Yang Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his skinny body curled up and trembled,

After a while, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be just a nightmare!

The lights in the room were as dazzling as day, and she didn't know if it was night or day outside.

I don't know when she started, she got used to turning on the light and falling asleep,

She picked up the phone next to the bed, "Xiaoling, where is the boat going now?" ”

A crisp voice like a silver bell came from the other end of the phone, "President You, we have just passed through the Yixing Strait, and it is estimated that we will arrive at the Changkun Sea in three hours." ”

"What time is it?"

"Now it's ...... At 8:05 a.m., President You, do you need me to bring breakfast to your room?"

"No need, Xiaoling, I'll go to the restaurant later!"

"What President You wants to eat today, I told the kitchen to prepare. ”

"Hmm...... It's up to you!"

After Yang Qing hung up the phone, he got up from the bed,

She walked to a full-length mirror and looked at herself naked in the mirror.

She stroked her body gently with both hands,

What a young body, what a young face,

Seeing her almost perfect self in the mirror, she suddenly felt sad,

The more beautiful something is, the more difficult it is to keep.

Three hours later, Yang Qing's luxury cruise ship landed in the shallows of the Changkun Sea as scheduled, where a convoy was already waiting for them.

Yang Qing left some people to stay on the cruise ship, and the rest of the people, plus herself, a total of twenty people got into seven cars.

From here, it is more than two hours' drive to the destination of this trip, Changkun Mountain.

When I arrived at the village at the foot of Changkun Mountain, it was already two o'clock at noon.

Aoyuan Village is the only small village near the Changkun Mountains.

More than ten years ago, Bao Fusheng's team began to search for the mausoleum in Changkun Mountain, and although it was ultimately in vain, it improved the living conditions of the people in Aoyuan Village.

Bao Fusheng's team built a solar power generation system and a biogas digester for Aoyuan Village, which solved the village's electricity and fuel problems.

Of course, Bao Fusheng did not give these to them unconditionally, he had one condition, that is, he wanted the people of Aoyuan Village to help him guard this mountain and guard the mausoleum of his ancestors.

It's just that Yang Qing brought something more tempting - all evil money!

10 million, let the village chief of Aoyuan Village's eyes shine, completely forgot about the promise to Bao Fusheng back then, and entertained Yang Qing and others very politely, saying that he would take them to inspect the places that Bao Fusheng had explored before.

Yang Qing refused, she didn't want to waste time in the place where Bao Fusheng had wasted, Bao Fusheng spent a lot of manpower and material resources to search Changkun Mountain and couldn't find the entrance to the mausoleum, which means that he was looking in the wrong direction.

Yang Qing took out the wooden key found from Bao Leyi's body and asked the village chief, "Where do you have a Huanghuali tree here?" ”

This wooden key exudes a quiet woody aroma, which is the unique aroma of rosewood, and this wooden key is made of rosewood.

Since this wooden key is the key to the tomb, the entrance to the tomb may be able to find clues from its body.

A hint of hesitation flashed between the eyebrows of the white-haired old man, as if he was hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Yang Qing noticed the strange look of the village chief, and said, "Village chief, if we can find the entrance to the mausoleum in the end, in addition to the 10 million just now, I will be rewarded!"

The huge temptation of money instantly broke the old man's hesitation, he closed the wooden door behind him, and said to Yang Qing, who was standing in front of him and was a head taller than him, " We have a strange yellow pear tree here, its trunk is three times as thick as the ordinary yellow rosewood, the branches and leaves are extremely luxuriant, overwhelming, robbing all the sunlight and water, there is only one single tree near it, and other vegetation cannot live at all, some people in our village call it the sacred tree, and occasionally bury some dead livestock in its ground, and take this as a sacrifice to the sacred tree!"

Yang Qing felt that he seemed to be looking in the right direction, and hurriedly asked, "Where is that yellow rosewood?"

The old man seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "It's okay to take you to see it, but don't touch the yellow rosewood, Lao Bao's family treats that yellow pear as the grave of their ancestors, and often goes up the mountain to worship, I don't want to be treated by Lao Bao and his family as an enemy who digs their ancestral grave in the future!"

"We're just going to see it. Yang Qing said.

"Okay, in order not to be eye-catching, you don't want too many people to go up the mountain together!" said the village chief.

Yang Qing nodded, and only brought an assistant and a bodyguard to go up the mountain with the village chief.

The mountain that the village chief took them to climb was not the main peak of Changkun Mountain, but a low peak that was only more than 50 meters high, but the mountain was overgrown with trees and the road was extremely difficult to walk.

The tall, dark-skinned bodyguard led by Yang Qing had a machete in his hand, and when he encountered a difficult road, he used the machete to cut down the surrounding weeds and clear the way for his boss.

When they walked a little higher, they suddenly found that the field of vision in front of them became wider, and there was no dense jungle in front of them, except for a surprisingly large rosewood.

As the village chief said before, the trunk of this Huanghuali tree is extremely thick, about three times the thickness of a normal hundred-year-old pear tree, and the branches and leaves are extremely lush, at first glance, it looks like a tree has evolved into a small forest.

And the color of the soil around here is not the same as the soil behind it, the color is much darker, as if it is soaked in blood.

"I'm telling you about this rosewood!" said the village chief, who stopped where he was.

Yang Qing didn't reply to his words, and walked towards the tree, with her assistants and bodyguards following closely behind her.

As soon as I stepped beneath the realm of rosewood, it was as if the whole sky had darkened, and its extremely dense foliage barely allowed too many gaps in the sunlight.

Yang Qing saw that the thick trunk was covered with all kinds of large and small scars, and in the long river of history that had passed, I don't know how many people had carved one knife after another on its body.

Soon, on its body, Yang Qing found the mark that made her extremely excited,

It's a key-like engraving,

Yang Qing hurriedly took out the wooden key and put it on top of the engraving, and the two were seamlessly inherently incompatible.

"Found it!"

Yang Qing hugged Huanghuali excitedly, and at this moment, she seemed to have turned into an innocent little girl.

Since Bao Leyi personally admitted that this wooden key is the key to the entrance to the mausoleum, it is now the same as the engraving on the yellow rosewood, which means that the entrance to the mausoleum is likely to be under the yellow rosewood!

Yang Qing suddenly turned her head, her expression was cold, and she said to her bodyguard, "Dazhu, go down the mountain immediately and bring people and guys over!"