# Chapter 4: The General's Treasure (4) [Bug Fix]
Wang Xiangqun's expression shifted slightly. He couldn't come up with any counterargument—the expensive, high-quality civilian clothes were now covered in mud and dust. He looked completely disheveled.
To be precise, everyone here except Zhang Zhaoqi was covered in dirt from head to toe.
"As for the search zones for each person, we'll decide by drawing lots." Jin Huijuan brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and made the final decision. Ignoring the varied expressions around her, she lifted her chin and surveyed the elaborately crafted hall with an indecipherable gaze.
There were many luminous pearls scattered throughout, their eerie, ghostly glow allowing the group to distinguish the structures inside. But this faint, dim light felt far too desolate, coldly reflecting off objects that clearly bore the marks of countless years—as if something dark and sinister was quietly watching them.
Oppressively, to the extreme.
No sooner had Jin Huijuan finished speaking than Zhang Zhaoqi naturally pulled out a pen and paper, marked numbers on it, roughly divided the areas, and swiftly and deftly completed the lottery drawing.
Qi An drew the number 3.
"Then let's proceed like this." Jin Huijuan thought for a moment, then distributed some food and water for them to carry with them.
When she was about to hand supplies to Lin Jiajia, the delicate and radiant girl was still holding the compressed biscuits from earlier. Her eyes, directed at Jin Huijuan, held undisguised malice—she was resentful that Jin Huijuan hadn't spoken up for her. Jin Huijuan's expression remained unchanged, but her attitude became somewhat cold.
She and Zhang Zhaoqi were both transmigrators dispatched by the Transmigration Bureau to complete missions. Before coming to this world, Jin Huijuan had encountered Zhang Zhaoqi numerous times. So the moment they arrived in this world, they had already recognized each other's identities and had been searching for another companion.
When Wang Xiangqun said he wanted to leave the ancient tomb, this rich second-generation had already been ruled out.
Compared to the delicate Qi An, Jin Huijuan preferred the bold and curious Lin Jiajia.
But judging from the girl's various performances, if she really were their teammate, she would only be a burden dragging everyone down.
With that thought, Jin Huijuan redirected her gaze to the gentle-looking Qi An. Her beautiful eyes flickered uncertainly. His performance was too much like what was described in his character profile—except for his outstanding appearance, he was quiet and harmless, like a blade of insignificant grass growing everywhere. She pondered briefly and suppressed her thoughts. "Let's begin."
The entire palace was eerily quiet. Even though every decoration inside would be worth a thousand gold pieces on the outside, no one wanted to spare even a glance to admire them.
Qi An walked quite smoothly, his unhurried steps maintaining an unusual composure as he arrived at a room resembling a study.
Aside from rows of bamboo slips stacked in the corner of the room, there was also a wooden desk in the center of the space. The dampness and cold of the tomb had reduced the desk to near ruins—give it the slightest touch, and this desk might crumble into dust.
Qi An leaned in for a closer look. Several yellowed sheets of xuan paper lay on it, the characters intricate and complex.
If anyone else had entered this room and seen these things, they might have been completely useless. Qi An's expression remained unchanged. From the vague memories in his mind, he understood the meaning of these characters—he couldn't actually recall the meaning behind each individual character anymore, but he could still make a rough judgment—
These were battle reports.
Every battle had been a great victory, with minimal troop losses. And the commander of these campaigns was named An Ziru.
Qi An stood quietly before the desk, his misty eyes suggesting he was in a daze. His shoulders were slightly hunched, but he didn't appear cowardly. Instead, it made people want to gather him into their arms and comfort him.
What he didn't know was that he wasn't alone in this study. A ghost that had been secretly inhabiting the bamboo slips was gazing at him spellbound.
By the rules, it shouldn't allow anyone to trespass here.
But the moment it saw this youth, it had absolutely no desire to stop him. Although it loved this place the most—when other ghosts came, it would be fierce and fierce, refusing to let them touch anything inside.
However, when faced with this youth...
Even if he made a complete mess of the place, it would be fine.
He was so... cute.
Especially when he was spacing out.
His fluttering eyelashes were like brushing against its heart.
Qi An blinked and stepped away from the desk, moving to where the bamboo slips were stored. He pulled them out one scroll at a time and flipped through them. The texts inside were varied, mostly unofficial histories and anecdotes.
There were many bamboo slips. Even though Qi An's reading speed was extremely fast, he only managed to flip through a small portion of them. Yet Qi An felt no anxiety throughout the process. His movements were graceful, as if he were painting a picture.
Other than searching for clues to complete the mission, Qi An also wanted to recall what he had done in this world back then.
His fair, delicate hand reached for another bamboo slip. The smooth, slightly cool sensation instantly flooded the hidden ghost's mind. Qi An continued reading the characters on the bamboo slip attentively, and after quickly finishing, he placed the slip back in its original position.
So comfortable...
This familiar feeling was...
The ghost felt a strong impulse.
It wanted to take its original form and appear before Qi An.
But... it was so ugly-looking.
Would it scare him?
For the first time since losing its memories, the ghost found itself hesitating. It was also the first time it felt somewhat disgusted with its own appearance.
It stayed there in the bamboo slips, watching Qi An flip through the scrolls one after another with a dazed expression.
Was he looking for something?
I need to help him.
The ghost quickly found a reason for revealing itself.
Qi An calmly stored the useful information from the bamboo slips in his mind, and just as he did, a ghost suddenly appeared before his eyes. It wore the same kind of armor as the statues outside. Its build was excellent, the muscles beneath the armor flowing with powerful strength. Its features were sharp, but there was a large scar running from the right corner of its eye to the corner of its mouth. This scar marred its originally somewhat handsome face, adding an air of solemnity and coldness.
Qi An looked at it, and it looked at Qi An.
The ghost had no intention of harming Qi An. Instead, it ran to another corner and rummaged around, scattering the bamboo slips beside it into disarray. Then it came walking over in small steps, cradling an exquisitely crafted box in its hands.
It handed the box in its arms to Qi An.
"Is this for me?" Qi An asked, feigning surprise.
The fierce-looking ghost nodded obediently, speaking haltingly like a child: "Very important... also... very precious."
This was the most valuable thing it could remember.
"Then..."
Before Qi An could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an extremely sharp scream. From the voice, one could barely make out the distinctive clarity of a young woman's voice.
It was Lin Jiajia.
What terrible thing had she encountered?