"That's it, what does this mean?"
Atop the hill, the sun was blazing, and a few beads of sweat formed on Shen Qianqian's forehead.
Lin Chuan took cover behind a small tree, and then raised his hand to point to a location about a kilometer away from the construction site pit. It was also a relatively flat depression, but much more secluded.
"That should be where the tomb is located."
"How did you figure that out?" Shen Qianqian, once again, felt a trace of amazement towards the young man she had known for quite some time.
He always brought her something different.
"Seeking the dragon to divide the gold, observing how the mountains entwine, each twist is a barrier, eight dangerous gates as if in a bagua formation—doors must follow the eight trigrams," Lin Chuan recited cryptically.
"Pretty good at bluffing."
Shen Qianqian raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying.
"Actually, I'm not entirely certain now, we'll have to go down and see."