“But they say that the entrance to the tomb is beneath the mountain,” Bai Zhaoju objected with surprise.

“That’s not a mountain, it’s a corpse!” Lu Yun corrected solemnly. “The mountain is wrapped around the corpse, which has mostly decayed and is filled with dreadful corpse poison. The three of us won’t be able to withstand it.” He quirked his lips with ruefulness.

“A corpse? Whose?!” Bai Zhaoju’s eyes widened enormously.

"How would I know whose body it is?” grumbled Lu Yun. “Start digging here. Sixty-eight kilometers down lies another entrance to the tomb.” He pointed at his feet.

“You dare treat this emperor as manual labor?” Bai Zhaoju glared at him.

“What,...