Chapter 38 - Putting You in This Little Box

Chapter 38: Putting You in This Little Box

“So, what do you think is valuable?” Before Chen Yuze could speak, Hu Yifei, standing nearby, curiously asked the two men.

“Of course, gold, silver, and jewelry,” the chubby man declared confidently, looking quite pleased with himself.

Chen Yuze sighed. “Are you guys living in ancient times? The least valuable things in a tomb like this are gold and silver—unless they’re exceptionally rare, they aren’t worth much. Antiques aren’t priced by common logic. The rarer something is, the more valuable it becomes. You should really study up on this. Honestly, the least valuable things in this tomb are probably the gold and silver you’re after. These things can be mass-produced now—who would consider them valuable?”

“Really, bro? Thanks for the heads-up. We honestly had no idea,” Old Hu admitted, realizing he and the chubby man had been mistaken.

“Alright, keep at it. I’m going to check the other side chamber. Be careful.” Chen Yuze could tell Hu Yifei hadn’t found anything she liked and was feeling disappointed. As for the items in the main coffin, he doubted she’d be interested—especially since it belonged to a man. Taking something directly off a corpse? No way she’d like that. Better to check the burial offerings in the side chamber.

With little enthusiasm, Hu Yifei followed Chen Yuze deeper inside, leaving the chubby man and Old Hu to continue prying open the coffin. Noticing her disappointment, Chen Yuze quickly reassured her, “Don’t worry, Yifei. If you don’t like any of this stuff, we can sell it to the system for points. Then you can buy whatever you want with the points, right?”

Hu Yifei stared at him with dead-fish eyes. “How come you know more about this than I do? You can exchange these things for points?”

“Didn’t you check?”

“I didn’t look closely. As soon as I heard ‘ancient tomb adventure,’ I just came along. Haven’t had time to read the details.” Hu Yifei really hadn’t paid much attention—she’d only glanced at the system store and noticed she had zero points. With a maximum of 200 points for this mission, split between them, it wouldn’t be much. And with so many things she wanted, 100 points each would barely cover anything.

“Whatever, we’ll figure it out later.” Chen Yuze didn’t dwell on it. There was no guarantee Hu Yifei would keep adventuring with him—she might retire after this mission if she earned enough. He could guess what she wanted to buy—after all, she was still a woman at heart. Some things were just universal.

The two slowly made their way to the other side chamber. Compared to the previous one, this one was messier, with items haphazardly scattered around.

“Yuze, what’s this?” Hu Yifei pointed at a depression in the ground.

Chen Yuze looked down and saw pale white bones. He glanced back at Hu Yifei, impressed by how unfazed she was. Typical Hu Yifei.

Losing interest, Chen Yuze continued searching while explaining, “Horse bones. Probably the general’s warhorse, buried with him after death. This is actually tame—some tombs use live humans for sacrifice. This guy really was strange.”

“Poor horse, stuck with such a terrible owner.” Hu Yifei turned away, equally uninterested.

Chen Yuze found something odd but smiled. This might be more to her liking. In a corner, he found a small box, about the size of a shoebox, intricately carved and surprisingly heavy.

“Yifei, think you’ll like this?” Chen Yuze wiped the box clean and handed it to her.

Hu Yifei turned it over in her hands, then frowned. “Is this… an urn? Are you planning for me to put your ashes in here after you die?”

“Ugh, no! It’s a jewelry box! These are really rare!” Chen Yuze was annoyed. Since when did ancient people have urns? And why would an urn just be tossed on the ground? What do you think the coffin outside is for—decoration?

“It looks like an urn.”

“If you don’t want it, give it back. And I meant for you to check what’s inside. The box itself is practically falling apart—it’s a miracle it’s lasted this long. Probably made of some rare sandalwood.” Chen Yuze was frustrated. First time I try to be nice, and this is the reaction I get?

“A jewelry box…” Hu Yifei perked up slightly and slowly opened it. Chen Yuze ignored her—arguing was pointless. Maybe he’d just exchange some points later for those “A-to-C” enhancement pills. She’d probably lose her mind over those. Though, honestly, sometimes she looks like an A-cup, other times a D. Weird.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuze found a strange dagger—jet-black, barely the length of a palm, with no visible edge. He swung it lightly, finding it oddly comfortable, but the weight felt off.

This doesn’t feel like a dagger—more like a full-sized sword. He tested it against the wall, and the blade sliced through the brick like tofu.

This isn’t normal. He stashed the dagger in his backpack and pulled up its description.

Mysterious Black Iron Dagger:

Forged from the remnants of a famous sword, this dagger was a casting error—its edge invisible. The smith gifted it to his elder brother for self-defense. After the brother died in battle, it became a burial offering. Imbued with a woman’s lifelong emotions, it holds more sentimental value than the famed weapons made from the same material.

“Black iron… like the Heavy Sword?” Chen Yuze murmured, suddenly forming a theory about the tomb owner’s identity. But this is a Yuan Dynasty general—the timeline doesn’t match.