Looking High and Low for a Friend, Let Me See Where You're Hiding

"An easy way..."

Mu Fan glanced at Zhong Ming and smiled.

"You're a seasoned grave robber, you can't be without any other options, can you?"

Zhong Ming responded upon hearing this.

"Yes, there are, but the battlefield situation changes rapidly, and my method may not be the fastest."

"The Senior Brother Mu has only been here a short while, and he's already done a bombing run. His speed is definitely faster than mine."

Mu Fan nodded.

"Let's go then, I'll take you."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming immediately rushed towards Mu Fan.

The two then headed towards the location of the teleportation array, one after the other.

A short while later, a teleportation array belonging to a certain faction flashed, and the two figures appeared.

"Um."

Mu Fan glanced around and pointed.

"There."

After saying that, the two headed straight for the location of the stronghold.

After finding a way to get into the faction, Zhong Ming glanced around and then a smile appeared on his face.

"That's impressive; this faction has ancestral graves, and they don't even hide it."

Soon, the two approached the location of the ancestral tomb of this faction.

They stopped nearby.

Although the ancestral tomb is visible at a glance, a scan with divine sense would reveal layers of power seals surrounding it.

If one were to force their way in, it would inevitably take an extremely long time.

Zhong Ming turned to look at Mu Fan.

"Senior Brother Mu, let's begin the lesson."

Mu Fan smiled upon hearing this.

"This doesn't need to be taught; this trick is hard to learn."

"But I can get it in for you."

After saying that, before Zhong Ming could respond, Mu Fan picked up the cloth bag and said...

"Go in first."

The bag swept past in the next moment, and Zhong Ming's figure disappeared completely from the spot.

Mu Fan glanced into the distance and hummed casually.

"Looking and looking for my friend, let me see where you're hiding?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Fan immediately activated the Realm of Mirrors.

Brush--

The next moment, a faint smile appeared on Mu Fan's face.

"You made the right bet!"

At this moment, on the other side of the Realm of Mirrors, Mu Fan's figure had already appeared in the tomb.

Its interior space is quite spacious, and the coffin in the very center is clearly not an ordinary one.

"Come out, my junior brother."

Mu Fan picked up the cloth bag and swung it around.

The next moment, Zhong Ming's figure appeared in this space.

"Hiss--"

Upon seeing the scene before him, especially the coffin, Zhong Ming took a deep breath, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"This looks like a good product."

After saying that, he surveyed the area, and finally a smile appeared on his face as he spoke.

"I never expected this, I really never expected it."

"They left their ancestor here without even taking any precautions."

With that, Zhong Ming began to walk down.

Mu Fan, standing nearby, spoke up to offer a reminder.

"Take it easy, lest you capsize."

"Don't worry, senior brother."

As Zhong Ming spoke, he had already arrived beside the coffin.

The next moment, he took out a long stick and pressed it against the lid of the coffin.

Take a deep breath, and then exert force forcefully.

"Come on, open the lid and you'll get a prize!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the coffin lid was pushed open.

Perhaps due to the array or other means used, the lid was pushed open very smoothly, without the slightest hesitation.

Inside that coffin lay a Jingjing old body.

Mu Fan glanced at it using the system and then nodded.

It's completely cold.

Although it has passed away and we don't know how long it has been here, it still looks like a living person, only as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhong Ming glanced at it briefly and nodded in satisfaction.

This trip was worthwhile.

As he spoke, he immediately got to work.

"This is..."

Mu Fan sensed the area outside the tomb, his brow twitching slightly.

"Someone else is coming; it seems we've been discovered."

"It's time to prepare to run away."

"Count down to the last three numbers."

"Three, two, one..."

The moment the word "one" was uttered, Mu Fan swept the sack over his shoulder, stuffing Zhong Ming into it, and then his figure vanished from the spot.

Almost immediately, a figure appeared on the spot.

Upon seeing the coffin with its lid already opened on the ground, his expression changed drastically, and he let out a soft cry.

"Not good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared before the coffin.

Only when he saw the figure lying peacefully in the coffin did he breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time his brows furrowed.

Just then, another figure arrived.

Seeing the situation on the field, he immediately frowned and asked a question.

What happened?

The person standing next to the coffin immediately responded.

"I said back then that we should set up protective barriers around the coffin. Look, even the ancestor was disturbed just now."

At this moment, the people who arrived later also reached the side of the coffin, glanced at the open lid, and asked.

"You didn't open it?"

The person who arrived first snorted coldly.

"Looks like you're even less interested than I am."

The later visitor did not respond to this, only saying...

"Although there aren't many special methods here, there are definitely more guards outside. How could someone have come here to disturb the Ancestor for no reason?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sound suddenly came from inside the coffin.

"No one will disturb me."

"Ancestor, I just woke up."

"What?"

Startled by the sudden sound, the two instinctively looked in the direction from which it came.

Inside the coffin, the figure that had been lying Jingjing just moments before had now opened its eyes.

Instantly, both of them were visibly shaken, their faces filled with disbelief.

One of them even stammered as he spoke.

"Ancestor, you... you're not dead?!"

"Um?"

Inside the coffin, a figure frowned.

The next moment, he sat up abruptly.

He didn't speak, but just stared at the person who spoke, then turned to look at another person.

The person asking the question swallowed hard.

Although he was also addressed as "ancestor" by the younger generation in the clan, he also had a look of "I don't know" on his face at this moment.

With such a living ancestor right in front of you, he is the real deal.

Such a scene is something I could never even dream of.

At this moment, the other person's gaze calmed down a bit as he looked at the figure sitting up from the coffin, and he spoke.

"Ancestor... is it really you?"

Upon hearing this, the figure inside the coffin glanced at him, snorted, and let out a long "hmm."

The next moment, he raised his hand and made a fist, took one inhale, then two inhales, and then spoke.

"Come."

As the words fell, in another building within this faction, a long sword on a stone platform suddenly trembled slightly.

Thump, thump, the impact struck the stone platform below, producing a series of clanging sounds.

What happened?

Immediately, several figures appeared at the scene.

Upon seeing the trembling knife, several people exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"This ancestor's blade has remained untouched for so many years, with no descendant able to resonate with it. What's going on now?"

As someone spoke, the long sword trembled even more violently, as if it were trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

"So now we..."

Someone spoke, but before they could finish, the long sword on the stone platform suddenly flew backward.

With a whoosh, it transformed into a streak of light, crashed diagonally through the wall, and disappeared from that spot.