The man ran for a long time, the sound of the Japanese soldiers firing behind him constant, making him feel as if every bullet might graze him, bringing unbearable pain. The scorching sensation was hot and sharp; Translator Long felt an immediate chill course through him, his resolve instantly dissolving as he felt his end was near. He frantically patted himself all over, but after fumbling around, he suddenly realized no blood was flowing from his body. He couldn't believe it, so he felt around again, then twisted his head back to look—the pursuing Japanese soldiers had vanished without a trace. He was utterly bewildered.

"My heavens, what is happening? Where did all those Japanese soldiers go?" he muttered to himself. Suddenly, a chilling, strange gust of wind blew by, raising goosebumps all over Translator Long's skin. He pressed the painful spots on his body; they were all just large welts, thankfully not life-threatening ones.

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching from the south side of the woods. Translator Long turned to flee, but halfway there, he heard someone calling him: "Translator Long, wait up! It's Zhou Huan!" The voice was very soft, as the area was quiet enough that any sound carried.

"Ah, Master Zhou, it's me! How did you get here?" Translator Long stopped running. "Master Zhou, is our fight over?"

"It's over. All twenty-odd Japanese soldiers are eliminated. Next is our business!" As soon as Zhou Huan finished speaking, Translator Long followed him from west to east, gathering everyone who had participated in the engagement. Then, Scarface and Old Cripple Huang raised their weapons, preparing to strike down Translator Long because he was wearing a Japanese military cap, but Zhou Huan intercepted them.

"Hold your hands. He is one of us in this group; without him, none of you would have escaped the Japanese hands. This place isn't safe right now. That burst of gunfire we just heard means the Japanese Kempeitai will likely be rushing over to investigate soon, so we need to finish what we need to do quickly and then retreat." After Zhou Huan gave his instructions, the group each grabbed their tools and followed Old Cripple Huang toward the burial mounds.

With a Chiyue strapped to his back and facing the mounds ahead, some tombs bore gravestones, others only rough bricks, and some crypts were already half-collapsed. Zhou Huan helped cover the soil on all these graves, but this bunch disliked these seemingly unremarkable resting places. They only wanted to find a large family tomb where they could plunder valuables. This Old Cripple Huang actually had some knowledge; he knew for a fact there had to be something valuable in this cemetery because, in the past, a manor in his former village had its owners buried there. After the manor owner died, the family sold everything and used the money to purchase burial artifacts, each worth a king's ransom.

"Brothers, help me search. It should be around this area. Look for mounds without gravestones, only bricks, but pay attention: the bricks must have characters inscribed, and the family name is Liang." As Cripple Huang spoke, he bent over, head bowed, searching the ground, examining one brick after another. The group checked over a dozen graves, but they found no bricks marked with the surname Liang.

Translator Long, still reeling from having killed so many Japanese soldiers, stayed close to Zhou Huan and whispered, "Master Zhou, isn't it strange? I felt like I took so many bullets just now, but I didn't feel anything specific, only some soreness, and just got a few welts."

Zhou Huan grinned and said, "Then let me show you your companion!" Zhou Huan casually produced a talisman, scattering its ash directly onto Translator Long's face. Translator Long hurriedly wiped his face, rubbing his eyes as he tried to look around him.

Right beside Translator Long stood a large ghost, its size perfectly capable of swallowing Translator Long whole. When Translator Long looked closely, the ghost's body was covered entirely in spent bullet casings. It grinned widely at Translator Long, emitting a foul odor characteristic of spirits, which made Translator Long stumble backward repeatedly.

"Master Zhou, what is this? Did he block all those bullets for me?"

Zhou Huan nodded. "Without him, you would have been riddled like a sieve by now. Alright, say goodbye to him, and he will leave!"

Translator Long bid farewell to the great ghost. The ghost turned, dissolving into a gust of cool wind and disappearing.

"Hey guys, come look at this—what does this character read as?" Scarface held up a brick inscribed with characters. Because he didn't know many characters, he could still recognize the character Liang.

Zhou Huan and the others rushed over. They saw several large characters inscribed on the brick: "Liang Residence Tomb!" Zhou Huan surveyed the area; this tomb was the very first one at the front. Behind it, the first row had two pairs, four mounds in total. Further back were eight, and the last row contained thirty-two. This entire stretch of hillside appeared to be the ancestral burial ground for the Liang family estate, with all the mounds arranged in a pyramid structure descending backward.

Old Cripple Huang became somewhat excited, placing his hands on his hips. "Damn it! How much money did this old Liang family fleece from the common folk, only to end up buried here? Fine, I'll dig up every single one of their mounds. I want to see what kind of wealth this family truly possessed."

Scarface, seeing such a vast collection of noble tombs, was naturally even happier. This fellow was full of brute strength and loved grave robbing, keeping the spoils to sell for cash. His greatest pleasure was that fleeting moment of euphoria when spending money, and he burst into loud laughter: "Excellent! These guys clearly have something to hide, otherwise why wouldn't they even erect gravestones? Graves like these must be excavated!"

Zhou Huan raised a talisman. "Wealth is external; you are all ghosts already. Stop clinging to things you no longer need in death. Let these fellows help sort things out properly. Later, exchange them for money, and since you don't need the money, let them spend it with comfort." As Zhou Huan mumbled, wisps of red smoke began to drift upwards from the graveyard, some even mixed with streaks of black smoke and faint red light, ascending toward the sky.

"Brother Zhou is truly amusing, always writing and burning talismans for fun. Let's get to work first. We'll start by prying open this first one!" Scarface reached out to break into the tomb, but Old Cripple Huang and Little Four stopped him.

Little Four shielded his voice slightly: "Since we've all survived until today, let's start dismantling from the back. I have a feeling the ones further back are the more recent interments; the ones at the front are the ancestors. Let's give our six progenitors respect and start from the rear. I heard one of these graves was acquired in exchange for an entire manor. Let's see what's inside."

"Honestly, if you won't do it, I will. You two go to the back and work on the newer ones. I want to see what this first one signifies." He immediately pulled out his chisel, hammer, and shovel, then kicked open the Liang family's brickwork. The chisel plunged into the burial mound, and the iron shovel began fiercely digging into the earth.

Old Cripple Huang, however, took Little Four straight to the very last mound in the final row. Cripple Huang was certain this was the tomb acquired for a manor because he had followed the family during that interment years ago. At the time, Cripple Huang had been present during the burial, and he recalled that no more than three people had ever seen the buried artifacts.

Zhou Huan's voice rose slightly: "Brothers, be careful. These are all burial mounds; angering the wrong one can be trouble. Look, these spirits will certainly hold a grudge against you later."

"Don't worry, Master Zhou. We do this better than we eat! Look, this last mound is open!" Old Cripple Huang was extremely smug, knowing the contents here were priceless treasures. He then very carefully began digging down toward the coffin. As Scarface was digging, his chisel suddenly struck something solid.

"Damn it, it's stone! This is going to take a while to get through." Normally, encountering such a situation would cause panic and confusion, but Scarface was a seasoned veteran; he wasn't intimidated by a stone sarcophagus. Perhaps a few more strikes would break open the stone coffin, and he continued to work diligently.

At the last stone coffin, Old Cripple Huang was meticulously preparing to expose the lid so they could easily open the coffin and retrieve the contents.