Du Xishan nodded and continued to ask, "If it's not a robbers' tunnel, then how did this hole form?"
You shrugged and said with a smile, "How should I know? Maybe it was struck by lightning."
"Shall we follow this hole down then?"
You held your head, a wry smile on your face, "Old Du, why are you so persistent? You saw for yourself just now. The person below made it very clear. Those who come uninvited and trespass will wind up dead. Look at Old Yang over there; he knows what's sensible. Besides, you've got to think about everyone, right?"
Du Xishan looked at the people around him and said to you, "They are the field workers, tasked with exploration, arrangement, writing, and communication—that's their job. Tomb raiding, of course, is your job, isn't it? Otherwise, why would I have called you here?"
"Alright, alright, you win!"
You stood up, walked around the hole to a peach tree, and plucked some of the older-looking leaves from it.
