Lin Xiwang scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.
"Material? Spontaneous combustion?" Gu Qingheng muttered softly.
Yang Ruxin’s expression froze for a moment, but instead of defending herself, she nodded, "Yes, after humans or animals die, their bones produce a substance called phosphorus. This substance has a very low ignition point and combusts upon contact with air, emitting a blue-green light..."
"Sister Xin, you know so much." Lin Xiwang’s eyes were filled with admiration.
"Your Sister Xin does know a lot. If you want to make something of yourself, you should follow her and learn," Gu Qingheng glanced at Lin Xiwang. "Not everyone gets such an opportunity."
Lin Xiwang nodded vigorously.
Yang Ruxin just looked at Gu Qingheng with a smile. How could she not love a man who trusted her without suspicion?
"Could someone have died here?" Gu Qingheng pinched Yang Ruxin’s hand and scratched the palm twice. If she kept looking at him like that, he would struggle to control himself and might just devour her.
Yang Ruxin quickly grasped his thoughts and hurriedly changed the subject, "It could be human or animal bones. In any case, any dead body could emit Ghost Fire. If it’s a human, there might really be treasure here. Let’s go, let’s check it out over there..."
The group then crossed the river, stepping on a few stone stumps.
"These are human bones." Once they reached the other side, indeed, beneath the blue-green luminescence were piles of white bones. Gu Qingheng examined them closely. "This means people have really been here."
"And not just a few," Yang Ruxin glanced at the bones on the ground. "They couldn’t possibly be the people from Bone Village and the surrounding villages who disappeared over a decade ago, could they?"
"What are the odds?" Gu Qingheng chuckled, "Maybe they were tomb raiders from generation to generation. Look, there’s a shovel over there..."
"A Luoyang shovel?" Yang Ruxin’s eyes nearly popped out as she looked at the "U" shaped iron shovel with a rotten wooden handle. "It really is a tomb raider’s tool."
In her previous life, whenever tomb robbing was mentioned, the Luoyang shovel was a standard piece of equipment.
"A Luoyang shovel?" Gu Qingheng frowned again. "Xinxin, how do you know about Luoyang?"
"Ah?" Yang Ruxin blinked. "Isn’t that its name?"
"Indeed, it used to be called Luoyang, the capital of several previous dynasties, but then during the Great Han Dynasty, Luoyang was renamed Changyang, and the capital was moved to what is now Beijing..." Gu Qingheng gave Yang Ruxin a look. "This shovel indeed used to be a common tool for tomb raiders in the Luoyang area..."
Yang Ruxin stuck out her tongue inwardly, forgetting that this era was a divergence from normal history. She could only laugh and say, "I heard it from someone."
Gu Qingheng chuckled, "Then what else have you heard?"
"Didn’t I already tell you last time? There’s a lot I know; you can find out bit by bit," Yang Ruxin didn’t dodge the question deliberately.
"Alright," Gu Qingheng nodded.
Just then, Lin Xiwang suddenly cried out in alarm and with a swoosh, dashed to Yang Ruxin’s side, "Over there..."
Following Lin Xiwang’s gesture, Yang Ruxin’s eyes widened. She saw two large red lanterns slowly approaching from the darkness across the water, accompanied by the sound of water and a foul, fishy odor wafting towards them.
"Let’s go," Gu Qingheng pulled Yang Ruxin behind him and drew his treasure sword. They were facing a gigantic creature they had never seen before.