My Waste Husband novel Chapter 821

The Emperor's Mausoleum that the exploration team was going to, was not far from Yinzhou, around 50 kilometres away.

At 3:30 p.m, a Benz car stopped in front of the mausoleum.

One could see that there were many farmyards around, but now the weather was not suitable for farming and tourism. Many farmyards were very desolate, and there was no one. It was only at the beginning of spring that there would gradually be more people.

Whittaker and Tim got out of the car first, looked around, and then said to the people in the car that it was safe. After that, Professor Liu and the others got off the car and carried their suitcases.

Professor Liu took out a work badge and hung it on his neck.

This mausoleum had always been under official supervision. If one wanted to go deep into the mausoleum, he must be permitted by the officials.

On the barren land, there were nine mausoleums. At this moment, it was cold, and the mausoleums were desolate.

Around the Emperor's Mausoleum, there were no birds or green grass, which gave people a sense of bleakness.

The person in charge of Emperor's Mausoleum had received the news a long time ago. He quickly came over and led Professor Liu and others into the mausoleum.

"Stay here. People like you can't go inside," Whittaker said, glaring at Henry coldly.

Henry shrugged indifferently. He didn't want to go in with them.

After Professor Liu left, Henry laid his eyes on a thatched cottage.

At this time, a wisp of smoke was rising from the roof of the thatched cottage, symbolizing that there was a person inside.

Henry walked to the fence of the cottage and pushed the gate. At a glance, he saw a rusty iron sword leaning against the wall.

"The mutton here is very tasty. It's such a great enjoyment to drink a bowl of hot mutton soup in winter. Have a seat." The door of the thatched cottage was pulled open from the inside, and a slim figure appeared in front of Henry. His hair was white, and he was holding a steaming mutton soup in his hand. A layer of faint oil was floating on the top, which easily attracted people's appetite.

Henry nodded and sat on a stone bench in the fenced courtyard. In front of him was an old stone table, with deep traces left by the passage of time.

"Let's warm your body first. The Yin Qi here is very heavy. You have just achieved Qi-refming stage and this kind of cultivation method of external Qi. The pores of the whole body will unconsciously open. If you absorb too much Yin Qi, you will get sick when you grow old." The old man put the mutton soup in front of Henry.

Hearing the old man's words, Henry's body couldn't help but tremble. He had long felt that there was something wrong with this old man, but now he realized that what he had thought was too narrow. The old man mentioned the technique of External Qi entering the body. But actually, it was the World Destruction Tecbique that Henry had been practising.

"Well, don't be nervous. You avoided my sword at that time. I have no ability to win over you. It's just that I have lived for more than 70 years and have seen more than you. Come on, drink the soup first." The old man patted Henry on the shoulder.

Henry picked up the mutton soup and took a sip. After taking a sip, he felt a warm current flowing through his body, which made his shoulders and neck feel much more comfortable.

"Food is everything. Food not only can satisfy people's appetite, it can also nourish your body." The old man took another bowl of mutton soup and sat in front of Henry. "The speed at which you control your Qi is a little faster than I thought. Those people just came to the Emperor's Mausoleum to explore, right?"

"Yes." Henry nodded and did not conceal anything.

The old man chuckled. "People always contradict each other. Back then, there were people who tried their best to hide these things. But now, there were people who tried their best to dig these things out, look for them, hide them, look for them again, hide them again, again and again, haha."

"You will not tell me what's inside the mausoleum, will you?" Henry rolled his eyes and took another sip of the soup. A small piece of mutton flowed down the soup and into Henry's mouth. The meat was cooked very well. Henry just chewed gently and the whole piece of mutton spread out in his mouth. The fresh mutton soup was cooked perfectly. When the meat pieces dispersed, the delicious flavour filled his mouth. The original strong smell of the mutton had already been eliminated, leaving only a strong taste. Even Henry, who was a master chef, couldn't help but raise his thumb.