"Um, cough cough, hello there, miss. My name is Zhao Hu, everyone calls me Brother Hu. Thank you for saving our brothers," a brawny man with a tiger-back and bear-waist loudly expressed his gratitude.
Qinghe glanced at him, his face square and currently grinning to reveal slightly yellowed teeth. He seemed like an honest and sincere man, but the country would not dispatch two archaeological teams to the same site without informing each other. Clearly, these people were Tomb Robbers; the shrewdness in their eyes and the faint murderous aura on their bodies were not fake. Such an aura couldn't be feigned without having taken dozens of lives.
Qinghe merely nodded slightly, acknowledging the greeting. In such a circumstance, to know she had opened the mechanism, it was apparent they were no ordinary thieves.
Seeing that she obviously did not want to engage with him, Zhao Hu sheepishly touched his nose, which seemed somewhat embarrassing, yet his eyes did not show the slightest ripple.
