"Rumble!"

The door of the treasure house slowly closed.

"Click!"

The door was locked.

Everyone headed towards the stairs.

No one could estimate how much the things below would translate into in terms of money, but there was no doubt, it would be astronomical.

Walking out of the house, Xiao Feng let out a long breath, feelings of melancholy and loss filling him.

He now understood why Sun Shijie's ancestors went "insane" to create so many deadly traps in the underground cave.

Thinking from their perspective, Xiao Feng felt that if it were him, he might have gone even further, after all, this wealth was enough to drive most people in the world mad!

"Sister Lu Yao, what do you think of this bracelet?" The young girl happily showed off the White Jade Bracelet on her wrist.

Sun Shijie kept his word, allowing everyone to choose what they liked; apart from Lin Zhiyan's sisters and Ninth Master, everyone else took a few pieces.

Of course, no one had the nerve to take too much, at most two or three items each.

Watching the young girl and others gather, examining the jewelry they picked, Xiao Feng felt out of place and turned his attention to Zhao Guo'an.

"Old Zhao, I saw you take a pearl necklace just now, planning to give it to Zhen Jinghan?"

Zhao Guo'an replied unpleasantly, "What's it to you, can't I give it to my mother?"

"Oh, give it to your mother, then your mother will treat the pearl necklace as an heirloom and pass it to Zhen Jinghan," Xiao Feng analyzed seriously.

"Can you stop bringing up Zhen Jinghan?" Zhao Guo'an frowned, "It's hardly a settled matter, but you talk as if it's real. By the way, once we get out, I'll head back to Jiangcheng first."

"No." Xiao Feng shook his head, "We came together, of course, we should return together. What if you're abducted by traffickers halfway and sold to the mountains? Think about that."

"Am I that clueless?"

"This isn't about being clueless, your aura is just too striking. Whenever something happens, you're the first to get hit. I'm just looking out for you."

"Looking out for me, my ass. Before I met you, things were smooth sailing, life was comfortable. But now? Do you know what this means?"

Xiao Feng thought for a bit, then replied, "It means you've used up all your luck, so upon meeting me, a lucky star, you wanted to befriend me and ride a wave of good fortune."

"..." Zhao Guo'an.

Riding the wave of good luck led to this — what if I hadn't? Wouldn't it be even worse now?

Sitting on the steps, Sun Shijie rolled up his tobacco pipe, knocked out the ashes on his shoe, and approached Sun Zhong.

"Come with me. I have no children, and you don't have any family. It's time we enjoy life a bit."

Sun Zhong looked up at Sun Shijie, hesitated for a while, then wrote on paper, "If I leave, who will look after the treasure our ancestors left?"

Sun Shijie replied, "Leave it here. We have the key anyway, and the two of us can figure out what to do with those things together."

Sun Zhong showed a slightly bitter smile, "Actually, I can't let go of Cui Hua. Staying here, I can still talk to her. But if I leave, she'll be all alone here and scared when it's dark. She was always the most timid."

After writing that, he seemed to recall something, and his smile shifted from bitter to blissful.

After a while, when the words on the sheepskin scroll faded away, Sun Zhong wrote again, "A few days ago, I dreamed of Cui Hua. She told me not to talk to her at her grave anymore. She's still so kind, fearing that I'd be sad."

Beside them, Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an glanced at the content on the sheepskin scroll, exchanged a look, and thought to themselves, perhaps she told you not to talk at her grave, not out of kindness, but because she couldn't stand the pace of your speech.

However, saying that might seem a bit too brutal, so they suppressed their thoughts and kept silent.

Sun Shijie sighed, patting Sun Zhong's shoulder, "Take me to see Cui Hua."

"Of course."

After writing those three words, Sun Zhong stood up and led Sun Shijie towards the back of the bamboo house.

The open space revealed a solitary grave mound, standing silently. The surroundings were clean; aside from some bamboo leaves blown over by the wind, there was no grass or weeds, clearly indicating regular maintenance.

However, beside the grave mound, there was also a pre-dug rectangular grave pit, which left Sun Shijie stunned as he asked, "What is this?"

Sun Zhong nodded, pointing to the grave pit, patting his chest, placing his hands beside his head, then resting his head on them with closed eyes.

The meaning was simple: the grave pit beside was prepared for himself.

Sun Shijie's eyebrows knit together tightly, not knowing what to say.

In fact, at the moment he saw the grave pit, he understood in his heart that Sun Zhong had never intended to leave with him.

Perhaps, this may also be his way of affirming his determination to him.

Walking slowly to Cui Hua's grave, Sun Shijie bowed deeply, silently apologizing in his heart.

A breeze arose without warning, rustling the bamboo leaves with a "swish swish" sound.

Sun Zhong immediately appeared very happy, lowered his head searching around, picked up a stone, and wrote on the ground, "This is Cui Hua's way of showing she's happy to see the young master."

Sun Shijie's mouth twitched slightly, trying to produce a smile but ultimately failing.

Happy?

Let's hope so!

In the distance, the young girl witnessing this scene couldn't help but shed tears, "Xiao Feng brother, how touching."

Xiao Feng remained silent; Sun Zhong's devotion to his late wife was indeed emotional and righteous.

Never abandoning, together in life and death!

These two phrases have been used to death, yet at this moment, they felt unbearably heavy, so much so that everyone present felt a weight upon them.

"Crack!"

A clap of thunder echoed in the sky.

The once-clear sky was suddenly covered with a layer of gloom.

It began to rain.

The ever-changing mountain weather is quite common, yet at this moment, it made people wonder if this rain carried a deeper meaning?

And while everyone was immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves, no one noticed behind them one of the two so-called "cannon fodder," showing a glint of eagerness in their eyes.

...

The rain fell harder and harder, the sky turned dark; though it was only three in the afternoon, looking out the window, it was as if it were dusk.

"Looks like we won't be able to leave today," Xiao Feng said helplessly.

The others weren't too concerned; after all, compared to the constant danger lurking in the underground, being able to watch the pouring rain from inside was a beautiful thing.

"Those two won't take the chance to run, right?" Lu Yao said with some worry.

The "two" she was referring to were Meng Lang and Wu Yu, who were placed in the kitchen to take shelter from the rain.

Xiao Feng laughed nonchalantly, "If it weren't raining, they might run away, but with such heavy rain, they wouldn't be foolish enough to go out and risk their lives."

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