"Hey, look! What's on the ground in front?" Xue Fang suddenly spoke up.

The two hurried over and saw a pile of military backpacks under the wall. The backpacks looked bulky, as if they had something inside.

Jia Jing opened one of the backpacks and saw an iron kettle, three compressed biscuits, and a flashlight inside. Jia Jing couldn't help but call out to Hu Zili: "Come on! There's food and water here."

Hu Zili was naturally very happy to hear that there was food and water.

However, it was Wu Wei who was faster. He jumped down from the stone table and headed straight for the wall.

"Wow, there's really food here!" Hu Zili couldn't believe it, licking his dry lips, "I feel like I haven't eaten anything for days, and I'm both hungry and thirsty."

Jia Jing picked up the kettle, and its weight made her face light up with joy. She shook it and heard the sound of water inside, saying excitedly, "It's full!"

Xue Fang was also very happy: "Great! There are several of them here." She was about to reach out to pick up a backpack, but was pushed aside by someone.

Wu Wei pushed them aside, picked up all the backpacks on the ground, and hugged them tightly.

Jia Jing was almost knocked over by him and angrily shouted at him, "What are you grabbing?"

Hu Zili was also a little annoyed by Wu Wei's actions: "We all have them, there's no need to grab them."

Wu Wei sneered and glanced at the three of them: "There's so little here, not enough for me to eat. Besides, we still don't know how to get out. I have to take more."

Jia Jing couldn't help it and pointed at him, accusing him like a lit firecracker: "How can you be like this? Put the bags down, they belong to everyone!"

Wu Wei ran away, sticking out his tongue and cursing her: "Jia Yaopo beats the child without mercy. She either pinches or twists, and if not with a whip, then with a rope."

Jia Jing was furious: "Who are you calling Yaopo?"

Wu Wei ran while looking back: "Whoever responds, that's who I'm calling!"

Jia Jing chased after him. They chased each other around the stone table. It wasn't until Zhou Xuehai came over and grabbed Wu Wei that Xue Fang ran over to help Jia Jing, who was panting.

After listening to Jia Jing's story, Zhou Xuehai's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked angrily at Wu Wei, who was still holding onto the backpacks. "How could you do this? We should be helping each other now. Why are you still so selfish?" Seeing Wu Wei bow his head and not speak, he could only sigh and say to the other side, "Jia Comrade, I'll ask him to give the bags back later."

Jia Jing was still angry and shouted, "Is that it? Not only did he steal the backpacks, but he also insulted me."

Zhou Xuehai glared at Wu Wei again, unable to do anything, and said to Jia Jing, "What do you suggest we do?"

Hearing this, Jia Jing was also at a loss. What could they do in this situation?

Wu Wei saw that Jia Jing was weakening and jumped up proudly, saying, "Who said I wouldn't give them to you? You three women only need one!" As he spoke, he threw a backpack at Jia Jing. Jia Jing took the backpack and angrily pointed at Wu Wei, saying to Zhou Xuehai, "Look at him, what kind of person is he? So all three of us women only get one bag?"

Zhou Xuehai was also angry. He looked at Wu Wei, shook his head, and said helplessly, "Give it to them quickly, and don't take too much. If you offend everyone, you'll have to walk out alone."

Hao Youfu walked over, looking at the group of people feeling bored. "You guys still have the energy to argue. There's water and food, let's eat quickly. I'm too thirsty... and that kid, give me a backpack."

Wu Wei saw that several people were not happy, and slowly distributed the bags in his arms.

Jia Jing saw that Wu Wei was still holding onto two backpacks and was about to scold him.

Wu Wei slung the backpack over his body and urged Jia Jing, "I'm helping my brother carry them. Can you control it?"

Jia Jing sneered, "You're helping Zhou Comrade carry them. In the end, they'll all end up in your stomach."

"Jia Yaopo!"

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"Who are you calling that?"

Seeing that the two were about to start another fight, Zhou Xuehai pulled Wu Wei to the side and separated the two.

Jia Jing was too lazy to bother with Wu Wei and asked Zhou Xuehai angrily, "How did his mother raise him like this?"

Seeing that Wu Wei had gone to the side, Zhou Xuehai whispered to Jia Jing, "He's an only child, with three sisters before him. His parents loved him so much that they married off all three daughters to pay for his education."

Jia Jing nodded and pointed at Wu Wei, saying with disdain, "I won't spoil him. I'm not his mother!"

Hao Youfu was anxious and twisted the cap of the water bottle, muttering, "Who tightened this cap so much? It's so tight."

When he finally opened it, he was about to pour it into his mouth, but was stopped by Liu Kaiwen. "Wait!" Liu Kaiwen said to everyone, "How many bags are there?"

Hao Youfu's throat rolled, and he swept everyone's bags with his eyes before blinking, "Nine."

Liu Kaiwen stared at him and asked, "Who knows that there are nine of us?"

Hao Youfu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he lost his voice for a while. The other people had different expressions, even the most aggressive Jia Jing was staring at the water bottle in her hand, her hands slightly trembling. With a bang, Xue Fang's backpack fell to the ground, echoing in the tomb. "Are they poisoning us?" Xue Fang asked tremblingly. The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

Hao Youfu clicked his tongue and replied with difficulty, "If they really want us dead, do they need poison? They could have just sealed us in there when we were on top... But if they tied us up and prepared food and drink for us... it doesn't make sense!"

Liu Kaiwen had some thoughts from before, but he didn't dare to say them now, or he couldn't say them all. He didn't know the background of these eight people. Moreover, this kind of thing was too incredible, and not everyone could accept it.

After thinking about it, he decided to say something superficial first. "Have you noticed that we've been led around by that group from the beginning? From being tied up to coming here, to breaking through the wall, it was all set up by them. We have nine people, and there are nine backpacks here..."

"A tomb?!"

Before Liu Kaiwen could finish his sentence, Xue Fang screamed.

Hao Youfu looked at everyone's expressions, especially Xue Fang's pale face, and cleared his throat, "Let's call it a tomb, but we didn't see any coffins or boxes, not even a bit of wood debris. Call it an antechamber or an ear chamber, but the shape is not right. Hey! Where is the table in the middle? I was also wondering what this place was."

Zhao Yihui, who had been quiet, spoke up: "This should be a tomb. Look!" She lifted her flashlight and shone it on the tomb wall in front of them. "This painting shows a group of people drinking and having fun; next to it is a painting of people riding horses, looks like they're hunting; this painting seems to be of people meditating..."

The group followed the flashlight beam and listened to Zhao Yihui's explanation.

"Seems like that's the case," Jia Jing nodded constantly.

Haoyoufu looked at Zhao Yihui in surprise and said, "Wow! Comrade Zhao, you understand all this!"

The group walked over to the tomb wall and began to study the murals.

The murals had simple lines, and some things were depicted very abstractly, but they captured the characteristics of the objects, making them recognizable.

"Ah!" Haoyoufu's eyes were almost blurry from looking at the murals, constantly exclaiming, "If my uncle sees this, he'll go crazy."

Zhao Yihui looked at him strangely and asked nonchalantly, "Is your uncle a historian?"

Haoyoufu was still studying the murals and casually replied, "He's a person who didn't even finish primary school. What research can he do?" Turning his head, he noticed Zhao Yihui's gaze and couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! Don't think too much. My uncle just messes around with antiques, sells them to buyers in big cities, and makes some travel and labor expenses."

Zhao Yihui didn't say anything, just stared at him.

"Hey! Don't you believe me?" Haoyoufu became a little anxious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhao Yihui smiled and said, "Nothing!" Then she walked to the side and looked at the murals.

Liu Kaiwen had heard their conversation and walked over, patting Haoyoufu on the back. "Did you figure anything out?"

Haoyoufu snapped out of his daze and saw that it was Liu Kaiwen, pointing to the mural in front of him and saying, "Why does this painting look so familiar to me? Look, the table in the middle, the walls on both sides, and the small circles on the top..."

Liu Kaiwen heard this and suddenly looked back, surveying the surroundings. He thought that this was the tomb depicted in the painting. The small circles on the top of the painting were like the glowing stones on the tomb ceiling. "Wow! What's on the table? Fruits, wine bottles, wine glasses... what's this?"

Haoyoufu stared at the pattern, muttering to himself.

"Pig's head!" Zhao Yihui walked over at some point and added.

Haoyoufu became unhappy and stared at her. "Who are you calling a pig's head?"

Zhao Yihui chuckled and revealed a dimple on her cheek, saying, "I mean, the painting is of a pig's head."

Haoyoufu looked at the mural again, nodded, and suddenly realized, "Oh... it's a pig's head, this shape is like a pig's ear, and this is the pig's nose and mouth... good job, Comrade Zhao!"

Haoyoufu became more and more impressed with Zhao Yihui and asked her,

"Take a look at these lines. What are they?"

Zhao Yihui aimed her flashlight at the lines and looked back and forth a few times before cautiously saying, "They look like the claws of a chicken or a duck."

"The tomb owner really knew how to enjoy himself, picking out the most exquisite food to eat. How many claws can you get from a chicken or duck?" Haoyoufu sighed.

"What about those things?" Liu Kaiwen asked.

"What?"

Liu Kaiwen glanced at him and continued, "This painting should be of this place. What about the things on the table?"

Haoyoufu slapped his head and exclaimed, "Gosh! I was just saying it looks familiar. It turns out it's painted right here. Those circles are..." He raised the flashlight and shone it on the tomb ceiling in the middle.

Everyone's eyes followed his gaze.

"What kind of stone is this? Fluorite?"

Jia Jing shook her head and looked at Haoyoufu. "Fluorite usually doesn't glow on its own. It usually absorbs light sources and diffuses light. I think the largest round stone contains some special mineral components, which is why it can glow. The small broken stones are like crystals that can absorb the light from the round stone and then emit it."

"Toad?" Zhao Yihui walked to the round table and stared at the tomb ceiling.

"This big round stone is the moon, and these small broken stones are stars. Countless stars make up... the Milky Way."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was indeed a view of the starry sky Milky Way. Such grandeur, whose tomb could it be? Where is the coffin of the tomb owner? Are there any more treasures buried with the tomb owner?