185: The place where the Martial Saint passed away?

Lin Fan was grabbed by Zhang Dabao by the collar, but there was no awkwardness on his face. Instead, he patted his shoulder earnestly and spoke with heartfelt advice.

"Daoist priest, what are you talking about, 'paying back money'? That's too formal!"

"What am I doing? I'm making a strategic transfer! I'm scouting the path for you! What if there's a more powerful mechanism ahead? If I don't go down and try it first, and you follow, wouldn't that be sending yourself to your death for nothing?"

He paused, a "I'm thinking of you" expression on his face.

"I haven't even asked you for the scouting fee yet, and you, on the other hand, are asking me for compensation? Where in the world is there such a principle?"

His words were righteous and completely shameless.

Zhang Dabao was stunned on the spot, his head buzzing.

He always felt that something was wrong with those words...

But on closer inspection, it seemed to make a lot of sense?

"You..."

He pointed at Lin Fan, 'you-ing' for a long time, and finally let go of his hand dejectedly, his face flushed crimson, like a pig's liver.

He had come to realize that trying to reason with this kid was purely asking for humiliation.

His skin was thicker than a city wall!

"Fine! You're ruthless!" Zhang Dabao gritted his teeth, "But I'll lay down the ground rules first. If there are any more treasures in this tomb, I get seventy percent, you get thirty percent! Otherwise, this Daoist priest won't be done with you!"

"No problem!" Lin Fan agreed without thinking, his quick acceptance making Zhang Dabao a little embarrassed.

Lin Fan, however, chuckled to himself.

Treasures?

I came in first, so if there's anything good, how could it be your turn?

"Daoist priest, look, this tomb chamber is full of mechanisms. I've been studying it for a long time and haven't found a clue. How about... you go first?"

Lin Fan pointed at the seemingly ordinary ground ahead, giving Zhang Dabao a "kind" smile.

Zhang Dabao's heart tightened upon hearing this, and he instantly became wary.

This kid definitely had ill intentions!

But then he thought again, he was a professional! Could such a small mechanism really stump him?

"Hmph! Move aside! Let this Daoist priest do it!"

Zhang Dabao stuck the ugly greatsword into the ground, took out a compass from hisin arms, muttered incantations, and began to pace around the small tomb chamber.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, leisurely folded his arms, stepped aside, and wore a smile of someone watching a good show.

"Xun position! Li position! Qian position!"

Zhang Dabao muttered incantations, his footwork profound, and he actually managed to find some patterns.

However!

Just as he stepped on the last brick, located in the center of the tomb chamber!

"Crack—!"

A soft sound!

The floor tile beneath his foot suddenly sank halfway!

Immediately after!

"Rumble—!"

The entire tomb chamber began to tremble violently!

Numerous bowl-sized holes suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless poisonous needles, flashing with a faint blue light, shot out from the holes, like a pear blossom storm, covering the entire tomb chamber.

"Damn it! You tricked me again!"

Zhang Dabao was so scared his soul almost flew out, letting out an earth-shattering scream!

He swung the ugly greatsword beside him in a circle to block in front of him, keeping the poisonous needles out.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of dense metallic clangs was incessant.

This wasn't over yet.

Less than a second after the poisonous needles finished shooting, a huge black hole slowly opened in the ceiling of the tomb chamber.

A large net, made of unknown material and flashing with a chilling cold light, suddenly descended.

The net was also smeared with a sticky, foul-smelling liquid, clearly some kind of potent poison!

"Are you never going to stop?!"

Zhang Dabao yelled loudly, no longer caring about hiding his trump cards, and directly pulled out several spherical small objects from hisin arms, throwing them fiercely at the large net.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out!

Blasting a huge hole in the large net.

After all this, Zhang Dabao was already panting heavily.

He slumped onto the ground, pointing at Lin Fan, who still had an "innocent" look, and cursed loudly.

"You dog! You definitely did that on purpose!"

"You knew, didn't you?!"

Lin Fan spread his hands, a "I don't know either" expression on his face.

"Daoist priest, you're really wronging me here."

"I just thought you were a professional, who knew... your professional level seems a bit lacking."

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dabao felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood almost gushed out on the spot.

He pointed at Lin Fan, 'you-ing' for a long time, and finally, it turned into a roar of indignation.

"The treasures in this tomb! I'm taking seventy percent! No! Eighty percent! One less point, and this Daoist priest will fight you to the death!"

This time, he really suffered a huge loss!

Those explosive fire pearls were all his most prized possessions, each one priceless!

"Alright, alright, eighty percent it is."

Lin Fan waved his hand, an "it's up to you" expression on his face.

Zhang Dabao's anger finally subsided a bit, and he got up from the ground, surveying the chaotic tomb chamber with lingering fear.

"Damn it, this tomb owner is too sinister."

He grumbled, but also found a blessing in disguise: in the corner of the wall, due to the explosion, a loose stone brick was revealed.

He took a step forward and pressed it with his hand.

"Rumble—!"

Another sound of mechanisms started.

At the end of the tomb chamber, a stone door slowly opened.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in the other's eyes.

The real tomb chamber was about to appear!

The two walked into the passage, one after the other.

The walls on both sides of the passage were covered with murals.

The murals depicted the life of a man, from birth, to Cultivating, to becoming famous in one region, and finally, passing away here.

Judging from the information revealed in the murals, the tomb owner seemed to be a... Martial Saint!

A genuine Martial Saint expert!

Both of them were shocked.

Just as the two were intently looking at the murals, trying to find some clues from them.

The corner of Lin Fan's eye caught sight of a skeleton that had long turned to dust in the corner of the passage.

The skeleton's hand seemed to be tightly clutching something.

He remained calm, his footsteps subtly shifting, seemingly unintentionally, approaching the skeleton.

While Zhang Dabao wasn't paying attention, he flipped his wrist and had already put the item from the skeleton's hand into his Storage Ring.

It was a withered but still faintly fragrant... Spirit Medicine!

Although he didn't know its grade, to be so cherished by a Martial Saint's burial companion, it must be extraordinary.

After doing all this, there was no ripple on Lin Fan's face, as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dabao was still immersed in the life story of the Martial Saint, unable to extricate himself, and completely unaware of Lin Fan's small actions.

"Hehe, I'm rich."

Lin Fan thought happily to himself.