Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 156 Water Burial Tomb

As soon as Yan Chen finished speaking, Uncle Tai and Boss Wang exchanged a glance. The latter moved closer and his gaze fell on the salmon head on the shore.

The cut on the salmon head was very clean, clearly made by a long knife, and there were no extra marks, indicating that it was a single, fatal blow.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on the branding knife that Wu Xie was holding.

Some have harbored ambitions, and they've concealed them well; others are considering withdrawing. Dealing with Yan Chen's matter will likely require careful consideration...

“Young man, you are indeed quite skilled. In that case, we will take advantage of your skill and travel with you.”

Taishu's tone was much gentler than before, but whether it was an act or not was another matter.

Since even someone as naive as Wu Xie didn't believe it, Yan Chen was even less likely to believe it. So, despite being in the same industry, Yan Chen always maintained a subtle distance from others.

"You're too kind, sir. Let's get going!"

Yan Chen took back the branding knife, thanked Wu Xie, and then kicked the salmon head away.

Just before the poor salmon head sank into the water, Yan Chen used it as a springboard to help him leap to the opposite bank—he didn't want to go through that water again!

As for the rest of you, you'd better just swim across the river!

After the last figure completely disappeared from sight, Yan Huai and the others emerged from behind the bushes.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the dark river surface, which seemed to have remained unchanged, his thoughts unreadable.

"There's a water burial tomb at the bottom of the river, would you like to go take a look?" Yan Huai asked, walking lightly behind Zhang Qiling. For some reason, he felt that Zhang Qiling was in a sad mood. Was it... that he remembered something?

Zhang Qiling shook her head, and when she turned back to look at Yan Huai, all her emotions had been suppressed.

Seeing Zhang Qiling like this... Yan Huai curled his fingers a few times. Did he need a hug? He wasn't sure.

Hei Yanjing sensed the unspoken tension between the two, and subconsciously rubbed his aching lower back. Then, pulling Xie Lianrui along, he deliberately limped towards Wu Xie and the others.

"Hey! If we don't catch up now, Blackie won't be able to catch up. Old Xie, let's go!"

The receding footsteps brought a moment of silence. Although Zhang Qiling was not a talkative person, the emotion hidden deep in his eyes told Yan Huai that he needed a lot, more than just a hug.

"Are you willing to tell me?" You can tell me anything you want to say.

When you look closely at Yan Huai's eyes, you can really see a faint golden glow. Zhang Qiling had always known this. He also knew that when those eyes looked at him, all the emotions were straightforward and clear, easy to understand, and didn't require guessing.

The two were only half a meter apart. A simple gesture would have brought them closer, but neither of them did. They simply enjoyed this reserved, temporary exploration, letting their hearts flutter and sink deeper into each other's embrace.

"Water burial, that sounds somewhat familiar." He'd better wait and see about the rest; he didn't know if his fragmented information might be wrong. He'd just have to wait and see.

Yan Huai chuckled and responded. He didn't mind waiting a little longer, but there was nothing wrong with being close to the one he loved, was there?

Yan Huai reached out and took Zhang Qiling's hand in his, palms touching. He then lowered his head and bumped his forehead against Zhang Qiling's face under the brim of his hat. This was a rather private gesture among the Canglong clan, meant to express closeness and affection, and was usually only done to one's partner.

While secretly pleased with his successful plan, Yan Huai said, "Tibetan water burial sites are usually not far from where the deceased lived. The water burial graves in this river are 700 years old. They should belong to a tribe that lived near the Qinling Mountains. My brother should remember them. Let's go ask him about the general situation. Let's not go down and risk it."

Zhang Qiling nodded at first, then felt something was off.

Why does your brother remember this water burial tribe from 700 years ago?