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"Emperor Ai made countless enemies during his lifetime. While he was alive, he could still suppress the situation. But if he died, those enemies he had offended would absolutely ensure he had no peace even in death."
"He was also inherently suspicious. Even the Jinwu Guard, whom he had personally cultivated, could hardly earn his complete trust."
"He went to great lengths to construct this mausoleum, even using half the national treasury as bait, precisely to make the world believe he was indeed buried in the imperial tombs."
"Later, he had a Mystic Master use the long-life lamp as a conduit to lay a blood curse, all to ensure that any thieves would meet a terrible end."
In reality, this method had indeed killed many intruders.
This also nourished the evil spirit, allowing it to separate from its vessel.
As the evil spirit spoke to this point, it suddenly laughed with disdain.
"Unfortunately, Emperor Ai was obstinate and self-serving, selfish and arrogant. He thought his plans were seamless, but in reality, he committed the greatest folly: being too clever for his own good."
"He wanted to hide his own remains in the mountains, but unfortunately, a traitor emerged from within the Jinwu Guard. In the end, he never even made it out of the mausoleum."
"Even his robes were stripped off, and his body was mixed with those of the sacrificial corpses. Hundreds of years have passed, bones piled high, and no one can distinguish which one is his."
"This, in a way, fulfilled his wish for after death."
It was just that Emperor Ai had laid out so many schemes, only for it to end in such a peaceful manner; it couldn't help but seem laughable.
"He who commits many injustices cannot escape retribution, even if he is an emperor."
Gu Mian also fell silent. He did not pity Emperor Ai; this man had too much blood on his hands and deserved such an end.
He looked at his younger sister and said, "Yaoyao, now that the blood curse is broken, can these cultural relics be taken out?"
Emperor Ai's remains didn't hold much value, especially compared to this dazzling array of artifacts.
However, his mentor and the others had suffered once, which made Gu Mian wary, and he didn't act rashly.
"Mhm, mhm, these can all be taken." Yaoyao nodded her small head, her dark, glossy eyes filled with excitement.
Second Brother had said that every artifact was very valuable. Now, they were everywhere. These would surely help Second Brother achieve great merit.
With great merit, he could get promoted!
Gu Mian was unaware of his younger sister's thoughts. Upon hearing that the artifacts could be taken, he let out a long sigh of relief.
If these artifacts were contaminated and couldn't be brought to light, that would be a true regret.
He didn't act recklessly. Many of these ancient artifacts could not be exposed to the air.
Many required professional handling, so he still needed to wait for the team to arrive and collect them piece by piece.
While the two siblings were each lost in their own thoughts, the tightly bound evil spirit couldn't help but speak up.
"Are you going to study these items? I can help!"
In its lifetime, it had enjoyed studying antiques and curios. A hundred years ago, when the first batch of tomb raiders died under the blood curse, it had already been able to partially detach from the long-life lamp.
However, it couldn't stray too far, mostly just wandering within the main tomb.
During this time, when bored, it would study the antiques in the tomb. Hundreds of years were enough for it to study everything thoroughly.
The evil spirit didn't actually want to go to the City of the Wrongfully Dead. It wanted to see the current mortal world; this had been an obsession during its centuries of confinement.
But it knew that as a prisoner, it was in no position to negotiate. The only way was to make itself valuable.
The man before it was this little ancestor's brother. He needed to interpret the artifacts, and it happened to have a wealth of experience. If it could help him, its usefulness would be demonstrated.
"You really can?" Gu Mian's eyes showed surprise.
He casually pointed to the artifact closest to him. "Then tell me, what is the origin of this item?"
The evil spirit glanced at it and replied fluently, "This is Xing Kiln white porcelain from the Wenguang era of the Shu region. During this period, the body and glaze had resolved the issues of yellowish or greenish tints found in pre-Qin porcelain. The body is pure white, and the glaze is as smooth and lustrous as jade. It was deeply favored by Emperor Wenguang. The best among them could be presented as tribute to the imperial court."
"In the fifteenth year of Wenguang, driven by the pursuit of the imperial family and powerful local magnates, the fame of white porcelain soared, and it became known alongside Yue Kiln celadon as 'Southern Celadon, Northern White.'"
"The piece you are pointing to is a tribute from the Shu State, a top-tier example of white porcelain, created in the seventeenth year of Wenguang by the white porcelain master Liu Hedong!"
It could speak in such detail?
Gu Mian's eyebrows unconsciously rose. He bent down and carefully picked up the porcelain, examining its base.
After porcelain was fired, the year of firing and the artisan's name were always inscribed on its base.
Porcelain could endure for hundreds of years without decay, thus allowing the artisans who fired it to also have their names live on through the ages.
Therefore, crafting renowned pieces was, apart from making a living, the greatest pursuit in the life of every artisan in the world.
"You're actually right!"
Gu Mian clearly saw the information on the back of the porcelain, and his eyes revealed shock because the evil spirit hadn't missed a single word.
An idea suddenly struck him. To decipher so many artifacts, relying solely on the archaeological team to explore them one by one would take an incalculable amount of time.
If there was someone who knew the origins of the artifacts, and he could point out their provenance, the archaeological team's research would proceed much faster.
To put it directly, it was the difference between an open-book exam and a closed-book one.
"Great Master, if you still don't believe me, you can continue to test me." The evil spirit's gaze was full of eagerness, making Gu Mian feel a little uncomfortable.
He shook his head. "No need. I know your abilities. However, whether you can come with me or not, that's something I have to ask my sister."
After all, this was an evil spirit, not a kitten or a puppy.
If it went berserk, and they couldn't stop it, people would genuinely die.
Gu Mian looked at his younger sister. If his sister couldn't restrain the evil spirit, no matter how convenient it might be, he wouldn't agree.
"Lord Impermanence, please rest assured. If I stay, I will definitely be obedient and absolutely will not cause any trouble."
The evil spirit had long known that this matter depended on the nod of this little ancestor. It looked at the latter and hurriedly made its assurances.
Yaoyao's gaze swept between her second brother and the evil spirit. After a long moment, she nodded. "Not sending you to the City of the Wrongfully Dead isn't impossible, you know!"
"However, I have a small condition."
As Yaoyao spoke, she extended a chubby finger.
"I agree, I agree!"
The evil spirit, seeing no response for a while, had thought there was no hope.
Suddenly, there was a turn of events. It didn't care about any conditions and nodded like a pestle pounding garlic.
The fish is hooked!
Seeing its eagerness, Yaoyao instantly smiled, her dark, glossy eyes full of cunning.