The international stage has entered a white-hot phase, with other nations watching from the sidelines secretly cheering for Great Xia.
After all, this is Great Xia's tomb. Anything that emerges will belong to Great Xia. Do the seafood in the ocean not appear on other countries' dining tables just because they are in personal domains?
Therefore, they were very pleased with Great Xia's actions, believing that these troublemakers should not be indulged.
Inside Great Xia at this moment.
"Boss, are our brushes really that good? Will people buy them just because you shaped them like Tai Chi? I know you believe in Taoism, but you can't joke about business. The whole family is waiting for you to provide for them."
A stationery shop owner was fiddling with the brushes in his hand. The Tai Chi symbols on them were made of crystal.
They did look somewhat appealing.
"What do you know? This is for decoration; it doesn't necessarily have to produce any specific effect."
As soon as the boss finished speaking, he saw a crowd of people appearing at the entrance, their eyes gleaming as if they had seen something delightful.
"Boss, I want a brush, the one in your hand."
One person rushed excitedly to the boss, looking at the brush in his hand, primarily at the Tai Chi symbol.
The boss was a bit stunned but quickly reverted to his businessman persona.
"These are quite valuable, you..."
"Here's ten thousand. I'll buy it."
The boss looked at the stack of money in front of him, and the word "one thousand" he was about to say was swallowed back.
"It's yours."
As soon as the boss accepted the money, he saw the people behind him also taking out their cash.
"Boss, I want one too."
"Me too, me too."
"Don't push me! What are you guys doing? I was here first."
The employees on the side were dumbfounded as customers kept shoving money at the boss.
They looked at the brushes in their hands in astonishment. Could they really make money like this?
And people were eagerly giving them money?
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin saw that the mercenaries were injured and decided to take a break. As they sat down, they heard the sound of children's laughter.
Their hearts, which had just settled, were once again filled with dread. They were still very nervous.
They quickly scanned their surroundings but only heard laughter, no other sounds.
"Who are you looking for?"
Zhou Lin could see these Jiaoren. These were the souls of Jiaoren who had been cruelly killed from their mother Jiaoren's bodies.
"Did you see the painter? A man, wearing white clothes."
One small Jiaohun, with round eyes, looked at him in confusion.
"That person... is already dead and has disappeared. You can let go of your resentment."
Zhou Lin saw that the Jiaoren were covered in blood, but their appearance and plight were very pitiable.
Zhou Lin did not want them to continue to wander aimlessly.
He was contemplating whether to blend them all together later so they could be reunited with their parents.
"You say he disappeared, and he disappeared? Are you also a bad person? You are the ones who caused us to be separated from our mothers. You humans are all bad people."
"That's right! You are the ones who separated us. You could have had your mother, but you harmed us."
"I will not let you go."
Zhou Lin listened to the chattering voices of these children, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
These were interesting children. They were indeed childlike. If they were adults, they would have attacked by now. Why were they so verbose?
Huo Qi, the other mercenaries, and the students heard the children's laughter, but this laughter... why did it sound so fluctuating?
"What's going on? Why is this laughter like this?"
The metaphysics professor was unable to understand, which was quite peculiar.
"It's just laughter, what else can you understand?"
Huo Qi cast a disdainful glance at the metaphysics professor.
"We can't understand it, but Zhou Lin seems to understand and is even talking animatedly."
Professor Fang, having overheard their conversation, interjected harmoniously.
"Hmm?"
Huo Qi and the metaphysics professor both looked at Professor Fang, then at Professor Fang's gaze towards Zhou Lin.
At that moment, Zhou Lin no longer had his fierce demeanor. Instead, he was looking gently forward, or more accurately, at the empty air.
"We can't see them, but Zhou Lin can, right? Forget it, there's no danger anyway. If there were, we have Zhou Lin to protect us, so let's not think too much about it. Let's rest for a while."
Seeing Zhou Lin's gentle attitude, Huo Qi stopped overthinking and focused on resting.
When Zuo Lin and Professor Song heard Huo Qi's words, they also felt they made sense and began to calmly bandage their wounds and take painkillers.
In the live stream.
"What is Big Boss Zhou Lin saying? What can he see?"
"It seems to be those Jiaoren, right? Are those children all in there?"
"Probably. I heard something about parents and being young. I was wondering earlier where those Jiaoren and Jiaohun had gone. So they came looking for the painter."
"That's truly commendable courage, not often seen."
"Indeed, Jiaoren are all this backbone."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin took out the soul blender in his hand and absorbed all the Jiaohun into it, finally blending them together.
This eventually formed a bead.
Inside the bead, the small Jiaohun glared at Zhou Lin, as if silently cursing him.
Zhou Lin placed these two beads together and then examined the Jiaofang Hall.
He walked around and looked, and behind a screen, he found some writing.
It was a poem, but it was not coherent at all.
Seeing Zhou Lin frowning, Huo Qi walked over curiously and asked.
"What's wrong? You're frowning."
Huo Qi was puzzled.
"Look at this poem; it doesn't seem very smooth."
Zhou Lin was not very knowledgeable about poetry and songs and could only ask the professor beside him for help.
"You should ask Professor Fang. He's more knowledgeable about Han Dynasty culture."
Huo Qi called Professor Fang over, and they both looked at the poem. The verses were not smooth.
Everyone else was watching the situation and followed. When they saw the poem, they could barely understand it.
"My education is limited; I don't recognize it."
"Me neither. I don't recognize many Han Dynasty characters."
"I recognize them, but reading them is not smooth."
"It would be great if it were smooth."