"The Marquis Jinguang’s Tomb case was our doing!"

Deng Xiang weakly confessed to his crime.

Because the photo was taken by him.

And it was restored from his computer.

He once took the photo as a precaution against the Lin Family starting something and abandoning them.

He had thought about whether this photo might become his fatal flaw.

After careful consideration, he chose to delete it.

He felt that he had deleted it completely, thinking it shouldn’t have been recovered.

But now that the photo was found, Deng Xiang didn’t know how Chen Xiao did it.

He only knew that how it was found no longer mattered.

What mattered is that they had done it, and sooner or later they would have to admit it.

Otherwise, the price they would pay could be even heavier!

Chen Xiao looked at Deng Xiang, and felt slightly relieved:

"Since you’ve confessed, let’s talk. Where’s Zhang Du? And where are the remaining few people?"

Deng Xiang looked up with red eyes at Chen Xiao:

"Before I answer you, can I ask this: after so long, when all we left behind were footprints, how did you find us so precisely?"

"Haven’t you noticed the posts on domestic online forums?"

Deng Xiang shook his head: "What posts?"

Chen Xiao gave Deng Xiang a deep look and replied:

"Recently, someone posted online about the Marquis Jinguang’s Tomb case, insisting that the people who died in the case were wronged, rather than victims of betrayal among tomb raiders."

Deng Xiang immediately furrowed his brow: "Who was it?"

"That, I can’t tell you. Now that I’ve told you the reason, it’s your turn to answer my question."

For Chen Xiao, it was indeed difficult to tell Deng Xiang the reason.

But when Deng Xiang asked, Chen Xiao suddenly felt perhaps this question might have a slight impact on Deng Xiang.

At the beginning, Huang Zhaozhong posted just to save himself.

He didn’t actually know what had happened in the Marquis Jinguang’s Tomb.

He merely made some speculations and concoctions on the internet.

Such things abound online, especially in future generations.

This was merely Chen Xiao taking advantage, testing the waters a bit.

But unexpectedly, Deng Xiang indeed showed doubt and suspicion in his eyes at this moment.

His eyeballs rolled repeatedly under emotional shock.

Although he soon calmed down, Chen Xiao silently remembered this change in him.

"What, don’t want to talk now?"

Chen Xiao asked, and Deng Xiang took a deep breath before speaking:

"Lin Zumeng is dead, he was the leader."

"I know, I’m asking where the others are?"

"In the same year, we all went abroad, afraid the incident would blow up. Zhang Du and his son used our Deng Family’s connections to squeeze into the wealthy circle, making a good living by reading feng shui for people."

"Wan Qi and Ke Changtai are both from the Deng Family; they are also in our family’s company now."

At this point, Chen Xiao knew all the names of the suspects.

Lin Zumeng, Deng Hu, Deng Xiang.

Zhang Du, Zhang Du’s son.

Wan Qi, Ke Changtai.

A total of seven, but with Lin Zumeng dead, there were only six people left.

In the previous life, all six had been captured and brought to justice.

This meant capturing them might be a bit troublesome, but ultimately all could be brought to justice.

Chen Xiao was silent for a moment, then said:

"Then tell me in detail about what happened that year."

"Since you’ve investigated so far, haven’t you found out the reason?"

"What we’ve found and what you say are two different things."

Deng Xiang let out a long breath:

"The initiator of the incident was Mr. Lin, Lin Zumeng."

"At that time, our Deng Family entirely relied on them to rise, so we depended on them for everything."

"Whenever we needed him, he’d lend a hand. Likewise, when he needed help, we would assist."

"The Lin Family has always believed in a curse: their ancestor offended someone, causing their lineage to have only one successor in each generation, and suffer from frailty and illness."

"Originally, I thought it was just superstition, but after research, it seemed to have some truth. Otherwise, how could a family like the Lin Family, so wealthy and powerful, have such few offspring?"

"Up until Lin Zumeng’s generation, having no offspring for a long time, I think they all became anxious and started inquiring everywhere."

"Eventually, that year, a person from Jiang Province came to Hai City and said that on Jingguang Mountain in the provincial city of Jiang, there might be a way to break the Lin Family’s curse."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao couldn’t help but ask:

"Was that person called Wu Yuanzhong?"

Deng Xiang squinted at Chen Xiao: "So you even found this person, then why ask me so much?"

"Wu Yuanzhong had long been dead, he died in another ancient tomb back in 1998."

Upon hearing this, Deng Xiang narrowed his eyes more: "Wasn’t it Zhang Du who invited him to that ancient tomb?"

Chen Xiao showed a similar expression:

"Ah, now I suddenly realize, Wu Yuanzhong’s death might have been Lin Zumeng’s plan to silence him!"

Deng Xiang nodded: "Zhang Du was Lin Zumeng’s man; at that time, everyone in the tomb other than those of us who were in the know had to die, not one could live!"

"So, were the sisters Wu Qing and Wu Xue brought by Ye Jiadong?" Chen Xiao asked.

Deng Xiang grinned: "Turns out there are things you haven’t uncovered!"

Chen Xiao became interested: "Then tell me."

"They were actually Zhang Du’s people!"

"If they were Zhang Du’s people, why kill them?"

"If not them, then who? The blood sacrifice needed to reach the entrance, only then could the burial chamber be opened!"

A strange light flickered in Chen Xiao’s eyes as he said:

"So, Ye Jiadong was intentionally brought in as a blood sacrifice by you guys. And he himself wanted to gain something through you all, right?"

"Yes, from the start, Zhang Du and Wu Yuanzhong said based on the tomb and ancient records that this tomb required a blood sacrifice of seven people. Especially after opening the robbery hole, a blood sacrifice of one’s own flesh and blood was needed before entering the tomb!"

"So Mr. Lin brought his illegitimate daughter, an infant less than a month old. Later, following this method, when Ye Jiadong died at the tomb’s entrance, the rest of our journey was smooth."

"Finally, we reached the main burial chamber and discovered the sacrificial altar. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe such mysterious things existed."

"On that altar was a skull, though there wasn’t much left of it. Zhang Du told Mr. Lin to take it out and give a proper burial to break the curse."

"And he said that the skull might belong to the Lin Family’s ancestor!"

"While we were tempted by the treasures in the tomb, we weren’t particularly in need of money. Moreover, manpower is limited, and even if we tried, we couldn’t take much, so in the end, everyone gave up on stealing anything else."

"As for the laborers Ye Jiadong brought and those two hooligans, they were destined to die from the beginning!"

Deng Xiang said this and gave Chen Xiao a cold grin.

This smile undoubtedly told Chen Xiao that the Wang Brothers had died at his hands!

Listening to him, Chen Xiao tapped his fingers on the table and said in a haunting voice:

"In that case, legend is just legend, and doesn’t have any real effect."

Deng Xiang frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Didn’t Lin Zumeng die later? This shows that the curse wasn’t broken. Furthermore, Lin Zumeng deceived all of you, and you didn’t even know?!"