Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Old Yao pondered for a moment and nodded, "Alright, let's go down and have a look."

The two archaeological team leaders reached a consensus and decided to join forces to enter the ancient tomb, attempting to find Zhong Xunfeng's whereabouts.

The rain was pouring down heavily.

Fortunately, the archaeological team had already taken measures for rain and water drainage near the tomb entrance.

After arranging the relevant work, Old Yao and Zhao Shan, equipped with their tools, crawled into the tomb entrance and entered the ancient tomb.

The burial chamber of the Nanyue Royal Family Tomb was very deep, descending nearly twenty meters before reaching the bottom of the tomb.

At such depths, many communication devices were no longer functional.

On the ground.

The rain continued to fall heavily, so much that it could remind one of scenes like "please, stop fighting anymore."

More than an hour later, a head emerged from the tomb entrance.

It was Old Yao.

Qin Sisi and other archaeological staff immediately went over to help him out, but they did not see Zhao Shan following behind him.

"Captain Yao, where is Captain Zhao?" an archaeologist from team eight asked with a frown.

Old Yao's face was pale, and he was gasping for air. After a long time, he finally caught his breath and said, "He went into the maze and didn't come out."

A tight feeling gripped everyone's hearts.

The situation that Zhong Xunfeng and Zhao Shan encountered was exactly what all archaeological teams feared might happen. They had assumed it would be a straightforward exploration, but the tomb chambers were full of ever-changing dangers, with the potential for accidents at any moment.

This was an inevitable scenario.

Mazes often came with traps and were notoriously dangerous. Once lost inside, a reckless move could trigger a fatal trap, making it hard to predict life or death.

If one could not find a way out, they might end up trapped inside, eventually becoming nothing but bones.

Zhong Xunfeng and Zhao Shan were in danger.

"Captain Yao, what do we do now?" another archaeological staff member asked.

"What to do..."

Old Yao murmured quietly to himself, his face still pale, his eyes somewhat dim, his mind a blank.

However, with Zhao Shan trapped, members from both archaeological teams were now looking to him for leadership.

Old Yao forced himself to steady his panicked mind, "How long before the rescue team arrives?"

"The firefighters, police, and doctors have already set out and should be here any moment now, but we haven't rescued the people yet," an archaeologist replied.

Old Yao nodded and calmed himself, "Our primary issue right now is that we have no way to get through this maze and the traps inside. Does team eight have any experts skilled in dealing with these kinds of traps?"

The members of the eighth archaeological team fell silent.

Clearly, they did not.

"We might need a tomb-robbing expert to lead the way," one archaeologist said after swallowing nervously.

"At this time, where do we find a tomb-robbing expert?" another one asked with a furrowed brow.

"A tomb-robbing expert?"

Old Yao's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh violently before immediately turning to look at Qin Sisi standing aside.

Qin Sisi looked taken aback, "Captain Yao, are you talking about Lin Chuan?"

"Yes, the tomb-robbing expert we can contact the quickest is Lin Chuan!" Old Yao felt a glimmer of hope revive in his heart.

There were indeed many tomb-robbing experts in prisons everywhere.

But just going through the approval procedures would take a while, not to mention the travel time. By the time they arrived, Zhong Xunfeng and Zhao Shan might already be in grave danger.

Currently, in their circle of contacts, only Lin Chuan was the closest.

As for whether Lin Chuan could lead them into the tomb chamber and rescue Zhong Xunfeng and Zhao Shan, no one could provide a definite answer.

But Old Yao knew that this was the only plank he could grasp in the vast ocean, and a hint of green appearing in the scorching desert.

"I'll call Lin Chuan right away,"

Qin Sisi's brows were knitted together, her face showing an urgent expression.

The rumble of thunder continued to sound, but at this point, there was no longer any possibility to worry about the rainy conditions—saving people was urgent.

Dudu dudu——

The call connected.

Before Lin Chuan could speak, Qin Sisi immediately said, "Writer Lin, our archaeological team is in a crisis!"

"What happened?"

On the other end of the phone, Lin Chuan had just walked out of the "Spring River Moon" restaurant and sat in the passenger seat of Shen Qianqian's car. Hearing Qin Sisi's urgent tone, he frowned.

Qin Sisi continued, "We've discovered an ancient tomb here at Dabao Mountain in Anling, and our colleague is trapped inside a maze, which might also contain mechanisms. The situation is dire, that's why our archaeological team is asking for your help."

Lin Chuan's brows tightened a bit more, "Send me the exact location."

"Okay."

Qin Sisi felt relieved and immediately sent Lin Chuan the location information.

On the other side, Shen Qianqian's phone also rang.

The caller ID showed: Director Zhang.

Shen Qianqian immediately pressed the answer button, nodding continuously.

"Qianqian's archaeological team seems to have run into danger," Shen Qianqian looked towards Lin Chuan beside her.

Lin Chuan nodded, "Yes, Sisi just called me asking to go there, to see if I can lead them out."

"Shall I drive you there?" Shen Qianqian asked.

"Yes," Lin Chuan nodded.

Shen Qianqian immediately drove the white SUV through the misty rain, leaving Qingxiu District, heading towards the outskirts, driving through the spacious urban roads, and entering the winding mountain roads.

The destination, Dabao Mountain.

Ling ling ling——

The phone rang again.

It was an unknown number.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment and chose to answer, "Hello, who is this?"

From the phone, a friendly yet urgent voice came through, "Lin, hello, I am Zhong Chengming from Han River Province."

"Elder Zhong, hello."

Lin Chuan's eyebrows raised slightly, showing some surprise.

Previously, during a casual conversation with Zhang Biao, Zhang had mentioned Elder Zhong, so Lin Chuan was aware.

However, Lin Chuan did not know the relationship between Zhong Xunfeng and Zhong Chengming.

"The archaeologists trapped in the maze of the Nanyue Royal Family Tomb are connected with me, and I personally want to thank you for your willingness to go to Dabao Mountain for the rescue," Zhong Chengming's tone over the phone was serious and sincere.

"Elder Zhong, I will do my best," Lin Chuan said with some realization.

"Lin, I also hope you will proceed with your capabilities in mind. You are Han River's talent, and I wouldn't want you to get yourself into a dire situation. That's not what I want to see," Zhong Chengming added.

Zhong Chengming gave Lin Chuan the impression of an elder caring for a junior, friendly and kind.

His tone sounded as if he had known Lin Chuan for a long time.

"Rest assured, Elder Zhong."

Lin Chuan sensed Elder Zhong's concern, and his heart stirred slightly.

"Be careful driving in the rain," Zhong Chengming advised, "And once you're in the Nanyue Royal Family Tomb, be even more cautious. Safety comes first."