"Three billion!"
Wu Caijun and Ma Xiangqian gasped upon hearing the number.
Mr. Ye is indeed Mr. Ye, he casually makes three billion, something we might never achieve in a lifetime.
Ye Guichen just smiled indifferently, "Not interested."
Then, he reached out and took the box of unknown material in his hand.
Interestingly, the moment the box left the corpse, the partially decomposed body decayed at a rapid pace, soon emitting a foul stench.
Luo Qianqi's eyes sparkled, more convinced it was a treasure.
Fan Zhidong also marveled.
Wu Caijun was dumbfounded; despite having robbed many tombs, he had never seen a sight like this.
On the other hand, Ma Xiangqian fell to his knees with a thud, heavily kowtowing and trembling as he said, "Ancestors, forgive us, ancestors, forgive us!"
"Mr. Wu, let's go check the other side of the tomb." Glancing at Ma Xiangqian, Ye Guichen casually packed up the box and walked out, heading towards another tomb passage.
