It was in the summer dusk in the Mist Mountain in the Qianzhou region. It was still sunny at noon. But in the afternoon, hazy fog surrounded the top of the mountain, which was covered in blood-colored azaleas, making the flowers loom in and out from time to time.

A group of people set up camp at the foot of the mountain, and the tents were densely located.

They were in a large pit. On the brown soil surface, one could vaguely see the stone slabs buried underground, which were about twenty to thirty meters long, like a buried underground castle.

The artificial stairs extended down, and in the empty environment, the crisp sound of ''ding-dong" rang out from time to time.

"Young Master Yu, something is wrong!"

There was a sound of surprise. The young man sitting in the tent suddenly stood up and strode forward. He was dressed in camouflage outfits, looking resolute and handsome. At this moment, his ink-colored eyes flashed as he hurried down the stairs.

He saw that the muddy door had already opened, and there was a smell of mold and moisture. In front of him, there was no end to the pitch-black tunnel.

"Young Master Yu, whose tomb do you think it will be this time? I haven't heard of any nobles buried in this Mist Mountain. Judging from the things that have been excavated, it might be traced back to the Western Han period." The one who spoke and followed Young Master Yu was Uncle Yue. He was thin, with waxy yellow skin. Among these people, he was not only the most experienced one but also a national-level treasure examiner.

"We will only know when we go in and take a look."

Yu Chen was in his early twenties. He had short hair, bronzed skin, and delicate facial features. Even if in the entertainment industry, he would definitely be considered good-looking.

"Gulp."

As he spoke, the round ball in his slender fingers had already been thrown into the stone door. In the darkness, it struck the stone tablet and emitted a faint green light.

"There is no poisonous gas. I will go in and scout ahead first." Yu Chen was not delicate at all. He held the flashlight and hurried into the tunnel.

Beneath his feet was a stone slab covered in dark green moss. The place they were in (Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan Province) was rainy all year round. The earth walls on both sides were seriously eroded. Occasionally, there were one or two earthworms squirming in the soil.

The flashlight was the only source of light. Under its detection, the stone slab was about ten meters long.

A glance rendered Yu Chen in a daze.

The stone wall in front of him stood tall like a screen with no ink on it. Two corpses were left there alone, with arrows piercing their heads and nailing them to the wall!

Their skin and flesh had already rotted. The loose modern clothes covered their shriveled bodies, and white bones could be seen at their hands and feet.

Obviously, not long ago, these tomb robbers had come to this place, but they were killed by the hidden weapons here!

"Uncle Yue, there are mechanisms here. Fetch some living creatures here..."

"Meow..."

Yu Chen did not dare to act rashly. Just as he was about to retreat, a cat's meow echoed in the tomb.

"Ka-"

Before he could carefully tell whether it was an auditory hallucination or an illusion, there seemed to be the sound of gears turning in his ears the moment he took half a step back.

"Young Master Yu!"

Uncle Yue exclaimed and reached out his hand, but it was already too late.

The stone slab suddenly cracked open like a box.

Yu Chen subconsciously wanted to grab something. He lowered his center of gravity and reached out, only to grab a furry tail.

"Young Master Yu-"

Uncle Yue rushed forward in a hurry, and with a bang, a fire swept over with thunder. The raging fire was like a tide, and under the strong airwave, many people were overturned.

"Splash-"

No one knew when the sky had darkened, but the purple-red lightning seemed to split the heavens and earth. It rained cats and dogs unexpectedly.

"Young Master Yu..."

Uncle Yue prostrated on the ground, looking at the fire hopelessly.

"Today is June 20th. It has been a month since the archeology team accident. The rumored Jing Fang's Tomb, dating back to Western Han, does not exist. The archeologists confirmed that the tomb was buried with a cat face mask. The ancient people had many different beliefs..."

"Tsk tsk."

As she flipped through the news articles, An Xia couldn't help but become more interested in the mystery of history.

Because she liked history, she decided to study it, and because of that, her current job was extremely sacred - the... guide of the museum in Lidao City.

In June, the scorching sun was burning outside the museum while inside the museum was cool and refreshing, where the display cabinets were filled with ancient cultural relics.

The rusty bronze cauldron, the ancient yellow bamboo slip, the Shangfang Sword that appeared again after millennia...

"An Xia, come out and help me. New collections are here."

Hearing someone shouting from outside the lounge, An Xia hurriedly put down her phone and quickly went out to greet them.

The pickup truck followed dozens of security guards and stopped at the back door of the museum. Many people had already surrounded it. They were clearly boxes that could be carried by just one person. But in case of accidents, two persons were carrying one box.

Usually, there were no new collections in the museum, and once displayed, they were rarely moved.

The curator said that to cater to the recent heated news, he had applied for the cultural relics from the meteorite pit tomb to display for some time so that more people could understand the history and civilization.

"Why is there tri-coloured glazed pottery of the Tang Dynasty?"

An Xia looked at the label on the wooden box and murmured. She rolled up the sleeves of her suit uniform and rolled her ponytail into a flower-bud shape. After tidying herself up, she picked up a box the size of a kettle. She only used 30 percent of her strength, which was particularly easy.

"Stop, don't run!"

Just as she took two steps away, she heard a yell behind her. An Xia was turning around when she was suddenly hit hard. She lost her balance, suddenly staggering and falling.

"Splash-"

The box was broken.