Taking advantage of the darkness, Jin Buhuan took Xiang Tian and Qian Yaoming and hurried to the garrison at the entrance of the village.
"How long have they been gone?"
"I've been walking for more than half an hour, heading in that direction."
Xiang Di pointed forward and said.
"Uncle Ming, you stay and keep an eye on the situation. Xiang Tian and Xiang Di, I, and I will follow to see what's going on."
"Don't leave me alone, I'll follow you."
"Uncle Ming, I think you should forget it."
Qian Yaoming is already almost seventy years old. Let alone having him fight with tomb robbers, going up the mountain this late at night would probably make him feel very uncomfortable. It was already a challenge for him. If something happens to him, my antique shop will suffer heavy losses.
"You are bullying me for being old, right? Fifty years ago, I once traveled through three mountains alone. Can you do it?"
"Old Qian, you have the nerve to talk about fifty years ago? My dad was still wearing diapers at that time!"
"No, no one can stop me! Old man, I have been in the antique industry for decades and have never encountered a tomb robber. I must experience it myself, otherwise when my grandson asks me, I will not be able to Bragging.”
Jin Buhuan couldn't convince him, so he could only ask Xiang Tianzhao to keep an eye on him. Once the old man started to gasp for air, he would immediately stop his activities and take a rest.
The four of them started walking up the mountain, and Qian Yaoming's breathing became heavier and heavier. He stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed helplessly, "Time makes people grow old!"
Jin Buhuan smiled and scolded: "Wouldn't it be better if you had realized this ten minutes earlier? Xiang Tian, when you send Uncle Ming back, remember to ask your mother to make him a bowl of ginger soup. The humidity on this mountain is heavy, and he I’m sweating all over, and I might catch a cold or fever tomorrow.”
After bidding farewell to Qian Yaoming, Jin Buhuan and Xiang Di set foot on the mountain peak again. This time without Uncle Ming as a drag, both of them ran as hard as they could.
After more than ten minutes of sprinting, Xiang Di, the former special soldier, was already a little exhausted and began to breathe heavily. However, Jin Buhuan beside him seemed effortless, breathing smoothly and showing no signs of fatigue.
"The boss looks gentle and gentle, but he has such good physical strength!"
"It's hard to handle. If you can't even compare with the boss, then your salary will be deducted by him!"
Although Xiang Di has retired for many years, the sense of glory of the special forces has not diminished. Once he has a comparative mentality, he goes all out and sprints hard.
Jin Buhuan followed him unhurriedly, always keeping close behind him, but the distance could never be widened.
After walking for a period of time, we were halfway up the mountain without realizing it.
"Slow down, stop!"
Jin Buhuan suddenly whispered.
Xiang Di was secretly happy in his heart: "Hey, the boss still hasn't been able to surpass me after all. He must finally surrender."
Jin Buhuan reminded in a low voice: "Did you see the light ahead? I think Jiang Hua and the others should be in that direction. We'd better slow down and not disturb them."
Xiang Di's heart trembled. He realized that he was so immersed in the competition with Jin Buhuan that he ignored the surrounding environment and almost made a big mistake. He took a deep breath and reminded himself to stay alert so he wouldn't make the same mistake again.
The two of them approached forward cautiously. Following the faint light, they turned around a mountain col and found a searchlight set up fifty meters ahead.
They noticed that the tombstones of the ancient tombs had been torn down and dug a tunnel to get down. Two tomb robbers who were on guard duty were standing guard near the robber's cave, smoking idly.
Jin Buhuan looked around and recalled how he often chopped firewood here in his childhood, but at that time he did not know that there was an ancient tomb hidden in this inconspicuous place.
Xiang Di scratched his head and whispered: "The situation is not right."
