Gou An hung on the cliff with one hand, freed her right hand, and clenched her fist. Veins appeared on the back of her hand, and she was ready to fight.

If the hawk attacked her, she would fight back with all her might.

Even though she was only using her bare hand, that was all she could do.

Fortunately, the hawk passed by her and suddenly swerved to her right.

An Rugu looked to the right and saw a strange pine growing out of the middle of the cliff. A small green snake was perched on it, very close to her.

The hawk opened its sharp beak, caught the small snake in its mouth, flapped its wings, and soared into the blue sky.

[I was scared to death. It turned out that the hawk was not here to attack the host, but to deal with the little snake. I blamed it wrongly.]

[This hawk is magnificent both in appearance and behavior…]

She had a vermin-repellent talisman with her, so actually the snake would not bite her.

But An Rugu still felt a little grateful in her heart. After this interruption, she then continued climbing down.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Section after section, she climbed down for more than half an hour. Her shoulders and elbows, which bear the weight of her body, were already feeling a little weak, and her hands were rubbed red by the rough vines.

The bottom of the cliff seemed endless, hiding from the sky and the sun, dark like thick ink. The farther one went down, the lower the visibility, making it difficult to tell whether it was day or night, as if she had been swallowed by the gaping maw of a monster.

She wasn’t afraid—she had even seen real ghosts, let alone ordinary darkness.

But she could only go down in the dark and rely on her senses. In the extreme darkness, her perception became more acute and her steps were very steady.

Ten minutes later, when An Rugu tried to find the next rung with her feet, she felt relieved when she stepped on a piece of flat ground.

She finally reached the bottom!

Because it was too dark underneath, the livestream channel could only see a black screen, but it was better than an actual black screen. If the livestream channel hadn’t been open, and there were any sounds of falling or screams, they probably would have already called the police.

An Rugu turned on the flashlight. The camera and flashlight were pointed forward at the same time, and there was finally light in the livestream channel.

Because there was a signal tower near Blackwater Village, there was signal even at the bottom of the cliff. Maybe because it was closer to the signal tower, but the signal here was actually better than in the village, and it was full bar.

[6666666666 host actually landed safely!]

[Ah, host, you are still alive, it’s great, i’m crying.]

[Watching the host climb down the cliff was more exciting than watching a documentary about free climbing. After all, in the documentary, we already know the result, but in the livestream we don’t.]

[I felt so scared every second. Even when they finally put the final nail on my coffin, I still want to shout— the host is awesome!]

[Plus 10086, I thought the tall and slender host had average physical fitness, but I didn’t expect it to be so good. I’ll just say ‘hello, wife!’]

Ever since they knew that she landed safely, the beautiful words rained in the barrage, but An Rugu didn’t watch it.

She was using a flashlight and looking around.

There was also a jungle at the bottom of the cliff, but the density of the jungle was much lower than above, and there were more snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

She thought for a while, took her backpack to her side, took out the vermin repelling talisman from it, and put it in her pocket, closer to her body.

The cliff was so deep that it had accumulated the carcasses of many animals and plants. After a long period of being soaked by the rain, it was likely to have formed toxic gases over time. Fortunately, she had thought carefully before coming and prepared a lot of things.

She put away her backpack, went deep into the jungle, and walked towards the mountain. After walking for about a mile, she finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

She raised her head and raised the camera’s angle, looking up at the mountain with the tens of thousands of people in the livestream channel.

This mountain was about thirty stories high, covered with mostly herbaceous plants; the vegetation was very dense, and everything was green.

[Host, why don’t you go back? Look at the time, it’s getting dark. ]

[Yes, Blackwater Village has never been rich in the past and present. Although the feng shui here is good according to you, it may not be an ancient tomb. You may have inferred wrongly.]

However, An Rugu was already attracted by the ancient tomb in her mind and went straight down the mountain to look for footprints.

The three villagers came down along the vine ladder. They were carrying a lot of equipment and their footsteps were heavy, leaving very clear marks.

She followed the footprints and stopped on the sunny side of the mountain. Then she calculated with her fingers and walked towards a place covered by trees.

At this time, a huge pit came into view.

At some point, a deep gash was made on the side of the mountain, explosives were stuffed inside, and a large hole was blown out—obviously intended for looting.

The end of this exploded hole was likely to be the ancient tomb.

An Rugu confirmed her equipment as before and gradually felt more at ease.

In fact, tomb robbing often required you to put your life on the line.

Because in order to prevent tomb robbers from ransacking tombs, the ancients came up with many ways to prevent looting.

Such as arrows and spikes and other mechanisms. However, after so many years, these semi-automatic wooden mechanisms and iron weapons would have become rotten or rusty, and their damage power has been greatly reduced.

However, anti-theft facilities such as poison gas and quicksand were still very harmful.

For example, the poison gas in the Tomb of the First Emperor mentioned by Sima Qian in his ‘Records of the Grand Historian’¹. Mercury was highly volatile and highly toxic. When mercury vapor filled the closed tomb, you would probably give up your life if you come in without protection.

An Rugu guessed that the three tomb robbers had worn gas masks. She did not have a gas mask, but she had the Jade Girl’s Joyful Technique. This was the anti-gas talisman in the Maoshan Arts, which was enough.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: An explanation on the title and the sub-title: Tomb of the Local Tyrant — let’s be friends.

土豪 or Tuhao (local tyrant/boss) classically referred to someone of prestigious and wealthy background. But in contemporary times, it has come to have the flavour of ‘new rich’, along with all its pejorative connotations.

The sub-title comes from a popular joke whereby a young man tells a monk ‘I am wealthy, but I am unhappy’. The monk says, ‘define wealthy,’ and the young man says ‘I have millions in the bank and 3 apartments in downtown Beijing’. The monk holds out a hand, and the young man is confused, ‘Master, do you mean I should be thankful and share my wealth?’ The monk smiles and replies, ‘Tuhao, let’s be friends.’ The joke is that the young man’s wealth is so much that even the monk is tempted.

FOOOTNOTE:

1. The text says Sima Guang in his ‘Mirror for the Wise Ruler’ but delving deeper, the person and named treatise are incorrect. The author probably misremembered. You very probably don’t care about this but since I spent time cross-referencing who this Sima person is, I may as well torment y’all with it hahaha. ↩︎