That laughter sent chills down my spine, making every hair on my body stand on end.

I didn't know if I was just imagining it, or if everyone else heard it too, so I reached out and patted Hong Jie's ample backside, whispering, "Hong Jie, did you hear that? Someone's laughing!"

Hong Jie immediately turned around in the tunnel, looking at me with a terrified expression. "I heard it! Sounds like an old man laughing!"

Uncle Mei, who was in front of Hong Jie, heard it even more clearly and said to us, "Doesn't it sound like Mr. Liao's laughter to you?"

"Why would Mr. Liao be laughing for no reason?" I asked, puzzled.

Soon, voices of questioning came from the front of the tunnel, as the others had also been startled by Mr. Liao's laughter.

"Mr. Liao, what are you laughing at?"

"Yeah, what was that sudden laughter for? You scared me!"

"Mr. Liao, it's dark as hell in here, don't go scaring people!"

"..."

But for some reason, Mr. Liao ignored them. He didn't laugh again, but continued to move forward, pushing the corpse of the ancient Shu king.

After all, Mr. Liao was a distinguished guest invited by Shopkeeper Wang, and a big figure in the martial world, so the grave robbers held back out of respect and didn't press him any further.

But I felt that something was strange, that something wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

After crawling forward for a while, sounds came from ahead again, as if Little Liu and Flathead, who were leading the way, had discovered a tomb chamber.

I heard Flathead shout in his hoarse voice, "Boss! There's a tomb chamber here! A tomb chamber!"

Because the tunnel was too narrow, people could only crawl inside, and after a long time, everyone was starting to feel exhausted. Finding a tomb chamber was a good opportunity to go in and rest.

Shopkeeper Wang immediately ordered, "Go in and take a look!"

Little Liu and Flathead took the lead and squeezed inside.

There didn't seem to be any danger in the tomb chamber, and Little Liu soon called out to the others, "Come on in, it's pretty spacious inside."

Uncle Mei, Hong Jie, and I followed and squeezed in as well. But when I entered the tomb chamber, I was stunned.

The tomb chamber was very shabby. There were no coffins or bronzes. Compared to the previous tomb chambers filled with burial goods and artifacts, this place was dirt poor.

I scanned the entire tomb chamber and only saw two strange pieces of "furniture"—a bed on the left-hand side of the entrance and another on the right.

Taking a closer look, I could hardly believe my eyes!

The two beds weren't historical relics at all, but simple folding beds that were commonly found on the market these days!

Many migrant workers often carry such a folding bed with them. Whenever they want to sleep, they can simply unfold the bed, spread out a mattress, and sleep comfortably.

I walked over and took a closer look. I saw some empty mineral water bottles, biscuit wrappers, and sausage wrappers thrown under the beds. It didn't look like a tomb chamber at all, but more like a construction site dormitory.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Wang also saw the two beds and asserted, "It seems that this is the White-Clad Immortal's lair. I didn't expect this woman to be so hardcore that she actually sleeps in an ancient tomb."

Hong Jie turned pale and said, "Good heavens, sleeping in an ancient tomb? Why would she do that? Isn't she afraid of being haunted by vengeful spirits at night!"

Flathead also wondered, "Could it be that she can't afford to rent a house outside? Doesn't have a place to live? So she can only live underground like a rat?"

Shopkeeper Wang slapped Flathead on the head and cursed, "Idiot, use your brain! Why would she live in an ancient tomb? It must be for digging tunnels! It seems that the number of grave robbers under her command is limited, unlike us with our large numbers. She can only dig the tunnel and disperse the soil bit by bit, so she temporarily dug herself a dormitory and lives next to the tunnel for the convenience of starting work at any time."

Flathead suddenly realized and nodded obsequiously, "Boss is brilliant! Boss is brilliant! So that's how it is."

Hong Jie looked at the two beds in the tomb chamber and said, "In that case, the White-Clad Immortal should have an accomplice? There are two beds here, she definitely didn't come here alone."

Flathead said with a chuckle, "Maybe that bed belongs to her man. The White-Clad Immortal and her man are tomb-robbing partners."

I thought so at first too, but when I looked closely at the two beds, I suddenly saw something that struck me like a bolt of lightning!

It was a tracksuit! A pink tracksuit!

The day Little Mei took me home, she was wearing this tracksuit!

This tracksuit was usually used as a blanket, to be covered with when sleeping on the bed, but for some reason, it ended up being left on the bed.

As soon as I saw this tracksuit, my body began to tremble uncontrollably!

Could it be that the person living here with the White-Clad Immortal isn't her man, but Little Mei?

But why would Little Mei come tomb-robbing with her? Was Little Mei kidnapped by her?

If Aunt Mei was really killed by the White-Clad Immortal, then Little Mei must have been taken hostage by her. Could this be the dungeon where the White-Clad Immortal is holding Little Mei?

My mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and I was in a daze. I stood there for a long time before I thought of turning around to look at Uncle Mei.

Uncle Mei had obviously recognized the tracksuit as well. I saw him staring intently at the clothes on the bed, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with tears.

He must have made a great effort to keep himself from reacting abnormally in front of these grave robbers.

I slowly walked to Uncle Mei's side and whispered, "Uncle, it's Little Mei's jacket, that's Little Mei's jacket."

Uncle Mei nodded at me, moved his lips as if to say something, but didn't utter a word.

I steadied my emotions and pretended to walk casually to the bedside, picked up the tracksuit, and quietly felt around in the pockets.

Because this tracksuit was mass-produced, although Little Mei was wearing this style when she came home, there was a possibility that someone else was wearing the same clothes as Little Mei.

But soon I found crucial evidence, because in the pocket of this jacket, there were two tickets—a train ticket and a long-distance bus ticket.

That was exactly the means of transportation Little Mei and I took home!

This is Little Mei's jacket!

I hid the tickets in my palm, threw the clothes back on the bed, and turned to walk towards Uncle Mei.

I quietly handed him the tickets, lowered my voice, and said with a tremor, "Uncle, that's Little Mei's jacket! We've found Little Mei! We're about to find Little Mei!"

Uncle Mei took the tickets from my hand, looked down, and couldn't hold back his tears any longer, which fell patteringly on the tickets.

I heard him say in a very small, restrained voice, "An'an, Dad will definitely take you home! Dad will definitely take you home!"