The Fatty slapped his own face, proclaiming righteously, "Indeed, it was your Professor Fatty who dug it."

Ge Mei and Ge Rong looked at the two of them, their faces fluctuating through shades of red and white, before finally exclaiming in amazement, "We never expected the Professor to have such a secret skill! Our school never teaches us how to dig tomb tunnels. Why don't we follow you from now on? You can be our Professor from now on."

The Fatty looked at the two young women. Still wet behind the ears, yet they wanted to take him as a master? This was truly... truly... Damn it, wasn't this heaven finally opening its eyes and granting Fatty a romantic encounter? But as a mentor, he had to maintain the air of a teacher. He said, "Alright, since you two are so sincere, you can follow me from now on. But let's get the unpleasantries out of the way first: if either of you regrets this later, Fatty will not take any responsibility whatsoever."

The Ge Mei sisters nodded excitedly. How could they blame Professor Fatty? If anyone was to blame, it was only themselves for being blindfolded and choosing such a sleazy professor.

The Fatty became furious, "Who is the sleazy professor?"

Seeing Professor Fatty angry, the Ge Mei sisters dared not speak further and obediently kept silent.

The Fatty commanded, "Ahem, I'm thirsty. Go pour me a glass of water."

Ge Mei moved without a word, going directly to the water cup and pouring him a glass.

Just as the Fatty was about to drink, he suddenly had an idea. He said, "Listen closely. Later, Ge Rong, you go find those two guys, Lu Zong and Ma Xiong—the ones standing outside yesterday. When they arrive, I'll say I'm thirsty, and Ge Mei will pour me water again, but she must also call out affectionately, 'Professor Fatty, please drink.' Do you remember?"

The two nodded quickly, "Remembered, remembered."

"Good. Ge Rong, go find those two perverted men. Ge Mei, get ready." With that, the Fatty reclined on the lounge chair, swaying leisurely.

Before long, the two returned. The Fatty lazily observed their strange looks before stretching, calling out, "Ge Mei, I'm thirsty. Bring me a glass of water."

Ge Mei dutifully handed him a glass of water, then said in a voice as sweet as honey, "Professor Fatty, please drink."

The Fatty accepted it generously, then said, "Alright, you two step back for now. I have things to discuss with these two lechers."

The Ge Mei sisters obediently withdrew. Ma Xiong and Lu Zong watched them leave, swallowing hard, their eyeballs nearly popping out like dead fish. Frankly, their expression could be summed up in one word: 'miserable.'

Ma Xiong looked at the Fatty in disbelief and said, "Not bad, Fatty. You settled two of them at once. When did you become Professor Fatty?"

Lu Zong, equally skeptical, stepped forward and pinched the Fatty's cheek. "Your brain hasn't fallen out, has it? When did you mutate?"

The Fatty slapped Lu Zong's hand away. "Take your dirty hands off me, you know nothing! This is called spiritual adoration. I am their spiritual totem now; I am their god. By the way, you two must absolutely not expose my true identity. My current identity is an archaeology professor from Shandong University—I am Professor Fatty."

Lu Zong and Ma Xiong exchanged glances and immediately understood the situation. They chuckled to each other, thinking that Fatty had finally handed them some leverage this time.

The Fatty said, "Let's talk business now. Actually, that tunnel outside—I buried it well yesterday and even sprinkled it with black dog blood. That way, the Yin energy from a typical tomb wouldn't escape. But unexpectedly, those two graduate students just said the tunnel broke open on its own. There must be something demonic in Cao Mu’s tomb, otherwise, the Corpse Qi wouldn't be this heavy. I feel danger here; we should leave first. This place is really too bizarre."

Lu Zong looked at the frightened expression of the Fatty and knew the seriousness of the matter. But thinking of the clue still in Lu Sha's hands, relating to Xinjiang and Cao Cao, which hadn't been clarified yet, he couldn't bear to leave just like that.

He said, "I think it's best for us to clarify Cao Cao's identity before we go. Besides, can you bear to watch all these people here perish, including your two pretty female students? It's a wonder they still call you Professor Fatty."

Ma Xiong also nodded, saying, "I definitely can't leave either. I'm the guard here, sent by the bureau; I absolutely cannot leave. Fatty, the three of us are waiting for your idea now. If you stay, I'll certainly be happy, but if you insist on leaving, we won't stop you."

The Fatty saw that the two seemed overwhelmingly confident about him staying, realizing they probably intended to use force if he refused. At this moment, all he could do was sigh. This new society where he grew up under the red flag was not as good as the dark old society; there was no personal freedom whatsoever.

Han Chong walked in from outside and saw the three of them lounging in the tent, sipping tea. He roared, "Hurry up and see! Something big has happened!"

The nerves of the three instantly tightened. They asked, "What happened?"

Han Chong said, "This morning, the tunnel you dug collapsed, revealing a massive amount of silver taels and jewels! The masses are fighting over them like crazy. Ma Xiong, hurry up and go manage the public order!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiong's head nearly exploded. If these jewels were snatched by the masses, he would likely be charged with a crime. He instantly dropped the teapot in his hand and dashed out of the tent.

Seeing the surrounding crowd already in an uproar, he became even more anxious. The Fatty, however, looked somewhat smug. Lu Zong asked, "Fatty, does this have anything to do with the tomb?"

The Fatty narrowed one eye and asked, "What has anything to do with what?"

Lu Zong slapped the Fatty's chest and said, "Stop playing dumb with me. I saw you deliberately remove one of the original supports for the tunnel when we came out, and you even poked the loose soil with your dagger. Did you arrange all this?"

The Fatty smiled and said, "As expected of someone mixed with my Fatty. You even noticed such meticulous planning. That's right. I felt the Yin energy and Corpse Qi inside that tunnel were too heavy, so I dismantled the tunnel. This way, the treasures would be exposed, and the crowd would rush to grab them. Their Yang energy can then neutralize the Corpse Qi inside. This act of spending money to avert disaster is relatively rational. If people's Yang energy didn't invade the tunnel with this money, I'm afraid the archaeologists staying there for a day would risk spiritual possession."

Lu Zong said, "Don't make yourself sound so noble. Why would they get possessed? I think you just feel that since you can't have those gold and silver treasures yourself, you'd rather bestow them upon the masses than let the archaeologists pocket them. It seems you have quite a grudge against these archaeologists."

The Fatty answered without hesitation, "Incorrect. It's my grudge against these male archaeologists that runs deep."

Lu Zong helplessly shook his head. Whatever, as long as it didn't affect his treasure, Han Chong. "Oh, my treasure."

Seeing Han Chong looking as if under a spell, the Fatty curled his lip and cursed, "Truly without backbone." With that, he walked out to see how Ma Xiong was cleaning up the mess.

The scene had long since lost control. Ma Xiong could only rely on his own strength to push back a few surrounding spectators. There was no other way; Ma Xiong had to resort to the most primitive method. He drew a gun from his waist and fired two shots into the air. However, the sound of the gunshots was drowned out by the noise of the frenzied looting crowd. Faint beads of sweat formed on Ma Xiong's forehead. It seemed he needed to make an example of someone today.

Lu Zong watched Ma Xiong gnash his teeth, fearing he might do something foolish. He quickly called out to the Fatty to fetch a loudspeaker from inside, while he himself climbed onto the tent to try and calm Ma Xiong down and stop him from doing anything rash.

A moment later, the Fatty brought the loudspeaker. Ma Xiong fired two shots into the speaker. The sound, amplified by the device, was deafening. The rumbling sounds of the looting finally quieted down.

Ma Xiong cursed, "Damn all your mothers! Haven't you ever seen money? Haven't you ever seen a tomb? This is your ancestral tomb, and you dare to loot it! Whoever dares to carry even a piece of metal out of this tomb's perimeter, I'll shoot him dead! Whoever dares to test me, I'm ready to accompany you! Now, I'll count one, two, three. Whoever is still holding metal is crossing me. Crossing me means crossing the CIA. Crossing the CIA means crossing the government. Crossing the government means crossing Chairman Hu. And crossing Chairman Hu obviously means crossing Chairman Mao! You all know Chairman Mao, right? He is our ancestor! Crossing your ancestor—isn't that crossing your own parents? Crossing your parents clearly means being unfilial. Being unfilial is betraying the teachings of Master Kong! This extends to Master Kong—it means crossing Master Kong! Crossing Master Kong means crossing Chinese civilization! This act of undermining national sovereignty is crossing all of China—it's the great sin of rebellion! Today I'm going to capture a few living traitors and subject them to death by a thousand cuts, and spanking!"

Han Chong couldn't help it and burst out laughing. But the masses were terrified, trembling all over, slowly putting down the items in their hands.

Lu Zong looked at Ma Xiong’s stern face and couldn't hold back either. He finally jumped down from under the tent, scrambled inside, and looked at the Fatty clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably. He hadn't expected Ma Xiong to have this trick up his sleeve; his rhetoric was quite something! Just for taking a few things, he could logically escalate it to treason. If he saw someone eating a banana, would he assume they weren't married?

The Fatty said, "This is knowledge, and knowledge is power. You must use different methods for different people. Do you still think this is the era of hunting naked? What matters now is knowledge, is brains."

Lu Zong knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare say much, just kept laughing until he was done. When he finished, Ma Xiong also walked in. Seeing the two holding their stomachs, he finally collapsed, falling to the ground, crying out, "Oh my god, I was scared to death!"

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