My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 675

Rafael urged coldly. “Come down!”

Only Christina could fit into the hole.

Patrick disagreed. “We have dynamite.” He would rather destroy all the ancient cultural relics in the

cave than let her take the risk alone.

Rafael laughed sarcastically. “Dynamite? We can’t tell if the mountain is hollow now. If you use

dynamite so recklessly, we’ll all be buried here. Patrick, you can sacrifice so many of your brothers’

lives for your great love, right?”

His words were provocative.

Charles refuted, “Since you have already said that it’s dangerous inside the hole, why do you want

Christina to get in? It is impossible for any of us to get in.”

Although Patrick and Christina were a couple, everyone knew that she had no privilege and went

through everything as arduously as they did.

“Get Earl down.” Rafael failed to sow discord so he had to compromise.

Christina used her homemade vine net to hold Earl and slowly put it down with ropes.

Earl, the black cat, was indeed psychic. It could understand what they were saying and it didn’t panic or

roar even if it was thrown to the edge of the cliff. It still maintained its noblility. As it approached the

small hole, Earl jumped directly into it.

Cats could see clearly in the night. Earl looked around the cave unhurriedly. After about half an hour,

there was still nothing happening from below.

Somehow, Christina was a little worried about it.

Could it die inside?

Rafael, who was still in the air outside the cliff, frowned. He reached the lighter into the cave, which

was so deep

that he could not see it through or see Earl’s body.

Just as everyone thought that Earl had died, the position where Charles was standing suddenly

collapsed. They were so scared that they all screamed, “It suddenly collapsed…” They retreated.

Fortunately, it was only a slight tremor, and a cloud of dust rose around them. Soon, Patrick saw where

the collapse was and a deep pit appeared.

Rafael felt that it was dangerous and quickly climbed up the cliff,

“This is the real entrance.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rafael looked at where the collapse happened and immediately understood.

Patrick and Charles held lighters in their hands. The bright flame allowed them to see clearly that there

were obvious steps under the collapsed pit, which meant that this was the real entrance.

“Meow!” A meow came from the deep pit. It was Earl.

It seemed that Earl had touched the switch and led them the way.

Gary’s eyes lit up and he thought to himself that the cat was really smart and if only he could have an

obedient cat like that. Unfortunately, it was Rafael’s cat.

Rafael looked at the deep pit, unable to suppress his excitement. He seemed a little impatient.

He knew that there must be something he wanted inside.

“Go down” Patrick ordered and took Gary and Crabbie down.

in.

The rest stayed where they were in case of any more trouble.

Christina did not care about his orders. She ran down with a lighter. Charles wanted to follow them at

first. Since she moved, he immediately followed suit.

Patrick got angry.

He couldn’t control her.

Rafael was in a good mood and looked at them. He joked, “My dear brother-in-law, you have to man it

up in front of your wife.”

Hearing “brother-in-law,” he felt goosebumps all over his body.

They stepped on the steps, totaling 39 steps, then they finally reached the spacious mountainside. As

Rafael had said, the mountain was actually hollow.

The cave was not ventilated, so they felt a little difficult to breathe. Since it was spacious, and some air

flowed in through the small hole on the other side of the cliff, they didn’t suffocate.

“It was manmade…” Everyone held up the lighter in their hands and looked around the mountainside

seriously.

The walls were covered with dense murals.

In the murals, some were working in the mountains, some were fishing in the sea, and big boats were

drawn in

which they went to the sea… They gathered in front of the fire to drum, dance, and celebrate the

harvest.

These murals recorded the daily life of the previous inhabitants here.

They were not ordinary people, but barbarians. It seemed that these were all left by the ancestors of

the barbarians

“… Samba’s ancestors learned to use tools thousands of years ago.” The ancestors of the barbarians

were not more stupid than that of humans.

But for some reason, humans had evolved into civilized society, but the Samba was still living in a

primitive environment.

Rafael was not interested in barbarians.

He continued to walk deeper into the mountainside. He raised the lighter and explored it bit by bit. Earl,

the black cat, led the way for him.