Wu Liang was just a Tomb Robber, even if he was a very experienced one.
He was ultimately just a mortal.
Facing someone as powerful as Qin Heng, he had no way to resist. To save his life, he could only obediently write down all the information about the tombs he had looted and the whereabouts of the antiques he had handled.
Over the years, he had amassed a great deal of wealth through tomb raiding. The number of tombs he broke into and antiques he dealt with was vast, and he detailed everything in a small booklet.
Once he had written all this, Wu Liang felt as if all his strength had been drained. He collapsed on the ground, his face pale, utterly in despair. Everything recorded in this booklet was more than enough to have him killed countless times.
All this is evidence of my crimes!
"Young Master Qin," Wu Liang said with hollow eyes, "do you have any other requirements?" He was now filled with extreme regret, cursing his misfortune.
