As you go deeper inside, the atmosphere also changes. Before, whether it was in the tomb with nine coffins or in the tunnel, there was a cold and damp atmosphere. But as you enter here, compared to the cold and damp atmosphere,

, I actually felt a breath like the morning sun. It didn't warm the body, but made people feel warm from the inside out.

I have never felt like this in an ancient tomb. I couldn't help but have a strong curiosity about this ancient tomb.

At this time we were already at the end of the corridor. I stopped and listened quietly to see if there was any sound from the ear chamber where we were before. However, after listening carefully, I did not hear any sound from that ear chamber.

Even the sound of the green-faced rice dumplings hitting the stone door suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been heard before.

Could it be that Zongzi ran away when he realized that his efforts were in vain? Hearing that there was no sound from the ear chamber, I couldn't help but think that if this was the case, then Da Zhuang and I wouldn't have to be so anxious. But if not, then it proves that we are still in danger.

Among them, there is no guarantee when a green-faced rice dumpling will come out.

I only have a basic understanding of Zongzi in terms of words and shapes. I don’t understand its internal effects and principles. If Zongzi also has a brain, then it will definitely find it from other ways and take us away.

Kill them all, but if the zongzi has no brain, then it will definitely wander around in the outside world. After all, without a brain, they only obey the orders of the body and instinct, and it is impossible for the word "thought" to appear.

Seeing that there was no sound from behind, I turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor, while Da Zhuang also carried Hai Xiang and followed me into the next ear room.

As soon as I entered the ear room, I saw three stone doors around me. The patterns of the sun, moon, and stars were carved on them. The ear room was very small, only about five square meters, and only a few people could occupy them all. Although

That's true, but there are still a few stone jars placed in the ear room, and there is nothing except the stone jars.

Da Zhuang walked towards those stone jars, picked up one, looked at it, and muttered, "Oh my God, Comrade Xiao Ke, I noticed that every time we come down to rob tombs, it's always the tombs of poor families like this?"

Let’s not talk about the tomb on Siniangzi Mountain. Just look at this tomb in front of us. Damn it, we worked so hard that we almost died in the crack in the wall. When we got here, just a few broken stone jars killed us.

Send it away, it’s so damn annoying~”

Before I could say anything, Da Zhuang's eyes lit up, "Comrade Xiao Ke, do you think it's possible that it has been robbed before? I mean, your mother has been to this tomb before, has it been valuable?

All the worthless things were thrown here. The tomb in the Siniangzi Mountain had been stolen by others before. By the time we went there, it was already in a mess. Besides, didn’t the man named Song also say

Their organization had entered there, and he was the only one who survived. Anyway, he was the only living person. Anything he said could have been made up. Anyway, we don’t know anything. Do you think it could have been him who had already made it up?

All the valuable things have been taken away, and then only one bead is left here?"

Hearing Da Zhuang's words, I couldn't help but picture a series of scenes in my mind. Some were in the tomb of Siniangzi Mountain, and some were in the Rakshasa Demon Palace. Before I discovered Song Bo, we had never entered that tomb at all.

, and when Song Bo was discovered, the reason why Song Bo reached an agreement with us was just to get out of this tomb. After entering the Rakshasa Demon Palace, Song Bo not only stayed with us before going down to the bottom of the Mirror Tower, but also treated me after that.

He Ma Ruizhi fell down the trap strangely, and we were separated from Song Bo for a long time. When we met Song Bo, the Rakshasa appeared. When I heard what Da Zhuang said, I suddenly felt that something was strange.

If I didn't get anything valuable in either place, the only way to say it is that someone else had been there before, so when I went there, there was nothing left.

Seeing my silence, Da Zhuang put Hai Xiang on his shoulder on the ground, and then walked over and handed me the stone jar in his hand, "Ahem, Comrade Xiao Ke, I told you to stop making random calculations, there is nothing to do anyway."

I can't think of it. I guess if your mother had been here, she would have just taken away all the particularly valuable items. You see, if you take things like this to an antique dealer or ask Alina to hold another auction.

It will be sold at the fair, and I think the price should be quite high. After all, it is an antique, and there should be a lot of people who like to play with it."

Seeing Da Zhuang handing the stone jar to me, I immediately picked up the stone jar and looked at it. Although the craftsmanship of this stone jar is inferior to ours now, after all, there are people who specialize in making this thing.

tools, and I'm afraid they were all purely handmade at that time. Compared with these two points, modern times are much worse than in ancient times. Although the craftsmanship is more perfect than then, after all, they are antiques, and ours now can only

called items

I picked up the stone jar and discovered that it also had similar patterns to those carved on the stone wall of the corridor before. However, the patterns on this stone jar were much more heroic than the knights on those patterns. Although the knights on it looked like

He is also a knight, but his equipment, horses, and appearance all look extraordinary. Just holding it in your hand and looking at it makes people excited.

I touched this stone jar, and it didn't irritate my hands. The soil used must be very soft and easy to neutralize. It feels very soft to the touch. The touch feels like touching soft soil.

While I was observing this stone jar, Da Zhuang asked impatiently, "How is it? Is this thing worth some money?"

After hearing what Da Zhuang said, I looked down at the stone jar again. In fact, handicrafts like this are very valuable, but that is compared to the cultural relics in China. The only shortcoming of this stone jar is the knight depicted on it.

, and the best thing about it is this knight. If such a Western cultural relic is sold in China, I'm afraid the price will be lowered, but it won't be too low, although I haven't been to other places.

country, but I can imagine that if the stone jar in my hand was taken to a foreign country, it would definitely be sold for a very objective price.

Thinking of this, I put the stone jar into Da Zhuang's hand. "I don't know much about this business, but I feel that selling this abroad will cost a lot more than selling it in China. After all, there is a knight painted on it. China

I admire my own culture." As I said that, I pointed to the knight pattern on the stone jar.

After hearing what I said, Da Zhuang curled his lips, then walked to the place where the stone jars were placed, and picked up a few more stone jars to look at them. He didn't know what he was looking at. Did he want to get there from here?

Find the stone jar with Chinese paintings?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but walk to Da Zhuang's side. According to this kid's thoughts, he would never do such a thing.
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