Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Chapter 137 Tomb Robbery

Before he could even utter a scream, he was thrown to the ground violently, his body dizzy and his face almost fell into the burning fire.

Meng Liyun narrowly avoided the blazing flames and climbed up from the ground. She ignored the pain in her palms and looked around. There were dozens of people around the fire. Some of them had ferocious faces, with hideous scars on their eyelids and mouth corners, and some had scars extending from the back of their necks to their chests.

Being stared at by so many people at the same time, Meng Liyun felt nervous and frightened. She looked around anxiously but did not see her adoptive parents. She couldn't help but wonder if she had taken the wrong path.

"This little girl has been following me. I don't know who she is." The man who had just thrown her to the ground spoke in a hoarse voice. Meng Liyun looked back at him. There was a scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his chin, as if his entire face had been cut in two.

"Just kill him. There might be ghosts in the wilderness." A woman with a cloth wrapped around her head lifted her eyelids and glanced at her. Her eyes were dead, as if she was saying "crush an ant to death" easily and naturally.

"Look at the way she's dressed. She doesn't look like a mountain mover. Did she get lost?" The man sitting next to her looked at Meng Liyun and said.

"Whatever she is." The woman gave him a disapproving look.

"You've been in this business for so many years, and you still have a kind heart?" One of them, an old man who looked to be around 50, laughed strangely and said sarcastically.

"You're lucky to be here in the wild in the middle of the night and not be taken away by wolves." The man looked at the old man and explained, "Besides-"

"She followed the footsteps and came here." Scarface said coldly, "It's not a coincidence."

"Then what else is there to say..." the woman said, standing up, drawing the scimitar from her waist, and striding towards Meng Liyun.

Meng Liyun felt something was wrong and stepped back, trying to climb up using her hands and feet. However, before she could stand up, she was pinned to the ground by the woman.

Meng Liyun panicked and struggled desperately.

The woman obviously didn't take her struggle seriously. She raised the corner of her mouth in contempt and said slowly, "Don't move, little sister. If this knife doesn't cut off your head, you will be in great trouble..."

The woman's words made Meng Liyun even more panicked. She waved her hands to resist, but the woman easily pinned her under her knees. She held her head with one hand, and the hand holding the scimitar had already reached under her neck.

Meng Liyun wanted to ask for help, but people around her either stared at her with interest, wanting to watch the fun, or avoided her gaze, trying to pretend that out of sight was out of mind.

Come to think of it, they are in the same group, how could they help me?

A chill rushed up along the blade. Meng Liyun struggled desperately, but it was useless. She could only watch as the blade slowly came closer and cut her skin.

"what to do?"

A familiar voice was heard, and Meng Liyun's eyes lit up, but the woman on her body showed no intention of stopping, and it was obvious that she planned to finish before answering.

The fear of death loomed over her, and Meng Liyun had no time to think, and instinctively cried for help.

"Help--"

Before he finished shouting, he felt a lightness on his body. He turned around and saw that the woman was kicked down by someone. She slid for a distance. Before he could think, he was pulled up by someone.

Meng Liyun was so frightened that she was sweating all over. She was still gasping for breath in shock when her chin was suddenly pinched and she was twisted back and forth.

When her eyes focused again, she saw her adoptive father staring at her in surprise.

"what do you mean?"

The woman was kicked away suddenly. She climbed up covered in dust and dirt, brushed the dirt off her body, and looked at the man unkindly.

The adoptive father ignored her and stared at her: "Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Liyun. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the bloody wound on her neck.

"You did it?" The adoptive father turned his head, his eyes gloomy, and looked at the woman not far away.

"What's wrong? This little girl."

Someone noticed that the atmosphere was not right and stepped forward to ask.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" The woman twirled the scimitar in her hand and stared at the man, as if ready to attack at any time.

Meng Liyun felt the murderous aura coming from her adoptive father. Although she was not afraid, she still slowly tightened his sleeves.

The adoptive father felt it, looked at her, stretched out his rough hand and touched her cheek soothingly, without saying anything.

"what happened?"

Hearing the sound, Meng Liyun turned around and saw her adoptive mother holding a shovel with a few handfuls of red soil on it.

"Then you should ask your husband. Who knows what's wrong with him?" The woman rubbed her shoulder that was hurt by the kick and said unhappily.

The adoptive mother looked in the direction she knew and successfully saw her from the adoptive father's arms.

The adoptive mother was obviously stunned, her eyes full of surprise.

Meng Liyun avoided their gazes. The gazes of these two people were like two beams of warm sunlight, making her cheeks feel hot.

"What are you doing here - who killed someone?!" The foster mother came over and wanted to ask, but the moment she saw the wound on her neck, her tone suddenly changed and she couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Who did it?" The adoptive mother seemed very angry. She usually spoke to her in a gentle voice, but now she spoke with a hint of dialect and a somewhat rough tone.

"Me, what's wrong?" Before Meng Liyun could speak, the woman admitted, "I wanted to kill her. How come you know her?"

"...Kill him?" The foster mother repeated the woman's words, tilted her head and looked at her for a while, and suddenly cursed, "I killed your eight generations of ancestors, you are so rare, it's like crawling into a dead body cave, why don't you kill your own son?"

"Ah?" The woman was stunned by the scolding. She blinked, a little confused and a little angry. "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." The adoptive mother met Meng Liyun's surprised look, and then she restrained herself a little, thinking that it was not good to do this in front of the child, but the disgust in her eyes was still obvious, "You think about killing people all day long, and you are doing a business that damages your virtue. Why don't you accumulate some virtue for yourself? If you fall into a cave of the dead one day, I won't save you."

"Do you know her?" asked the man who had just thrown her to the ground.

The adoptive father took out a roll of bandage, first covered her wound to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped her up carefully.

Meng Liyun glanced at the people around her and found that there were a few more people who had unknowingly appeared. Like her adoptive parents, those people were covered in wet mud. Two or three of them were holding shovels and leaning on the ground, staring at this side with interest, obviously watching the fun.

"Look, this is my daughter." The adoptive mother stood in front of her, with a stern face and eyes darting back and forth. She was like a leopard ready to pounce, staring at the group of people.

"I'm telling you, if you didn't know before, that's fine, but if you treat my Ni'er like this again, I won't be polite to you."

The foster mother looked at the woman threateningly, her tone sinister, just like a mother animal protecting her cub.

Everyone seemed very surprised to hear what the adoptive mother said.

"When did you have a child?" asked the man who had just spoken for her.

"It has nothing to do with you." The foster mother turned around and looked at her, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this question, Meng Liyun felt a little guilty. She avoided people's gazes and was hesitant to speak.

"We found this kid by following the trail." The scarred man said again, "What should we do now? You can't take your kid with you, right?"

"We have explored the road below almost completely. As long as we don't go too deep, there won't be any accidents." The foster mother understood what he said. She glanced at her, then at the others beside her, and after thinking for a moment, she made a decision: "Lao Qi will go down with you. She and I will stand guard up there."

Lao Qi refers to the adoptive father. Meng Liyun doesn’t know his name, she only knows that the adoptive mother always calls him Lao Qi.

The adoptive father nodded to show that he understood.

They quickly finished their discussion and left, leaving them alone by the fire. Meng Liyun wanted to take a look, but when she met her adoptive mother's gaze, she shrank her neck and sat down honestly.

"Why did you follow me?" The foster mother took her hand and asked her gently instead of scolding her, "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

Meng Liyun was stunned for a moment, then continued: "...Yes, I woke up and called you, but no one was there, so... I was a little scared, wondering what to do if something happened..."

The adoptive mother listened to her words, her eyes softened, and she hugged her gently: "It's okay, we are here...that is-"

"Are you doing anything dangerous?" Meng Liyun blinked, her eyes reddened, and tears suddenly fell, "Just now... that person wanted to kill me... I was so scared, and she told me to be calm, no, otherwise... she said if I didn't cut it off with one knife, then -"

"That damned bastard." The foster mother cursed in a low voice, then patted her back comfortingly and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. She won't dare."

"So... are you really doing something dangerous?" Meng Liyun suddenly looked up, crying, her eyes red and flashing with sadness, "Then, is my dad okay? I, I'm so worried, what if something unexpected happens..."

"No, no, they don't dare." The foster mother explained quickly, "They still have to rely on Lao Qi to come out, and they don't dare to do anything to him."

"What if..." Meng Liyun was still worried. She lowered her head slightly, and said weakly, "I can't help you either... It was the same before, I... I uh..."

Meng Liyun couldn't stop sobbing halfway through her words, covered her face and stopped talking.

Seeing this, the foster mother frowned and drooped her eyes slightly.

"...Don't think too much, child." The adoptive mother's gentle words rang in her ears, "You are still young, and you don't even have the ability to protect yourself. Blaming yourself blindly will only make you suffer. Neither we nor the child who brought you here think there is anything wrong."

"But...I—"

"Besides, what Lao Qi and I did was very risky. If you ask me, we are the ones who let you down." The foster mother sighed and said softly, "I guess that man didn't expect us to do such a thing..."

"What, what's the matter?" Meng Liyun asked with her eyes narrowed and her pupils moved slightly when she heard this.

"..." The foster mother opened her mouth, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

Meng Liyun waited for a moment, but didn't get her answer. She raised her head slightly, her eyes mixed with sadness, and said softly: "Yes... You are worried that I will expose you--"

"No, no, no, of course not." The foster mother quickly shook her head, her face tangled. Looking at her like this, she was silent for a moment, sighed, and gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't want to tell you... In fact, we don't do this often now. Today, I'm repaying a favor..."

"That's right..." the foster mother said with difficulty, "In the past, there were kings and princes... Before they died, they would build tombs in the mountains or somewhere else, and there would be a lot of burial objects in them, just..."

The foster mother said, avoiding her eyes: "We will find those places, and then check the Feng Shui... take out the valuables..."

The adoptive mother's voice became smaller and smaller, as if she was afraid that she would be disgusted after hearing it, and she hurriedly said: "Old Qi and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We have been exposed to this since we were young, and we followed our parents to work in the fields. We had no choice. I was injured because of this when I was young, and I couldn't have children. Now that you are here with great difficulty, we don't want you to follow our old path, so we never mentioned it to you... We didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Once we finish this order today, we will move and never do it again." The foster mother looked at her cautiously, trying to read something from her expression, but afraid to see disgust, "Okay?"

"..."

Meng Liyun was silent for a moment, then raised her head. There was no disgust or fear in her eyes as she had imagined, but deep concern: "Then the injury you suffered when you were young...are you healed?"

The foster mother was stunned: "What?"

"You said that you were injured when you were young, and your body was seriously affected... It must have been very painful at the time, right? I'm sorry, I was ignorant and followed you out of curiosity, and I caused you trouble." Meng Liyun said, feeling a little guilty, lowered her head and spoke softly.

After a long silence, she did not hear her adoptive mother speak. Meng Liyun was not only confused, but also a little uneasy. She looked up at her and found that her eyes were full of tears, and she seemed very moved.

Meng Liyun was a little confused, and before she could ask any questions, she was suddenly hugged.

The adoptive mother held her in her arms and rubbed the back of her head: "What a good child you are... How could that person be willing to give you to us..."

Hearing her adoptive mother's words, Meng Liyun was stunned, feeling moved and a little sad at the same time.

Meng Liyun lowered her eyes and said nothing more.

……

By the time my foster father and his friends came back, it was already light in the sky. As the crowd approached, I found that a few people were missing from the group, their bodies were covered in dust, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The atmosphere was a little strange. The foster mother stood up and walked to Lao Qi, looking at him with concern.

The foster father shook his head and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that the cave collapsed and a few people died."

The adoptive father was very calm when he said this. Meng Liyun could feel that he didn't care about the lives of these people, and could even be said to be indifferent. She found that the woman who hurt her didn't come back.

The foster mother obviously noticed this, but didn't say much. The blood-soaked man next to her suddenly spoke up, "Didn't they say there was no danger? Why did it collapse?"

"Shouldn't you ask Yaozi this question?" The adoptive father glanced at him coldly, "Why did you bring gunpowder in and blow up the coffin?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The foster mother gloomily grabbed her hand and pulled it towards her, asking her to hide behind her.

"This is different from what we agreed at the beginning." The man said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on his adoptive father.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"At the beginning, I didn't say I wanted to turn the tables. I just wanted to take some small ones." The adoptive father was not willing to be outdone and stared at him coldly.

A knife suddenly slipped out of the man's hand, and he turned the handle slightly. He stared at his adoptive father and stopped talking.

"Want to smash the stove?" the foster mother spoke, glancing at the other silent people, her eyes turned cold.

Meng Liyun hid behind her adoptive mother, revealing one eye to look at them, and her breathing became much lighter.