Mausoleum gave him some ideas after drinking a few sips of energy drink.

He recalled the various gold and jewelry pieces he had seen in the live stream, and then thought about the rows and rows of utensils displayed, and couldn't help but mutter a curse.

"These things could definitely be used to open a large museum, and the ticket sales would be booming. It's pure profit with no need for constant upgrades and updates!"

He pondered for a few moments, then called out twice Zuo Jin the direction of Zuo Jin's tent.

After fastening the safety harness, Zuo Quan quickly put on a black hood, leaving only a round hole for the camera.

After securing the spare video recorder brought by the task force, Zuo Quan turned on the camera and, relying on the display on the video recorder, crawled into the imperial tomb.

The Mausoleum of Emperor Luo Fudi has a winding passageway, meaning that you have to go through nine different passageways to get in.

There were bound to be traps and mechanisms, but Zuo Quan didn't do anything reckless. He followed the trails left by many others and occasionally glanced at the structure of the Luo Fu Emperor's Mausoleum. He felt that this kind of place had a large area and was extremely suitable for building an underground museum, which would save money on the cost of building a site to display cultural relics.

"This winding passage can be easily converted into visitor flow control by simply removing two walls or drilling a few holes!"

He mentioned the development plan several times, and fantasized about pushing it forward at future meetings.

Zuo Quan's life sequence is untraceable, and he finds research too mentally taxing. Making money is the only thing that feels easier. He ponders some development ideas, thinking that only by constantly making money can he enrich his life and also provide his son Zuo Teng with extra financial support for his development.

He realized that his son had somehow managed to dial a phone number.

The phone went unanswered. Zuo Quan glanced at the owner information on the phone and considered the time. He concluded that it was normal for Zuo Teng not to answer the call.

Firstly, Zuo Teng doesn't like answering calls from strangers, and secondly, it's too late now.

With his mind full of distracting thoughts, he quickened his pace and took a few more steps.

Walking a kilometer in the correct direction, you will enter the mausoleum where Luo Yan's remains are located.

As the numerous gold artifacts he had vaguely seen in the live stream came into view in the footage captured by the camera, Zuo Quan felt that seeing them in person was far better than watching the live stream.

Moreover, he can get closer to watch, unlike Zhang Xuezhou and others who randomly switch cameras during their live streams.

"Emperor Luo Fu had three treasures: a baby to prolong life (I wonder if it was buried with him), a Tongtian ruler that seemed to measure one's health, a blood-red jade to protect the liver and nourish the heart, and some kind of spiritual jade that, when soaked in water, would refresh the mind and spirit..."

Zuo Quan kept talking about the treasures he wanted to search, then waved his hand in the mausoleum, gesturing towards the live-streaming equipment that was hanging somewhere in the crowd.

He glanced around but couldn't see any gladiolus emitting a purple light in the image displayed on the monitor.

This made him feel more at ease as he searched around.

If he couldn't take the treasures from the mausoleum with him, borrowing them to enjoy the treatment of a former emperor shouldn't be a problem. Even if the other members of the order were dissatisfied, Zuo Quan felt that it wouldn't hurt for him to use them in the mausoleum.

After searching through the pile of jade artifacts, Zuo Quan pulled out a jade pillar over a meter long, and he felt that this was very likely the legendary Tongtian Ruler that reaches the heavens.

"What do you mean by 'jade ruler'? 'Jade stick' would be more accurate!"

Zuo Quan wiped his outer garment with the jade pillar, and the pale blue jade pillar immediately turned bright red.

What chemical reaction?

He was somewhat puzzled, feeling that there were still some inexplicable things about the ancient royal family, after all, he had never seen jade change color just by rubbing it on clothes.

"... Hey Zuo Jin, what are you doing taking pictures of me like that? You're scaring me half to death!"

Zuo Quan studied the jade pillar for a while, repeatedly switching between different areas using the camera on the visual device. After the jade pillar's color faded, he wiped it repeatedly to test it.

He only jumped up with a start when he felt a pat on the back.

Before the camera on the visual device could turn around, Zuo Quan felt a sharp pain in his waist. He felt as if a sharp sword had pierced through his waist, almost piercing through his body. Even the gold silk armor he was wearing could not stop this penetrating piercing.

This caused his body to secrete hormones rapidly. Zuo Quan opened his mouth as if to scream for help, but in an instant, his body was surrounded by purple light, which shone through his almost opaque clothes.

Zuo Quan's eyes widened.

His strength and life were rapidly fading away. In his daze, he seemed to see Zuo Lianguang leading him and Zuo Jin have a meal together, and his young mother smiling at him.

That was a very happy time for him, though it was short.

The older he got, the more troubles he had.

After settling down and starting a family, he lost his former carefree spirit and became consumed by endless scheming and competition.

The beautiful time was short but worth remembering. Zuo Quan stared wide-eyed at his parents.

Having experienced the illusion firsthand, he knew perfectly well that everything he was seeing was fake, but Zuo Quan couldn't shake off this control.

He stared blankly at all of this, and finally transformed into the child whose hand was being held.

After a slight smile appeared on his pained face, Zuo Quan collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, his body writhing back and forth.