Chapter 244 - 242: Golden Phoebe Nanmu Coffin

The Yan Family Cemetery was not far from Taiping Town, so after the police were called, they quickly arrived at the scene.

To prevent any further unexpected incidents, the police advised the crowd of internet influencers to leave.

Once the influencers dispersed, the scene became quiet.

"Uncle Yan, what’s going on?"

A middle-aged policeman approached, looking at Old Mr. Yan, who was pale, and asked with concern.

Being a policeman in Taiping Town, how could he not recognize members of the Yan family?

"Old Mei, here’s what happened..."

Boss Yan of the Yan household took the initiative to speak up and described the events in detail.

After listening, a glimmer of excitement flashed in Old Mei’s eyes.

Heaven bless, he finally encountered a major case!

It’s known that most residents of Taiping Town bear the surname Yan.

Those who don’t have the surname Yan are still connected to the Yan family in some way.

So, as the town’s name suggests, it has always been peaceful.

Since being transferred to Taiping Town, Old Mei had been dealing with trivial matters.

After waiting for many years, he finally encountered a major case, so how could he not be thrilled and excited?

"Assistant Zou, is it?"

"Please return to the police station and cooperate with our investigation!"

Old Mei gave a look, and the officer behind him understood what he meant.

The officer pulled out handcuffs and cuffed Assistant Zou.

The knife, which was the murder weapon, was also placed in an evidence bag.

"Please, save my wife and daughter!"

"They are innocent!"

Assistant Zou clutched at the officer’s arm beside him, crying loudly.

"Don’t worry, we will definitely rescue your wife and daughter."

Old Mei rarely encountered such a big case.

He knew that to solve the case, they had to start with Assistant Zou.

After all, Assistant Zou was the only one who had contact with the kidnappers.

"Uncle Yan, we still need you to come with us to the police station to assist with the investigation."

Old Mei turned his head and looked at Old Mr. Yan, speaking softly.

Old Mr. Yan did not reply but simply nodded.

"Why don’t I stay here, to keep an eye on things?"

At this moment, Boss Yan suddenly spoke up.

Old Mr. Yan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"Dad, I... I’ll stay too!"

"Big Brother and I can keep each other company."

The Fourth Yan, who had not spoken all this while, also requested at this moment.

Old Mr. Yan looked at the Fourth Yan with suspicion.

Soon, he understood what was going on.

"The items excavated from your great-grandfather’s grave must not be touched!"

"If anything is missing, you’re out of the Yan family!"

Old Mr. Yan stared at the two of them and said.

"Un... understood!"

The Fourth Yan smiled awkwardly.

The other members of the Yan family understood what was going on.

This Fourth Yan wasn’t interested in women, gambling, smoking, or drinking.

He only had one hobby, which was playing with antiques!

Upon learning that his great-grandfather’s grave contained heirlooms, how could he sit still?

This also piqued the curiosity of some Yan family members.

What kind of heirloom did this great-grandfather take that makes his descendants still want to retrieve it a hundred years later?

Old Mr. Yan scanned the room and said sternly, "Boss, Fourth, Sixth, stay behind."

"Second, Third, Fifth, come with me to assist at Old Mei’s place."

"Seventh..."

He turned to his youngest daughter, hesitated, and said, "You stay too, to keep an eye on them."

"No matter what, don’t let them touch your great-grandfather’s burial items, got it?"

"Mm!"

Yan Ya nodded in agreement.

With these arrangements, Old Mr. Yan finally left with peace of mind.

The internet influencers had all left, and half of the Yan family was gone, leaving the other half.

Half an hour ago, the cemetery was bustling, but now it was completely quiet.

Coupled with the dim moonlight and tombstones of varying lengths, the atmosphere was truly eerie.

"Second Brother, should we follow them back or stay here?"

Lu Heng and his group, being familiar with the Yan family, did not leave with the crowd of influencers.

However, out of consideration for the Yan family’s reputation, Yang Qingshu turned off the live broadcast.

After Old Mr. Yan and the others left, Qingling couldn’t help but ask.

"Of course, we’ll stay here!"

"I’m still waiting to see that heirloom!"

Qingming answered without hesitation.

Seeing his eager expression, if he didn’t see the heirloom, he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep for a week.

"Staying would be good too."

"Let’s see what’s actually going on."

Yang Qingshu thought for a moment and agreed to stay.

"Then I’ll take Qingyue home first, she’s sleepy..."

Song Qing glanced at Qingyue, who was dozing off, and said with a smile.

"Sure, it’s not good for kids and women to stay up late!"

Yang Qingshu nodded, took the car keys out of his pocket, and handed them to Song Qing.

After Song Qing and Qingyue left, only Lu Heng and his four brothers remained at the scene.

"Let’s go, let’s help out and take a look at the heirloom!"

Yang Qingshu rubbed his palms together and chuckled.

Qingming and Qingling exchanged a smile and immediately followed.

Lu Heng lagged behind.

In the darkness, he felt that the matter with Assistant Zou might not be so simple.

But whether it was simple or not had nothing to do with him.

After all, the mastermind behind the scenes was only targeting the Yan family.

What he was more curious about was how the Yan family and the mastermind would react when they discovered what he had buried there last night under cover of darkness?

...

Under the continued operation of the excavator, the tomb of the first clan leader of the Yan family, after they moved to Tianping Town, Old Mr. Yan’s grandfather, was finally opened.

When the old patriarch died, the burial was extravagant, with a thick coffin and a full burial.

So after the stone slab over the tomb was removed, what appeared before everyone was a golden-threaded nanmu coffin.

"What a treasure! What a treasure!"

The Fourth Yan’s eyes lit up.

He leaped down into the grave, excitedly brushing off the dust and gently caressing the coffin.

Seeing him in such a trance-like state, the people around couldn’t help but shiver.

This is a coffin after all!

It’s undoubtedly a remarkable treasure, but it’s still a coffin!

And inside it, your great-grandfather is laid to rest!

"Second Brother, isn’t this just a coffin? At best it’s just a bit larger and thicker, what’s so special?"

Qingling peered in, puzzled.

"This is made of golden-threaded nanmu!"

Yang Qingshu kept his eyes fixed on the coffin, explaining, "In our Dragon Country, nanmu, camphor, zi, and chu are regarded as the four famous woods, with nanmu at the top!"

"Golden-threaded nanmu is the best among nanmu, with tightly woven grain that’s less prone to cracking, and under sunlight, it glows with a golden sheen."

"In ancient times, golden-threaded nanmu was exclusively used by successive emperors, and palaces were also built with it, with only the emperor allowed to use it for coffins, hence it’s also called the ’Emperor’s Wood.’"

"Just think, anything connected to emperors can’t be cheap, right?"

"Plus, the older it is, the more valuable it becomes, like the coffin where Old Mr. Yan’s grandfather rests, it’s probably worth over a billion now..."