She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 52 - Into the Tomb Ill Just Take One Look
Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Into the Tomb, I’ll Just Take One Look
Chapter 52 -52: Into the Tomb, I’ll Just Take One Look
When Xiang Ying slipped into the hole, she curled her body into a ball very experiencedly, protecting her head.
She counted in her mind how many counts it took to fall from the entrance to the bottom of the hole.
This was taught to her by her team leader during the apocalypse.
After countless practices, Xiang Ying was able to count precisely—one count equaled one meter.
Just now, it took her eight counts to fall.
So, that means the distance from the hole entrance to the bottom is at least eight meters.
Xiang Ying landed on the ground steadily, dusting off the dirt from her body.
She looked around, using the faint light shining from above to see the narrow and elongated passageway ahead.
Xiang Ying hurriedly took out the torch from her space and lit it, illuminating the murals on the walls of the passageway.
Who knows how long this tomb has existed, probably more than a hundred years, because the colors had faded greatly upon encountering oxygen.
Only the strange text inscribed upon it has been preserved along with the ancient tomb to this day.
A thumping sound came from beside her, and turning towards it with her phoenix eyes, she saw Jie Chen following her down.
Her red lips slightly curled, she knew Jie Chen wouldn’t let her walk alone.
Jie Chen, with a cold expression, dusted off his shoulders and walked towards her: “How many times is this that you’ve acted recklessly? My patience is limited.”
Xiang Ying ignored his temper, took his arm in her hand, and pulled him to her side.
“Jie Chen, look at the mural’s writing. What text is it? Whose tomb is this?” Xiang Ying illuminated for him with the torch.
Jie Chen glanced doubtfully at the torch in her hand.
Xiang Ying casually explained, “Oh, I just picked it up from the ground; it must’ve been left by a tomb robber, right?”
Jie Chen didn’t pursue further and turned to look at the mural.
He slightly furrowed his brows: “Three hundred years ago, Prince Anping of Dai Country was returning to his fief when he suddenly fell ill and was buried here.”
“He accomplished many great deeds during his life, and when the Emperor of Dai Country learned of his death, he was greatly grieved. He arranged for the wizards Cai and Wang to ride a thousand-mile horse to handle his posthumous affairs.”
Xiang Ying’s phoenix eyes lit up: “A prince, huh? Then he must be very wealthy, the burial goods should be very rich.”
She couldn’t wait to enter the tomb chamber to see.
Jie Chen pulled her back, his magnetic voice low and captivating: “Someone’s final resting place after death, we better not disturb it.”
Xiang Ying decisively shook her head: “I’ll just take a glance, won’t touch anything.”
Saying that, she shook off Jie Chen’s restraint and entered the narrow, long passageway.
Jie Chen’s gaze darkened as he followed behind her.
What Xiang Ying didn’t expect was that the heavy tomb chamber door had no mechanism; she merely pushed twice and it opened.
Dust assailed her, falling continuously, so she covered her mouth and nose, coughing a few times.
“Was Prince Anping not highly regarded by the Dai Country Emperor at that time? Why is the tomb chamber so rudimentary?”
No traps, no fire glaze ceilings meant to prevent theft—the tomb structures Xiang Ying was familiar with were not present here.
If the chamber was this simple, then the tomb robbers who had come before surely would have taken everything.
Thinking this, Xiang Ying couldn’t help frowning.
Jie Chen from behind her said, “Prince Anping was the Emperor of Dai Country’s own brother. Although this tomb isn’t luxurious, it’s not bad either; it’s just that he died so suddenly, that’s why it’s buried in such a simple manner.”
Suddenly, he changed the subject: “However, the text inscribed on the outer walls was unique to the Dai Country Imperial Family.”
“If I remember correctly, the ancestors of the Empress came from Dai Country, and Crown Prince Xiang Li was proficient in Dai Country’s script. How come you can’t understand it at all?”
Xiang Ying paused the hand touching the door of the tomb chamber, her long eyelashes concealing the turbulence in her phoenix eyes.
“Isn’t that normal? You often say that I am wanton; how could I be the studious type like my brother?” Her voice was calm, not panicking at all.
Xiang Ying fully trusted the original host’s memory.
If the original host had learned it, then she would know it too, just like seeing someone’s face and instantly matching it with an impression in her memory.
She couldn’t understand the text from earlier, which means the original host never learned it!
Who could blame her?
Xiang Ying countered, “On the other hand, how did you learn it, if it’s text only known to the Dai Country Imperial Family, unlikely to be widely spread?”
Her phoenix eyes sparkled, the waves of light in her gaze shimmering, and when she looked at Jie Chen, a relaxed atmosphere lingered in her brows and eyes, yet her expression was serious.
Jie Chen paused, slightly averting his gaze: “You’re not qualified to ask.”
Xiang Ying didn’t quibble with him.
With Jie Chen’s identity as a spy lurking in the Xizhou Palace, it wasn’t surprising that he learned a thing or two of this sort.
She made sure there were no traps in the tomb chamber and then pulled Jie Chen inside.
They passed through an even narrower passageway, where they could only proceed sideways.
The real doorway to the tomb was close at hand, carved with maidservants peering out, lifelike.
Accompanied by the flickering torchlight, the carved maidens on the door seemed to be peering out from the dark netherworld below.
Xiang Ying clasped her hands: “My apologies for today, we are a couple who strayed into this place. We’ll just take a look around, I assure you we won’t damage the coffin or the body within.”
Jie Chen furrowed his brows: “What couple?”
Xiang Ying turned back and blinked at him: “Just deceiving the spirits so that Prince Anping won’t make things difficult for us. Is that not okay?”
Of course, she was joking, just to tease Jie Chen.
Xiang Ying pushed the door open to the tomb chamber and heard a creaking noise.
A burst of light suddenly poured out from the inside of the tomb chamber.
To the ignorant, it would seem as if there was a living household inside.
Immediately afterward, Xiang Ying furrowed her brows.
She smelled a whiff of blood!
Jie Chen naturally smelled it too; he subconsciously reached behind him, wanting to grasp the treasure sword hanging at his waist.
Alas, he touched nothing and then remembered that his sword had been lost when he fell into the water.
Both of them were highly vigilant as they walked in, one after the other.
They were almost simultaneously stunned.
It wasn’t because the tomb chamber was luxurious—in fact, it was extremely simple.
A circular burial pit sat at the center with a large Golden Rattan Wood coffin; on the walls all around, Merfolk Oil burned, which could last a thousand years without extinguishing.
However, there were bones scattered chaotically on the ground.
Especially on top of the coffin, there dangled a skeleton.
In disarray, there were about seven individuals who met their end in this place.
“Definitely the work of Tomb Robbers who dug their way in,” Xiang Ying bent down to inspect their bones.
She determined they hadn’t been dead for more than twenty years.
The bloodstain smell from earlier was emanating from the blood absorbed into the soil over years and years.
Jie Chen took a look around and spoke in an indifferent tone: “These people died from killing each other, but the one lying on the coffin—his bones are slightly green, seems to have died from poisoning.”
The entire scene suggested that the Tomb Robbers had turned on each other.
The person who went to open the coffin must have been the last survivor.
Yet, he too had been poisoned.
But the tomb chamber had natural ventilation; where did the poison come from?
Xiang Ying walked to the side of the coffin.
The lid of the coffin had been pushed halfway open and not closed; inside, the bones were those of Prince Anping.
He was dressed in extremely lavish robes, coated with something that kept the exquisite patterns on the clothes mostly intact, with the coloration not entirely faded.
A Jade Crown and regal garments, a pearl held between the teeth, and all around the corpse was gold.
He appeared truly wealthy, yet Xiang Ying was reluctant to take anything from the coffin.
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She felt slightly disappointed.
“I thought there would be something good in the tomb.”
If funeral artifacts only lay within the coffin, she didn’t want them.
Suddenly, Jie Chen, who was standing by the end of the coffin, spoke: “Come over here and look at this.”
