Since the orb can nourish the body and nourish the soul, it is also particularly suitable for Fuso.

Two workers were hoisted up by employees, and three meters below, stone pillars and keels that prevented collapse could be seen.

Wen Tingfang immediately commanded, "Keep digging down, if you can dig out the Earth Spirit Bead today, each of you will be rewarded with five million!"

A group of workers were excited to go down the pit, and I hurried to stop it.

"Don't go down!"

"There is miasma in the tomb, people inhale it and pass out inside, and the gods can't save it!"

The eight people who were going to go to the tomb looked at each other dumbfounded.

A worker stepped forward with a respectful expression, "Mr. Zhuge , what should we do now?"

I muttered a little, "Take a rope and hang the jack pendant and smash it down, after smashing it open, I'll go down first, make sure it's okay, you can go down again."

The workers looked at me with gratitude in their eyes.

Wen Tingfang frowned, "Mr. Zhuge is gone, these workers are gone, we can still find them again, there is no need to risk yourself."

The faces of the workers were very unsightly, but Wen Tingfang was unimpressed.

I looked at the black grave and said, "There is no point in sending ordinary people to death."

"I have Taoist True Qi to protect my body, and ordinary dangers can't hurt me anymore."

The workers brought a jack pendant and smashed it down a few times, and a pit was smashed in the northeast corner of the tomb.

When everything was done, the workers looked at each other and their eyes fell on me.

I didn't hesitate and jumped towards the hole.

Wen Tingfang lay nervously at the entrance of the cave, "Mr. Zhuge , are you okay?"

It is estimated that Wen Tingfang is more worried about whether I will take the baby in advance than worried about my safety.

The cave was dark but airy, and I took a few deep breaths and didn't feel dull, so I shouted at the top of my voice, "Come down!"

Murphy swooped down the second, standing vigilantly beside me with the Zhenyin Sword in hand.

After all the workers came down, Wen Tingfang followed in.

What we entered was a long and narrow corridor, and the area extending in front of us was pitch black, divided into left and right burial chambers.

The tomb door was made of wood, and some of them were half corroded, making it look particularly tattered.

There were broken pottery shards on the ground, deep scratches on the hardened land, and slashes on the walls.

Wen Tingfang frowned and looked around, "How could this be?"

My heart chuckled, and when I looked at this place, it must have been a tomb robber.

But...... It doesn't seem to make a difference to me.

Tomb robbers dig graves and steal antique treasures, so they shouldn't know the soul grass.

Wen Tingfang's face was still gloomy, and I explained, "Mr. Wen, I have to tell you bad news, the grave here has been dug up."

"Digged? How do you know?"

Looking at Wen Tingfang's appearance, he must have guessed that he was not far from ten, but he was just unwilling to accept the reality.

I explained, "From the topography, this place is long and narrow, and it secretly runs through various corridors and burial chambers, and belongs to the entrance of an ancient tomb."

"Here, there are usually stone murals that record the life exploits of the tomb owner."

"A mural like this has a high artistic value, and it is a treasure that tomb robbers will not let go."

"Believe it or not, the traces of the stone carvings here are the traces of their chiseled frescoes."

Murphy still didn't understand, "The excavation marks on the top are so messy, even if they are chiseled, won't they become rubble?"

"You're right, it's rubble."

I stroked the pitted stone pit, "The grave robbers were so bold that they even planted explosives in some places."

"In advance, they would take a camera and write down the patterns on the stone wall, and then they would blast the stones and transport the broken stones."

"There are dedicated conservators, and as long as they are not blown to slag, they can achieve 99 percent restoration."

I pointed to the deep ravine in the ground, "During the Tang Dynasty, people used a kind of composite clay to make tomb bricks, and the material was glutinous rice, clay, and a kind of plant ash."

"A wall or floor made like this, which is not cracked by the sun or broken by the rain, is a 10,000-year prison."

A worker touched the floor in surprise, "That's really the case. Things made of clay have the texture of jade to the touch, and knocking them on them will help make it hard."

I stroked the ravines in the ground, "The Northern Grave Robbers have a tool called the 'Iron Plough, which is a thing with two crowbars, plus a grooved iron plate and a slender iron wheel at the bottom."

"This thing can be used as an excavation tool in the tomb, and the two iron wheels can be used as a winch, which is extremely light."

"The biggest feature of using it to transport goods in the tomb is that the iron wheel will leave a long ravine on the floor,"

"The pottery is fragile, and the broken pottery left at the exit of the grave pit should be left by the bumps of the plough."

Wen Tingfang's face was completely dark, and the whitish joints could be seen in the clenched fists.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Tingfang said angrily, "A good tomb has been destroyed like this!"

"If I knew which grave robber did it, I would find him and break his body into pieces!"

Murphy leaned over to me, bit his ear and whispered, "Wen Tingfang's personality is really weird, he is a tomb robber, how can seeing other thieves destroy the ancient tomb is like digging his ancestral grave."

"Probably...... Wen Tingfang has more work ethics than other tomb robbers."

I stroked the broken pottery shard in the corner of the wall and rubbed the wetness on my head, "Mr. Wen, I suggest that you better not take revenge."

"Judging by the degree of oxidation at the edges of the pottery shards, the tomb robbers who excavated this tomb must have died two hundred years ago."

"Damn!"

Wen Tingfang punched his head on the wall, and the bluestone slab stone base that was used as a stone carving was smashed into powder!

And his seemingly weak arm was unscathed.

Murphy's beautiful eyes widened, and it took a while for him to come to his senses, give a thumbs up, and say, "That's awesome."

The atmosphere was silent and awkward.

A worker stepped forward and said tentatively, "Boss, we have come in the tomb, and we will take whatever you want to take."

"This 5 million ......"

Halfway through the words, Wen Tingfang slapped her backhand with a hideous face, and the middle-aged man spurted blood and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, throwing out three teeth when he landed, and half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun.

"Found an empty tomb, and dare to ask me for a bounty? You shit, are you really the deity's money, so easy to earn!?"

Wen Tingfang's roar rumbled in the narrow corridor of the tomb.

Murphy subconsciously stood in front of me, holding the Yin-Zhen Sword as if facing a great enemy.

Her gesture warmed my heart a little.

On weekdays, Murphy and I quarrel and quarrel, but it works quite well at critical moments.