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Chapter 205: Chapter 167: Your Ancestor Down Below Has a Lot of Influence (5000 word Mega Chapter)

Anling City, suburban outskirts.

A faint cloud drifted across the sky, sunlight piercing through it like golden threads, casting dappled light upon the mountaintop.

A fresh scent of newly turned soil filled the air, mingling with the breeze, bringing with it a trace of coolness.

The few people present stared at Lin Chuan in astonishment.

Qin Sisi, with an archaeologist's probe in hand, was indifferent to the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her bright eyes fixed on Lin Chuan with a mix of surprise and delight, "Lin Chuan, are you saying that right beneath our feet lies an ancient tomb?"

Lin Chuan glanced at the mountain range, then back at the traces in the soil and nodded.

At that moment.

Director Su Yu approached, looked at Lin Chuan, and inquired, "Comrade Lin, then... shall we dig a couple of shovelfuls?"

"We could give it a try."

Lin Chuan nodded in agreement.

Director Su Yu immediately took out his phone, made a call, and summoned some archaeology workers over.

Before long.

A group of archaeology workers dressed in gray uniforms rushed over with their equipment and instruments.

"Director, where do Expert Lu and we start digging?" the workers asked.

Expert Lu's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he said nothing.

Su Yu, on the other hand, looked towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan marked several spots with the probe and then directed, "Dig down about seven or eight meters from here, and we should reach the brick layer of the tomb chamber."

"Follow Comrade Lin's instructions," added Director Su Yu.

The workers immediately set to work, their probes dancing up and down as they heaped soil afar and dug deeper.

Qin Sisi was at the forefront of the action.

Her job was to excavate tombs and conduct archaeology, so she took it very seriously and was also digging with a probe in hand.

Everyone present fixed their gaze on the workers' excavation, eager to verify whether Lin Chuan's judgment was accurate.

Everything mentioned just now, whether it was surveying the mountains and soil, smelling the air, or checking the moisture level, was part of the assessment.

But the final result had yet to emerge. No one dared claim the judgment was absolutely correct.

Only by uncovering the ancient tomb could everyone quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lin Chuan, is there really an ancient tomb beneath us?"

Under the big tree, Shen Qianqian handed Lin Chuan two tissues, asking in wonder.

"Eight or nine out of ten chances," Lin Chuan replied, taking the tissues and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"I heard that those tomb robbers, before excavating ancient tombs, also do things like seeking the dragon and looking to the mountains, but before they begin their excavation, they perform some incomprehensible rituals. What are those for?" Shen Qianqian asked with genuine curiosity.

Lin Chuan's eyes fell on the distant hills, and he smiled, "Different sects have different practices. Tomb robbers have many taboos; some even light a few sticks of incense."

"Then why don't you do that?"

Shen Qianqian blinked and asked with a smile.

"Our school..."

Lin Chuan was about to speak when he suddenly turned to Shen Qianqian, "Officer Shen, you're trying to trap me into saying something."

Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "Comrade Lin Chuan, I'm not trying to trap you."

"Almost fell right into it."

Lin Chuan gave a dry laugh, then spat out, "Ah... My heart illuminated by the bright moon, alas, the moon shines on the ditch."

"Comrade Lin Chuan, I just asked because I saw how adept you are, so I got a little curious," Shen Qianqian said as she pinched a tiny gap of half a centimeter between her thumb and forefinger.

"Qianqian, don't you know me? I'm a decent person; stop treating me like a criminal suspect," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"It's precisely because I understand you too well that I'm concerned; you might have some unspeakable past, so I want to get to know about it in advance," Shen Qianqian said jokingly.

"A clean life, my achievements are open for inspection."

Lin Chuan's eyebrows raised as he laughed heartily.

"So, you're not a Tomb Robber, are you?" Shen Qianqian asked earnestly, her eyes bright as autumn waters.

"Cough, of course not."

Lin Chuan coughed lightly, defending himself.

He looked at Shen Qianqian, who was brimming with laughter yet had a mischievous air.

From being a thief to robbing tombs, she had known him from the start.

She knew him too well.

However, reasoning it out, robbing tombs in the virtual world surely couldn't make me a Tomb Robber, could it?

As long as I don't rob tombs in reality, even the Heavenly King himself couldn't catch me.

Right?

"Lin Chuan, may I ask you one more thing?" Shen Qianqian said with a smile.

"Ask away," Lin Chuan nodded and replied.

"Nowadays, are web novel writers really this competitive? Writing an archaeology novel, do you need to have skills like The Skill of Seeking Dragon and Determining the Burial Site or other tomb robbing techniques?" Shen Qianqian asked curiously.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, gave a wry laugh, and said, "Crazy competitive."

The days of writing about canceled engagements, village doctors, overbearing CEOs falling for me, and Dragon Proud Sky in the web novel era are long gone.

Without some professional techniques, you can't survive in the literary world.

Ah...

A refreshing breeze blew, carrying a hint of chill, lifting a few strands of Shen Qianqian's hair and rustling the leaves with a whispering sound.

The archaeological workers were also professionals in excavation.

Probes moved up and down, shovelfuls of soil were piled at a distance, beads of sweat falling to the ground. It wasn't long before they had dug out a pit seven or eight meters deep.

The deeper they went, the more cautiously the workers proceeded.

Because it was very likely they were already nearing the tomb chamber of the ancient tomb.

Hiss—

In the pit seven or eight meters deep, a young and strong member of the archaeological team stepped on the probe, plunging it into the soil once more.

Suddenly, he felt the tip of the probe hit something hard, like stone.

He promptly withdrew the probe, switching to a hand trowel instead.

Little by little, he cleared away the topsoil.

Finally, as the dirt was removed, a flat stone appeared beneath.

The surface of the stone was smooth, as if it had been deliberately planed flat.