"Boss, how's it going?"

Guys like Daniel went around to the back and walked over from a relatively low place. [00b1 3kanwang/b looked at Chen Ming who was covered in bruises and asked with concern.

Chen Ming looked at the wounds on his body, bit his head, and said calmly: "They are all superficial wounds, nothing to worry about. You guys are stepping on other people's skulls. Don't you be afraid of Qingming Festival?" Are the Jieyin soldiers coming to settle accounts with you?"

After hearing Chen Ming's words, Da Niu immediately looked down, his face changed drastically with fright, he ran to the side in a fit of piss, clasped his hands together and kept chanting: "Namo Amitabha, Amitabha! There are no taboos, there are no taboos! What a bad luck!" , stepping on a dead head is worse than stepping on shit."

"Look at the armor and weapons on these guys. Are these the Yin soldiers that Lai San encountered?" Chen Ming pointed at the dead people. Da Niu and others were stunned for a moment, and then they moved forward one by one. Look, it's true.

"Oh, boss, that's right! Let's collect all these ancient weapons. If we sell them as antiques, we'll get rich!" The big man on the side has been out to see the world in the past few years, and he also knows that these things are antiques. Immediately, I was jumping up and down with joy, this was gold.

Chen Ming broke out in a cold sweat and said angrily: "You see clearly! This is just the lowest weapon used by lower-class soldiers. This kind of iron lump is worthless anywhere! If this is a bronze from the Spring and Autumn Period, That’s what is called valuable.”

"Boss, what do you mean, these things are worthless?" The big cow on the side asked puzzledly.

"Your sickle, which has been used for who knows how many generations, is also an antique. Can you give it a try? Turn left after exiting the street at Xinglong Nightclub. There is a scrap metal collector somewhere. I think they can give you two cents. "Chen understood what Daniel looked like and said angrily.

"Hey, isn't that just a waste of joy?" Daniel was helpless.

Chen Ming followed Fat Pig King for a while, and also asked about antiques. They can be roughly divided into paper calligraphy and painting, silk fabrics, ceramics, bronze wares, jade wares (precious stones and strange stones), wood wares, Buddha statues, etc. Iron wares It doesn't match anything at all, so I wouldn't give it to anyone else.

"It's not necessarily an empty joy! Have you seen these guys? Why do you think they appear in this place?" Chen Ming looked at the corpses in front of him, smoking a cigarette, and asked with a frown.

"This should have been a battlefield in ancient times! Did these soldiers die in battle?" Daniel's thoughts were very simple, and he could only think about this at the moment.

"No! This is not a battlefield. Didn't you notice that all the dead bodies have the same armor? Since it is a battlefield, where are the enemies?" Chen Ming flicked the ash in his hand and asked.

"Perhaps they were buried here after they died in battle! After all, as one of our own people, we will definitely not bury the other party's people with our own people!" The second fool on the side is not stupid either!

"This seems reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it becomes even more nonsense. Looking at the completeness of these corpses, it is absolutely impossible that they came off the battlefield." Chen Ming said in a 13-year-old style.

"Although, this is not very realistic. But, boss, do you think these guys committed collective suicide?" Another horseman on the side said with a smile.
Chapter completed!