Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1085: Tracking and Discovery

Suddenly, a fit of coughing echoed in the air.

Shortly after, the voice rang out once more: "Are they all resting?"

"Yes, after such a long journey, without rest, how could we muster the strength for hunting tomorrow?"

"Come along with me."

"We’ve come such a distance; why not head there tomorrow?"

"Quit the nonsense."

"Fine, fine, fine, I’ll tag along. Over all these years, no one but our group has ever stepped foot in that spot."

"You’re clueless about it."

Silence fell afterward, with no further words exchanged.

Xinyan swiftly slipped into the space. She trailed their path only once the pair had departed from it.

In the alley, the two men twisted and turned repeatedly through numerous bends until they came to a halt.

The instant they paused, Xinyan ducked into the space. No path extended here; they’d arrived at a dead end.

The towering figure ahead commanded: "Open it."

The plump fellow trailing him glanced backward, crouched low, and started probing the wall near the base.

Though Xinyan missed the exact method he used, she observed the stone door gradually lifting upward.

Rather than rushing in, the pair lingered briefly before stooping and entering the chamber.

Xinyan planned to slip in behind them upon their entry, yet the men ventured only a short way inward.

From within the space, their voices carried clearly: "I’ve said it before—no one ventures to this spot. How on earth could it get found out?"

"You chatter excessively. Now that we’re here, a quick inspection will put our minds at rest. Any mishap, and we couldn’t face our superiors."

They remained inside only briefly before emerging.

Once the stone door dropped shut, instead of retracing their steps, the duo left the alley and pressed onward.

Moments later, they reached a tiny opening: "Crawl in and fetch some items."

"Why’s it always me squeezing through? This narrow gap feels like crawling into a tomb—pure bad omen."

"Enough delays—get it done fast so we can return and sleep."

Soon enough, the man stooped and wriggled inside. After ten minutes, he emerged clutching wooden ***bear bows and arrows: "Boss, combined with our current stock, is this sufficient?"

The boss eyed the pile on the ground and gave a nod: "These will do for the moment. We can return if more are needed."

Xinyan observed their departure, waiting until certain they wouldn’t double back, before exiting the space and approaching the hole herself.

Imitating his movements, she crouched and crawled through the entrance.

Upon glimpsing the contents within, excitement shook her to the core. She’d clearly uncovered a massive haul—one too big for her to manage solo. Contacting the proper authorities was urgent.

But the moment she emerged, sounds of the two men approaching again sent her scrambling back into the space in terror.

From outside came: "Boss, you’re overly wary. No soul would visit this forsaken corner."

"Without my caution over the years, you wouldn’t be here debating with me now."

They prowled the area once more, detected nothing amiss, muttered curses, and finally departed.

Xinyan thumped her chest in relief, thankful for the space—without it, she’d have been doomed.

A sudden thought struck her, prompting another exit from the space. She crawled back into the hole, reasoning that amid such a stockpile of wooden ***bear bows and arrows, a few missing wouldn’t raise alarms.

Should danger strike, they could prove lifesavers.

An uncovered crate sat right at the entry, filled with wooden ***bear ***casings.

For caution’s sake, she shifted multiple crates aside, prying open one from the rear. This section held solely these items; from the center, she selected a box, verified its condition, and tucked it into the space.

Then, she reset everything, ventured deeper, and nearby the crates, whisked two boxes of paired ***bear arrows into the space.

This knowledge stemmed from her old role at a clubhouse featuring a shooting range.

Back then, tasked with upkeep, she’d witnessed plenty and picked up useful skills.

For utmost security, she withdrew one, fitted it with ***bear ***arrows, stowed it in the space for dire needs, and started groping her way back out.