"Do you make a phone call and let JC throw me all in and fencing until the end of the world?"
The blind man sneered and sneered, his eyes shinyly rubbing the chimes placed around the room.
These things...
"What a pity, we can't take it all out, haha!"
As a professional tomb robber, his need for money... emm, a blind man is a blind man after all. No matter how much wealth he has in private, he can still bow for 30,000 yuan.
"That's right, blind man, this thing is very valuable, but it's much different from the whole set."
The fat man sighed regretfully as if he was a soulmate.
"Why can't you do it?"
"Can we leave so many babies behind to get moldy in such a ghost place, and even be completely buried under the mudslide one day?"
"Looking back, I asked someone to make a secret house and put these things in... I just want to take good care of these treasures. Do you believe it?"
As he said that, Hu Ming turned around and looked at everyone.
"I believe it, why don't you believe it? The fat and the blind also think so."
Wu Xie rolled his eyes and complained.
"The Zhang family originally had many such things. In my impression, young children were also used as toys."
The young man is a man who has seen the world and said something in a distant tone as always.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, based on the Zhang family's background, it is not difficult to understand that such a grand occasion was in its heyday.
As for the current outcome of those babies...
When the Zhang family fell apart, they were either vacate by the Zhang family's fellows, or they were confiscated in a series of changes later...
"Brother is awesome! The Zhang family is awesome!"
"Okay, it's time to do the serious business. How do you say this coffin? Is it open?"
The blind man praised indifferently and exaggeratedly, then moved his eyes to the coffin in the center of the room.
The black wooden coffin cannot be seen in its specific material, and it is only distinguished by its appearance. Some Han Dynasty tomb styles are mixed in.
But more, there are some styles I've never seen before.
The few people who knew this were not surprised.
After all, the Luoyun Kingdom of the South China Sea, which is the country governed by the South China Sea Network, is far overseas and has little contact with the Central Plains.
There is even no trace of this country in official history. Only some unofficial histories circulated in coastal areas, or even folk mythological stories, can be found.
"Kai Kai Kai, Made, as a professional tomb robber, is it a human thing to do if he doesn't open the coffin in the tomb?"
The fat man could not hold back any longer and rubbed his hands and screamed excitedly.
"First, this is not a tomb, it is a tomb chamber. These things were moved by someone later. Well, it was Yang Daguang... Of course, maybe this place was their ancestral temple before."
"Second, I'm not a professional tomb robber, I'm a certified archaeology professor at a well-known university in the country, okay?"
Hu Ming pointed out that the fat man's words were wrong, but he had already arrived at the head of the coffin, looked at the fat man with a smile.
"The first two points are nonsense, what about the third one?"
The guy can always grasp the key points and say lightly.
"Third...thunder is coming soon..."
Upon hearing this, Hu Ming looked up at the big clock hanging on the top of the coffin.
"Thunder? Thunder? Listen to Thunder?"
Wu Xie's face changed. In recent times, he has studied too much and is too sensitive to these things, and he instinctively feels something wrong.
"Come on, be careful!"
Suddenly, the big bell above his head trembled slightly, and the faint thunder sound from the outside was collected by this ancient amplification device and spread out from the mouth of the big bell.
The thunder became more and more intense. In an instant, the few people in the room subconsciously covered their ears, and their faces looked a little painful.
"Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? What happens if you thunder!!!"
Wu Xie looked at Hu Ming, Hei Xiaozi, and the young man who had no expression on his face ignored the harsh voice, and at the same time drew his sword and faced the coffin with vigilance, an unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
These three great gods all looked like this. Obviously, the master in the coffin was strange!
"In the eyes of some people, the thunder contains the secrets of heaven and earth, and at the same time, the thunder generation at a specific frequency also contains mysterious power..."
Hu Ming didn't care that his voice was covered by thunder, he just felt a little emotional.
Thunder and lightning are different.
Lightning is just a discharge phenomenon caused by cloud collisions, while thunder is somewhat subtle.
If lightning is lightning in the cloud, the thunder is reflected many times in the cloud, and when the explosion wave decomposes, many sound waves of different wavelengths are generated, which are transmitted to each other...
At the same time, if the sound waves reflect multiple times in the cloud, and the superimposed thunder caused by multiple lightnings with different distances and heights will be different.
In addition, when sound waves encounter peaks, buildings or ground, they also produce reflections... Some sound waves need to be reflected multiple times.
These multiple reflections may be transmitted to the ears in a very short time interval. At this time, it sounds like a lasting thunder sound, like a grinding feeling.
In other words, the frequency, length, etc. of thunder are all affected by the external environment.
Similarly, in this complex change, thunder may really carry some amazing information.
Of course, Hu Ming did not study this. The thunder collected through this indoor collection device may not be different from the ordinary thunder in his voice.
However... the owner in the coffin didn't seem to think so.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was inevitable. In short, the processed thunder heard from the big bell, and it seemed to be telling the "robe" some information.
Crunch...
The thunder gradually faded, and the eardrums of several people calmed down slightly, and the sound of the coffin being turned was so harsh.
Several people were very sure that so far, they still had no coffin to make a fortune!
He opened the coffin with a very gentle movement, and a thin black figure sat up from it, closing his eyes and listening to the afterglow of the thunder.
It’s just a zongzi, and the few people are well-informed, but the zongzi in front of him is different. Seven ears have grown on both sides of his head!
The ears are densely packed together, bloated and ugly...
"Compared with this person, Liu'er Mihou is considered a hammer, just a younger brother..."
The blind man grinned and sighed.
“Gujigu…….”
It seemed that he had obtained the information he wanted, and Qi Er opened his mouth and felt like an unconscious roar.
"...Damn it, it's this ancient and wild language. That "His Majesty the First Emperor" did not lie to me!"
Hu Ming's face changed. Although he couldn't understand, it was not the first time he heard such a roaring language...
Chapter completed!