Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 139 The chess player

In Jiangsu Province, a young man stood with his head bowed outside a modern Chinese-style villa. The soft light from the bronze marble wall lamps on either side of the ebony door shone on him, casting a long and deep shadow on the other side.

Not long after, the ebony door was opened from the inside, and out stepped a graceful woman in a cheongsam.

"Sir, please come with me."

A beautiful woman in a cheongsam led the way for the young man. Her elegant makeup and proper etiquette drew the eye and admiration of others, but the young man seemed not to be among them.

"Thank you for your trouble." The young man simply nodded slightly and turned his gaze back to the road beneath his feet, not lingering anywhere else.

The two walked through the artificial hill and water garden on the basement level and stepped onto the still damp bluestone steps. There were not many corridors, but they were simple and elegant.

Upon reaching the first floor, the view is dominated by dense and sparse areas, but looking further afield, the most impressive sight is the "Phoenix Perching" pavilion built in the outer garden.

The Phoenix Perches is a pavilion. Neither shade nor sunshine can sustain life; it is a pavilion made of phoenix wood.

The name, though striking and flamboyant, is etched into the charming landscape of Jiangnan, like a gentle and refined gentleman, concealing a burning passion and possessiveness for his beloved. This restrained nature mirrors the person residing in the pavilion...

"Homeowner!"

The indifference in the young man's eyes vanished, replaced by respect. He stood outside the pavilion, waiting for the person to notice him and call him.

"Xiao Xian is back?" A clear yet ambiguous voice reached his ears, making him unconsciously obey, "Come here."

"Yes!"

The young man, Wang Xian, responded and stepped into the pavilion. He looked up and glanced at the pavilion, but he didn't expect that the head of the family was also looking at him. The aroma of tea was already wafting out.

"Master, should I report now?"

"Hmm, tell me! Besides the mountain courtyard being burned down and the underground palace being destroyed, what else happened?"

Her fair and slender hand caressed the teapot, pouring the fragrant tea into the teacup placed opposite her. Her movements were unhurried and even pleasing to the eye. However, the lack of accusation in her voice still made Wang Xian's heart pound.

"Wang Xu died in the underground palace. Wang Ming... He and his clansmen in the underground palace, along with the experimental results, disappeared during the transfer."

"Do you know who did it?" The tone remained unchanged, but the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

"Through secret techniques, the last images of some of the clansmen were reconstructed. One of them was a man impersonating Wang Jue named Yan Huai, and there was also..."

"Wait!" Before Wang Xian could finish speaking, the person sitting at the tea table suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him, putting down the teapot he was holding, slightly unsteady. "You said, Yan Huai? Surname Yan?"

"Yes......"

Wang Xian stopped, puzzled, his gaze lowered. He vaguely heard the patriarch say something: "You're back?"

"How many people are still alive in the mountain academy?"

"There are still dozens of people, some of whom were hiding outside, and some were taken away by Wang Mi."

"Settle everyone down, bring Wang Mi to see me... Also, keep a close eye on the Wu family, especially Wu Xie. I need to go to the Qinling Mountains to confirm something!"

"Yes!"

The undercurrents are already showing signs of brewing, but the center of gravity of the event will never be known. Who is plotting this? And who will end up with nothing and lose everything in the fog?

No one has a God's-eye view. The reason why everything can operate according to the trajectory of fate is simply because those who are called God's-eye view are extremely good at controlling people's hearts.

Of course, it's also possible that it's an understanding of close people, like those who are dead, living, or waiting for Yan Huai.