Resentful Dragon Land

The dead dragon vein?

As soon as I spoke up, several people around me turned their gaze towards me.

"Impossible, right?"

The fatty smirked, somewhat gloomily saying, "Buddy, I've been in the tomb raiding business for over a decade now, could it be that I can't even recognize a dragon vein?"

"This is indeed a dragon vein, it's just that it has long been dead."

I sighed, handed the binoculars to the fatty, and said, "You should take a look for yourself, especially at the 'dragon's head' position!"

The fatty was stunned. Although he seemed somewhat dissatisfied with my rebuttal, he took the binoculars and looked towards the 'dragon's head'. That glance was serious enough to make him break out in a cold sweat, his forehead glistening.

Seeing his expression, I knew this guy had noticed something unusual after a careful look. I couldn't help feeling a bit smug inside. You dare to doubt my vision? My ancestors were at least the Central Plains Generals, equivalent to the director of the tomb raiding office in modern times. You're just a Touching-Gold Captain, at most a runner back then. What are you fussing with me for? Do you know what a leader is? A leader knows more than you!! Although I've only read the "Secret Techniques of Faqiu" for a few days, my starting point is not on the same level as yours. What are you fussing about?

In an instant, I found a sense of superiority and couldn't help but mock the fatty a few times: "Hey, weren't you just confidently talking to me about seniority? Why are you silent now?"

The fatty put down the binoculars, his chubby face twitched fiercely, and he gritted his teeth, "Fine, this time I admit you're tough, buddy. I really can't make out what's special about this place..."

"Can you two stop beating around the bush?"

Zhang Jinya impatiently urged from the side: "Only you two are experts in this field, we don't understand any of this. What's the point of you two mumbling to yourselves? Come on, tell me, what exactly is this place?"

"You should ask Little Tian about that."

The fatty pursed his lips, somewhat helplessly saying, "I can't quite make out the depth of this place, but I feel that the sudden appearance of those sharp stones at the 'dragon's head' is not a good sign. Looking at this dragon vein, it appears beautiful and majestic on the surface, but the 'dragon's head' is filled with malevolent energy. To be honest, I've been fighting with the compass for half my life, and I've never heard of such a situation!"

At that moment, Rosa pushed me: "If you know, then hurry up and tell us. After we figure out what this place is, we still need to set up camp today, and then see where to break through from this Ten Dire Tombs. There's still a lot to do."

Hearing this, I stopped bickering with the fatty, briefly recalled the contents recorded in the "Secret Techniques of Faqiu," and then slowly said, "The fatty is not entirely wrong, this is indeed a dragon vein, and it's a true dragon, with ten mountains stretching continuously, forming a grand mountain dragon! Such a geomantic pattern is not just for burying an emperor, even building an imperial capital here would stabilize the nation's fortune. The geomantic layout relies on mountains and water, very particular. Just talking about the geographical pattern, it couldn't be better, even better than the dragon vein near the Badaling Great Wall in Beijing!! But the problem lies in the stone forest at the position of the 'dragon's head'. Those stones are unusually sharp, like swords, standing at the 'dragon's head' like a sword hanging overhead, severing the dragon vein alive. Once the dragon vein dies, all the auspicious energy dissipates, leaving behind... only resentment!!"

"Sss!"

The fatty took in a breath of cold air: "Are you saying a dragon vein has generated resentment?"

I nodded with a bitter smile.

Then, without another word, the fatty turned his gaze to Qingyi: "If another drought demon appears, can you handle it?"

"It's hard to say, if it's a fight to the death, the odds are fifty-fifty."

Qingyi frowned and asked, "But this place is picturesque and doesn't have the slightest sign of a drought disaster like when a drought demon is born. It's unlikely that a drought demon would be here."

"I'm talking about something on the same level as a drought demon!!"

The fatty looked down and bitterly smiled, "The resentment of a dragon vein, can you imagine how great it is? A dragon vein is something that can stabilize the fortune of a nation. If it dies and harbors resentment, that resentment would be terrifying. Even an ordinary person lying at the 'dragon's head' for a while would turn into a drought demon!"

Qingyi raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.

Our faces were not looking good, and I, who had some understanding of the resentful dragon land, knew even more that the fatty's words were correct, and the pressure in my heart grew even heavier.

Qingyi, who usually didn't talk much, suddenly asked me, "Little Tian, is there a way to break the curse of this resentful dragon land?"

"No."

I shook my head gently, sighed, and said, "The resentful dragon land and the Ten Dire Tombs are both deadlocks. To enter the main tomb of the Ten Dire Tombs, we have to break through all ten sub-tombs filled with malevolent energy. The resentful dragon land is the same; unless we completely blow up these ten mountains, it will remain as it is."

Blow up ten mountains?

If this were ancient times, it might be feasible, but in modern times, it's tantamount to seeking death. The moment the bomb goes off, you'd be arrested immediately. Just the charge of damaging the natural environment is enough to get you in trouble, not to mention how many wild animals are in those mountains? How many of them are protected species? Killing so many at once is a serious crime. As soon as the bomb goes off, even if you're not beheaded in the autumn, you'd probably spend the rest of your life squatting in jail.

These are not things to joke about, so I said it's basically unsolvable!

After hearing this, Qingyi's brows furrowed, and she couldn't think of a solution for a long time. She could only sigh softly, "Let's take it one step at a time. We'll set up camp today. Everyone has been traveling continuously and is very tired. We should rest well tonight, or there won't be a chance."

I understood Qingyi's meaning. The Ten Dire Tombs were extremely dangerous, almost a step wrong could cost a life. The chance of encountering something filthy in the tomb was over ten thousand times higher than in an ordinary tomb. If we didn't rest well today, once we entered the tomb, there might be no opportunity left. We had to focus all our attention to deal with anything!!

Since I was the only one in the team who understood the resentful dragon land, when setting up camp, Rosa and the others took my opinion into account and decided to set up camp right where we were standing. There was no choice; the resentful dragon land appeared calm and even beautiful and magnificent on the surface, but once you entered, it was a different story. Because of the immense resentment emitted after the dragon vein died, the forest was almost always devoid of sunlight, filled with yin energy. Sleeping in such a place was not good for the body. Not only could the flesh be easily affected by the yin energy, but it was also easy to be plagued by nightmares at night. Our main goal tonight was to recuperate, so it was best not to step into the resentful dragon land lightly.

After discussing, everyone decided to set up camp on the mountaintop near a river where we were. And I must say, although the place was dangerous, the water quality in the mountains was fine, very sweet to drink without filtering. There were also some fish in it, all wild, not too big, the largest weighing no more than three to five taels, cold-water fish from the Qinling Mountains. We caught quite a few right away, had a big feast, and then started to get busy with our own things.

I had never really paid close attention to our equipment for this trip until this moment when setting up camp and everyone took out what they had prepared. That's when I truly opened my eyes.

Qingyi's side was almost entirely items for exorcising evil, such as yellow paper, cinnabar, ink, thread, rooster blood, black dog blood, and she had more than a dozen black donkey hooves. After reading the "Secret Techniques of Faqiu," I knew these were specifically used to deal with big zongzi (corpse). Stuffing one into the mouth of a risen big zongzi was more effective than a grenade; the zongzi would have to stop moving immediately.

As for Zhang Jinya, he also prepared exorcism items, damn it, he packed a whole bag of "Red Dragons," I don't know how many women's restrooms he had to raid before leaving...

Then there was Wu Fatty, who prepared all kinds of equipment, mostly things used for tomb raiding, long spears, short guns, all sorts of things, even a German spade. That thing is really good, very sturdy. I heard from my dad before, if you're talking about spades, the German ones are the best. Not only are they great for engineering work, but they're also powerful when used as a weapon. One swing at someone's head could chop off half a skull. Of course, what interested me the most was the Luoyang shovel in Fatty's hand.

The Luoyang shovel was originally used for archaeology, a kind of half-cylindrical iron shovel, one end with a handle that could be extended with a wax rod. When used, it was stabbed vertically into the ground, and then the soil brought out was used to determine the ancient tomb underneath. It's said that skilled people could even smell the scent just by sniffing it!

Wu Fatty's Luoyang shovel was shiny and obviously a good item. It wouldn't be hard to drive it into the ground, probably something he spent a lot of money on!

The most astonishing was Rosa!

In her luggage... were all guns!!

I took one look and almost peed myself, an MP5 submachine gun, a shotgun, and a folding Croatian RT-20 20mm large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle...

She just sat there "click-clack" assembling the guns, which made me feel a bit hairy inside—was she going down to the tomb or going to war?

Especially that sniper rifle, it was practically like a cannon, the bullets were almost as thick as two adult fingers, and hitting a person could blow them to pieces...

This group was too professional, I was a bit overwhelmed.

I glanced at the Baipi knife on my back and realized that my equipment was really too simple, a knife and a Faqiu seal, compared to these people it was like I was on a tour. I wandered around for a while and couldn't find anything to do, so I ended up chatting with Zhou Jing.

Talking about chatting, it was more like divination. I wanted Zhou Jing to do a divination for me, to see if this trip would be auspicious or ominous, but the answer was disappointing—Zhou Jing couldn't see what would happen to me next, but it boiled down to two possibilities: either I was doomed, or there would be a huge turning point in my life!

After listening to Zhou Jing's words, I became even more anxious, and until bedtime, I was somewhat distracted, tossing and turning with Zhou Jing's words in my mind. Finally, tired of thinking, I simply shook my head hard and stopped thinking. After all, I was already here, and once I entered the tomb, life or death would be in the hands of fate!