In this environment, these excuses don’t matter to me. I roughly understand that the stories from the fat man are constantly evolving within the realm of antique trading, blending a lot of deception and folklore with some unformed theories, resulting in a concept that is half true and half false.

After this concept circulates for a while, because too many people are involved in its processing, its authenticity seems to withstand scrutiny and appears to be well-founded, belonging to the realm of verifiable legends. But in reality, it is not much different from 100% nonsense.

However, the events the fat man speaks of are real, and they must be unrelated to any civilization that has not appeared in history. I simply believe one thing: the fat man bought a ship coffin, and the white sand inside the coffin points to a special desert, where someone is sparing no expense to search for this desert.

The body in the ship coffin is filled with white sand, indicating that the body was processed in that desert. This could even be a singular tribal behavior, unrelated to civilization. If there is a very mysterious tribe in the desert, that is indeed quite possible.

I looked around at the “Yama Factory” and silently prayed that there wouldn’t be only one exit; otherwise, we would truly be trapped here. The three of us moved deeper into the factory, keeping our eyes on the walls and the ceiling of the caves, hoping to see any caves leading to other places.

After walking a short distance inside, I saw some stone platforms. I initially thought they were for handling corpses, but upon seeing some broken pottery and household utensils nearby, I realized this was a place where craftsmen lived.

The craftsmen were no longer there, but there were plenty of signs of life. Because this place is very hidden, these signs have been well preserved. The fat man opened some intact pottery jars, and they were all dried up. Some jars were sealed like those used for brewing.

The fat man had drunk this kind of wine from a tomb before, and he couldn’t help but feel tempted. I remarked that this wasn’t an ancient tomb, and we couldn’t guarantee that these were definitely wine jars; what if they contained something like the king of hell’s brain? That would be a serious problem.

The fat man picked up a jar, shook it, listened to the sound inside, and sighed, “Even if it’s wine, it’s turned into wine dregs; it’s all dried up.”

Further in, there were small ear rooms, all carved out. I leaned in to see if there was an exit, but found them all sealed, piled up with these “wine jars.” If it weren’t for the king of hell outside, this place would resemble a wine or soy sauce brewing area.

In my view, I could almost be certain that this was definitely not wine; it must be materials used for handling corpses. After circling around, we found a staircase leading down, with about ten steps, creating a half-level drop, but there was standing water on the lower half.

“At least we won’t have to drink urine,” the fat man said. “Let’s set a rule: stay away from this puddle when we relieve ourselves. I wonder if there are any fish in the water.”

The water was rainwater seeping in through the cracks, and it was very clear, not reaching our knees. So the three of us found a jar to fill with some water.

The fire stick was extinguished and then reignited. We took off our shoes and stepped into the water, moving forward. The chubby guy said, “Do you know that in the past, the bathwater of beautiful women was used for medicinal purposes? It was called ‘beauty soup.’ Our three pairs of feet can be called ‘three delicacies soup.’ The foot bath water of the chubby guy definitely contains his vital energy; drinking it can replenish the kidneys.”

I turned around and glared at him, just in time to see the short guy, Feng, pulling something out of the water.

“Dude, you don’t need to drink it right away; there’s no rush. This stuff needs to be consumed regularly to be effective, and we haven’t even gone out yet,” the chubby guy said, as Feng shook off the water from whatever he had in his hand. It was something that looked like a turtle.