Wang Xiaobei was shocked but safe after the night was spent on a pack of incense ash burned from Lingyin Temple. In the second half of the night, because the two of them did not rest for two consecutive nights, they all fell asleep around the morning after they had anti-counterfeiting.

Wang Zan is no longer worried about him. The incense ash from Lingyin Temple is enough to allow Wang Xiaobei to spend the night safely, but the problem afterwards must be solved. You won’t have to carry a pack of incense ash wherever you want to let Wang Xiaobei go, right?

Outside the hotel, there were still many lonely ghosts wandering, just under the room where they lived.

At about two o'clock in the morning, a taxi drove to the hotel entrance, and the two young men were probably in their twenties and walked out of the car.

"Huh?" A young man with a braid and wearing a punk style suddenly sniffed his nose and said to the person next to him: "Shaobao, do you feel that the yin energy seems to be a little heavy on the street?"

Shaobao twisted his head, looked at the roadside on the left, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't feel it, just look at it, over there..."

Both of them looked at the roadside below the hotel, at least twenty or thirty black shadows wandering in a daze, with a range of about ten meters, swimming without dispersing, wandering.

"Did you see it, Xiaoliang?"

The young man named Xiaoliang said in confusion: "Where are so many lonely ghosts?"

"Two situations, either someone is possessed by evil spirits or something is attractive to them. Otherwise, there will be so many wild ghosts in this downtown area, which makes it difficult to explain." Shaobao yawned and said, "Let's go back to sleep. What's the problem with him? It's okay if you hang up if you don't care about yourself. Eat more meat and meddle in other people's business."

"Haha, aren't you curious?"

"I want to sleep. I drank a lot of wine and played for the middle of the night. Are you sleepy? OK, okay, let's go quickly..."

Xiaoliang was pulled into the hotel by Shaobao, and then came to the room upstairs. When they passed by a suite, Xiaoliang licked his lips and asked, "Do you know? When I came out to have dinner this morning, I saw a girl living in this room. Her idea was quite right. Her calves and waist were too 666, and her face could be at least 95 points. The remaining five points were placed. She didn't look at me directly, and there was... She lived alone, and there was no man in the room."

Shaobao said speechlessly: "Brother, you saw a woman for the first time. Your eyes are about to fall out when you see you."

"It is definitely not the first time women have seen them, but I like this kind of woman with a cold appearance and a hot heart, who is very eager to conquer!"

Shaobao asked curiously: "How do you know she is so hot?"

Xiaoliang said seriously: "I read from her eyes that loneliness and sorrow. Generally speaking, there are two types of suitors around such an excellent woman. Either they are not at the level or they are not at all. So it is just right for me to have a challenging mind and a man with connotation."

"You should just pull it down. In the eyes of people, you are not mainstream. Can a woman of ninety-five fall in love with you?" Shaobao pulled him impatiently, and then said a little serious: "When you go out, you don't have to be careful in everything, but don't take the initiative to cause trouble for yourself, especially about women. Otherwise, if you don't have any problems, it's hard to tell if you can pass it to your home, do you understand?"

"Shaobao, really, you were definitely born in the wrong age. You should have been an old peddler before the Republic of China and a private school teacher. You did nothing for a day, just holding a book to read the Four Books and Five Classics. Modern society is really not suitable for you. If you go out for a walk in the nightclub, you don't even touch the girl's thighs. No, I'm surprised. In your life, there is no other fun except for subduing demons and demons. The great years have all been abandoned."

Shaobao said lightly: "Different interests and different pursuits, you can't get into my world..."

It was bright.

Wang Zan and Wang Xiaobei were sleeping in a daze and were awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Wang Zan held the phone and leaned into his ear, and said in a vague way: "Hey?"

"A part of the oracle bone inscriptions on the gloomy wooden tombstone has been translated. If all of them are to be translated out, it will probably take at least four or five days. I guess you may not be able to wait. I asked this morning what is translated out now." The phone was called by Director Cao from the office. After coming out of the construction site yesterday, he found senior professors from two archaeological departments in Beijing, both of whom were authoritative in studying oracle bone inscriptions.

In fact, the style of oracle bone inscriptions has not been studied very thoroughly. It has relied on generations of archaeologists to study hard, because there was no reference material. It would be fine if I met a bone inscription I had translated, but if I encountered an unusual one and had never encountered it before, I had to go through various considerations, so the progress was very slow. There are more than 300 bone inscriptions on this inscription, and about 70 or 80 of them had never been encountered before. Therefore, the two experts took one night to produce a small part.

"What does it mean when translated?" Wang Zan asked.

"It's not very complete, it's intermittent, so we don't know the whole content, there are only a few paragraphs."

"Well, then you can tell me, I'll listen."

Cao Yang said: "The King of Northern Meng, Yu Man's cemetery, may be what the foreword says. The latter paragraph may record his death, but it was not translated. In the end, it means that the King of Northern Meng Yu Man was too angry and suppressed here..."

Wang Zan quickly searched the name Beimeng Wang Yuman in his head, but he found that his nine years of compulsory education and one semester of study in college were quite unfamiliar with this word.

"Who is this person? Beimeng, don't tell me that it's really related to Da Shang, then this is too long, right?" Wang Zan and Cao Yang said before that since the inscription here is an oracle bone inscription, it might be the tomb of Da Shang or the former Shang.

If that is the case, the trouble will be a bit big. Just a little bit, the historical value alone is enough to let Wang Xiaobei stop vegetables at this construction site.

Even if he and the office work together to suppress it, it is unlikely that they will suppress it. After all, this is a personal problem, and the historical and archaeological aspects will be more significant.
Chapter completed!