Forcibly Breaking Open the Mausoleum

As long as something doesn't concern them, people generally exhibit a broad-minded and understanding attitude.

But once something happens to you, it's no longer just a grain of sand in the era, but an unbearable weight like Mount Tai.

The remnants of the Luofu Dynasty had some loyal elders, but as the years passed, most of their descendants lost that loyalty and instead used the practice as a privilege to seek personal gain.

Once this privilege is broken, many remnants of the old regime will retaliate regardless of the cost.

This is the reaction when faced with external pressure, and it's clearly not much different when faced with internal troubles.

Many people have invested real money in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, even betting their entire fortunes, all in the hope of securing a business there that will last for centuries.

In a short time, the news that the headless skeleton in the tomb of Emperor Luo Li had risen up and murdered people spread through the previous helpers, and Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Shixue quickly stepped out of the tomb.

"Thieves are using the imperial tomb passage to harm people. You must seal off and guard the Luo Li Imperial Tomb strictly, and summon as many people as possible!"

Jin Shixue found Feng Ziqiang, who looked astonished outside the tomb. After a brief exchange, Feng Ziqiang began issuing orders.

"Historical research: Is it really possible to excavate this imperial tomb?"

After the orders were given one after another, Feng Ziqiang looked at Min Ziyan, who was paralyzed on the ground and almost insane. Min Ziyan was the young helper who had previously accompanied Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Shixue in and out of the imperial tomb. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"The Mausoleum of Emperor Luo Li is an empty tomb. Apart from the imperial coffin containing the remains, there is nothing else. It is not afraid of being damaged, so we can dig it up directly," Jin Shixue said, forcing himself to speak.

That's what they say, but...

"Mr. Feng, think about the consequences if those words get out. It's one thing if some of our own people leave, but if tourists are afraid to come to places like this in the future, the consequences will be unbearable!"

As Feng Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, he heard Jin Shixue lean over and whisper something, which made his face turn bright red.

Murder is nothing serious; people die everywhere. But things involving ghosts and spirits have a much bigger impact.

Even though modern people are no longer superstitious, while they may say they don't believe it, their behavior shows they avoid getting involved in trouble.

If the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum were to become the target of rumors, thus affecting the future revenue of the entire scenic area, Feng Ziqiang felt it would be unbearable.

"Dig! Dig up this tomb! Find it, whether it's a human or a ghost!"

After only a few seconds of thought, Feng Ziqiang had already pulled out his communicator and started calling for help.

Feng Ziqiang couldn't command ordinary workers, but there were quite a few old-fashioned people in the construction team, and there were also many people who could operate various heavy machines.

"Committee Member Zhang?"

Jin Shixue, his face still deathly pale, looked at Zhang Xuezhou, trying to get a definite answer from Zhang Xuezhou.

Jin Shixue followed Zhang Xuezhou's advice and began excavation work at the tomb of Emperor Luo Li, but Jin Shixue was well aware that the intimidation he was facing was not an ordinary situation.

Jin Shixue vaguely sensed that the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum area was not like the tomb complexes he had studied in the past, but was filled with things he did not know.

However, the time span was too long. The terror he experienced at the Luowu Emperor's Mausoleum was built 500 years ago, while the Luoli Emperor's Mausoleum was built less than 100 years ago.

No matter how much knowledge he had about tombs, Jin dynasty historians could not understand the connection between them.

At this point, he pinned his hopes on Zhang Xuezhou, wanting to see if someone with Zhang Xuezhou's keen observation skills had discovered anything.

"Let's dig and see!"

Looking at the imperial tomb, which spanned hundreds of meters in diameter and tens of meters in height, Zhang Xuezhou was unsure whether he had enough time or if he could catch anything, big or small.

He looked at the hard soil, as hard as stone, and didn't have any particularly good solutions.

He only nodded slightly when the deafening sounds of excavators and bulldozers reached his ears.

It can take months to clear an ancient tomb, and it is quite normal for an imperial mausoleum to take a year and a half to excavate.

However, the destruction of a worthless imperial tomb can be accomplished in just one or two days by violently digging away its hard soil layer.

If there are enough digging and bulldozing machines, this time can be even shorter.

Zhang Xuezhou had previously felt that the construction site of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was too noisy and the smell in the air was also terrible.

But at that moment, he only felt that noise had its advantages, and a large number of people also had their strengths.

Leaving aside the number of high-end technical personnel among the old guard, there is clearly no shortage of excavator operators or locksmiths.

The machines in the area contracted by the Zuo Household were continuously unlocked and moved closer to the imperial tomb area to begin hard excavation, while the roar of excavators and other special vehicles could be heard approaching from afar.

As the crowds who had gathered for the ceremony and the lively atmosphere gradually withdrew, messages were sent out, and others worked together to install lights and wires in the area, illuminating it as if it were daytime.

Everything proceeded in a chaotic manner, but the work was not slow, and more and more people joined the operation with shovels and dustpans.

Zhang Xuezhou found a favorable upwind vantage point and focused his gaze on the imperial mausoleum area, which covered more than 10,000 square meters.

Is Committee Member Zhang here?

Zhang Xuezhou had not responded to Jin Shixue before, and Jin Shixue was unable to withstand the impact on his body again. At this time, he was lying flat on a stretcher receiving massage and injections.

The one who came to question Zhang Xuezhou again was Feng Ziqiang, who had been giving the orders.

The temperature was low at night, but Feng Ziqiang took a towel and kept wiping away his sweat.

Jin Shixue was not among the top-tier individuals in the Scarlet Alliance State, but he was the strongest among the remnants of the old regime.

Min Ziyan, who was almost driven mad, was one thing, but the fate of Jin Shixue undoubtedly made Feng Ziqiang feel uneasy. He felt that the well-ordered Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was fraught with risks, which was difficult for him to bear for a while.

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou, the only normal person among those who had entered and exited the imperial tomb, he couldn't help but want to know more, yet he also stayed close to Zhang Xuezhou to avoid risks.

Regardless, Zhang Xuezhou's reputation in the Scarlet Alliance State is indeed quite good. As the first-place winner of the Wanping Youth Challenge, he almost stands out from the crowd and is regarded by many as the number one expert of the younger generation.

"Committee Member Zhang, you don't seem to have a gun on you. Would you like to borrow mine for self-defense?"

Feng Ziqiang stuffed the sweat-soaked towel into his pocket and then took out a small, gold-colored pistol from inside his coat.

He couldn't ask Zhang Xuezhou directly, so he first took out a pistol for self-defense to show his sincerity, and then looked at Zhang Xuezhou expectantly.

"Okay, then I'll take it and use it!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded and took the pistol from him.

Although Feng Ziqiang was very sincere, the other party even gave Zhang Xuezhou his sidearm, which clearly showed that Feng Ziqiang didn't think much of his own bodyguards and instead entrusted his safety to Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind Feng Ziqiang's little scheme. He pointed to the open space behind him, which relieved Feng Ziqiang, who quickly squatted down behind Zhang Xuezhou.

"Committee Member Zhang, that... I mean, the one in the tomb, did it really come back to life?"

Feng Ziqiang asked in a low voice. Zhang Xuezhou was about to shake his head to confirm that the dead could not be brought back to life when a muffled sound came. A golden aura of fortune rose up from the west side of the imperial tomb and slowly floated northward.

This made him stand up instantly and run out. When the wind and waves shook his feet, Zhang Xuezhou slid a distance of several feet and also chased after him in the northwest direction, leaving only Feng Ziqiang behind, stomping his feet, jumping up and down, panting heavily as he chased after him.