Everyone thought that Shi Yuhan's grandfather could help them, so they decided to pay a visit to this highly accomplished old expert. Fatty was the first to agree. In his opinion, this was like meeting the girl's parents in a roundabout way.
Xu Yang had no objections. He had heard his own grandfather mention this old-timer before and held a deep respect for him. Song Yiran wasn't very keen on this idea.
Song Yiran said, "I don't think we need to bother Senior Shi about this. If we can't even handle this small matter, how are we going to deal with more difficult ones later?"
What he said made some sense. When we got into the tomb later, we would encounter many problems. We couldn't rely on the seniors for help all the time. Moreover, there would be no signal in the tomb, and we would have to rely on ourselves.
Yan Yan quite agreed with Song Yiran's view. Xu Yang put his arm around Song Yiran's shoulder. Xu Yang was half a head taller than Song Yiran, so he easily pulled Song Yiran closer.
"Yi, you're wrong about this. Senior Shi is an experienced person. He can give us some guiding suggestions," Xu Yang said while rubbing Song Yiran's head.
The latter angrily slapped his hand away. "Don't touch my head. How many times do I have to tell you!" Song Yiran gave him a disdainful look. "Fine, let's go. Stop being so clingy. It's so inappropriate."
Song Yiran sat on the other side. Maybe it was too hot, and his face was a bit flushed.
"I think we can go and ask. I saw some relevant records in an old manuscript," I said, and mentioned the Yin-Yang Manuscript. "Maybe we can solve the problem."
Fatty also agreed. "Yeah, that manuscript is really amazing. We should go and ask Grandpa Shi."
Song Yiran was forced to agree, and the matter was settled. They were going to visit Grandpa Shi.
"I'll tell my grandfather so that he'll know in advance," Shi Yuhan said and walked into a partition to make a phone call.
I looked at Yan Yan and found that he was also looking at me. He seemed to have something to say but hesitated. Fatty followed Shi Yuhan and waited at the door. On the other side, Xu Yang was trying to console the angry Song Yiran.
"If you have something to say, just say it," I said. Seeing his embarrassed look and his reluctance to speak, I was really impatient.
Yan Yan looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and then said, "The manuscript. Whose is it?"
Look, just four simple words. There was no need to be so sneaky as if he had done something shameful. I rolled my eyes at him. "It records my ancestors' experiences in tomb raiding."
Yan Yan nodded thoughtfully and asked if he could have a look. It wasn't that I was stingy and wouldn't let him see it. The manuscript said that it couldn't be shown to others.
Yan Yan saw my dilemma, shook his head and said, "Forget it." Hearing his words, I felt relieved and instantly relaxed. This manuscript was left by my ancestors. It was very precious and contained a lot of secrets.
"My grandfather is free recently. You can all go," Shi Yuhan said as she came out after the phone call. Fatty was extremely excited. "Really! That's great. Let's go right away."
Fatty couldn't wait to rush to Shi Yuhan's home. Xu Yang and Song Yiran couldn't help but hold their foreheads when they saw the obsequious Fatty. How could there be such a stupid person?
Xu Yang turned to me and asked, "Has this Fatty graduated from kindergarten?"
Hearing this, Fatty got anxious. It was unacceptable to slander him in front of his goddess. "What are you talking about? I graduated from high school."
"Pfft," Song Yiran spat out a mouthful of tea. He laughed so suddenly. He looked quite good-looking when he laughed. Xu Yang quickly took out a tissue to wipe the tea off Song Yiran. "You're such an adult, yet you still spit out your drink."
Song Yiran ignored him and looked at Fatty. "I thought you were going to say you graduated from Tsinghua or Peking University." Fatty glared at him. Song Yiran tried to hold back his laughter, but his shoulders were shaking. He was snickering.
"Okay, get ready to set off," Yan Yan's voice was very nice, cold but magnetic. It was like a temptation for people to commit a crime. Unfortunately, he was sparing with his words. One had to wait for something big to happen to stimulate him to speak.
Yan Yan was the leader, and his words carried weight. The noisy scene immediately became solemn. Song Yiran stopped laughing and watched as Xu Yang tidied his clothes. Fatty followed Shi Yuhan obsequiously.
There were six people and four cars. Yan Yan drove here by himself. Shi Yuhan also had her own car. However, she had to take Fatty with her. Fatty didn't want to be in my car anymore and got into Shi Yuhan's car. Xu Yang and Song Yiran shared one car, and I drove alone.
Shi Yuhan led the way, and the four cars drove away from the small teahouse.
Without Fatty causing trouble, I finally had some peace. I turned on the car stereo and hummed a little tune.
Fatty bombarded Shi Yuhan with questions. He was almost asking for her measurements. This Fatty had been like this since he was a child. He couldn't take his eyes off a beautiful girl. However, Shi Yuhan was really beautiful, with a curvy figure and a tall stature.
Xu Yang and Song Yiran were relatively quiet. I always felt that Song Yiran wasn't as cold as he seemed. Instead, he was like a child.
As for Yan Yan, it was hard to tell. He was full of mystery. Although he was right in front of me, I couldn't really understand him.
Shi Yuhan's grandfather lived in a very secluded place. They had to make several detours from the small teahouse to find the place. This residence was even more gloomy than my ancestral home.
Fatty always followed Shi Yuhan as if there was a magnet on her body that attracted him firmly.
"Here we are. This is the place," Shi Yuhan said, standing in front of a red-painted door. "Don't scare my grandfather. Few people come to visit him."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded, indicating that they understood.
"Creak," the door was pushed open, and there was actually dust. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone really lived here. The others were also confused. Was this really the residence of a well-known person?
"Don't mind. Grandpa likes this kind of life," Shi Yuhan said.
The group tiptoed into the front yard. There were many antiques placed in the yard. And there were skulls on all four sides of the yard! Holy cow! It was so terrifying. How could anyone live here? Was this a reproduction of a tomb?
Xu Yang hid behind Song Yiran, who was shorter than him, and tugged at the corner of his clothes.
"Here you are," a deep voice suddenly sounded.
Xu Yang let out a scream in fright.
"Hanhan, bring them in," the voice continued. Xu Yang was so scared that he almost lost his soul. The others looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Fatty looked at the terrified Xu Yang and said, "Are you really from a tomb-raiding family? You're so timid. I'm braver than you."
Xu Yang just gave a silly smile and didn't say anything. Fatty didn't make fun of him anymore. Song Yiran looked back at the people behind him and couldn't help but want to laugh. A man as tall as 188 cm was hiding behind him like a thief.
Yan Yan was always the calmest one. He was observing the surrounding environment. He pointed to a bottle on the table, indicating for me to look.
On the table was a complete jade bottle, which was quite similar to his but still had some differences. This one was a fake.
The group followed Shi Yuhan into the inner room. The room was quite dark. Although it was noon, it was as dark as evening inside.
There were candles lit in Old Master Shi's room, making it even more eerie.