Ding Tairan thought for a long time and solemnly decided: "He is my son. No matter what I do wrong, I have an unshirkable responsibility. Ancestor, please give me some advice on how to resolve it."
Bai Yao said: "Ding Lin is destined to commit a peach blossom disaster."
One sentence explains the root of the problem.
Ding Tairan sighed deeply: "This traitor has been rebellious and disobedient since he was fourteen years old. He flirted with little girls' skirts. I should have given him a good beating at that time!"
If it weren't for his laissez-faire at that time, his son wouldn't be what he is now.
Peach Blossom Tribulation... This looks like the traitor is about to fall into the hands of a woman!
At this moment, Old Man Ding wished he could have his son tonsured and send him to become a monk in the mountains and forests.
"What happened to those old antiques?" Bai Yao changed the topic.
That was all she had to say about their father and son.
Ding Tairan came back to his senses and said quickly: "The one causing trouble recently is a ghost mask. Ancestor, please come with me."
He led the way, taking her through the long corridor, and finally came to a treasure house.
This treasure house is not open to the public, and all precious cultural relics and antiques are collected here.
As soon as Bai Yao entered, he immediately felt a surge of Yin Qi coming towards his face.
Without changing her expression, she followed Old Man Ding to a glass cover.
There is a ferocious ghost mask hidden in the glass cover.
Ding Tairan said seriously: "Ancestor, this is it. Can you see if there is that thing?"
Bai Yao's cold eyes fell on a slender figure sitting on the glass cover, Kuai Ren said quickly: "Pack it up and send it to my home."
As soon as these words came out, Ding Tairan knew that there was indeed something attached to the ghost mask.
He nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, I'll get ready right now."
The little old man turned around and walked away.
A majestic and cold voice stopped Bai Yao: "How dare the untouchables take away the ghost face!"
Bai Yao was too lazy to pay attention to him and carefully looked at the ghost mask in the glass cover.
This ghost mask is made of pure gold. It has a hideous and strange shape and is scary to look at.
No wonder the little old man didn't dare to put it on display.
Just looking at this ghost mask will make ordinary people lose their minds.
Only she can suppress it.
"Untouchable, why didn't you answer the king's question?" The figure sitting on the glass cover was a little angry. He clearly saw her glance at him.
This was the only one among so many people who discovered his existence after he woke up.
Bai Yao lazily raised his eyes and finally saw the man's appearance clearly.
He was wearing a tattered military uniform, with disheveled hair that could not hide the handsomeness on his face. At this moment, the man was staring at her murderously.
"You are a pariah, and your whole family is a pariah." She replied rudely.
The man immediately became angry, jumped down, and grabbed her neck viciously.
Without saying a word, Bai Yao grabbed his long black hair.
The man was so angry that he roared: "How dare you touch this king, you untouchable! Let go, and I will spare your life!"
Not only did Bai Yao not let go, he pulled him tighter and said with a smile: "I am not the king, please open your eyes and see what era this is, your country has long been dead.
"
dead...
The man's majestic body suddenly stiffened.
"What year is it today?"
"It's the 21st century."
"What year is it in the twenty-first century?"
The man looked confused.
He had been trapped in this small room since he woke up, watching people in strange clothes going about all day long, but no one paid him any attention.
Seeing his dazed state, Bai Yao let go of his hair and said calmly: "Looking at your clothes, you should be an ancient person who died three thousand years ago."
"He's still a major general."
"Three thousand years?!" The man swayed and stumbled back a few steps.
Bai Yao looked at him and then at the ghost mask, "You are the owner of the mask, right? You have quite a lot of grievances. Just follow me for a long time to come. What's your name?"
"Jiang Chenzhou..." he said in a low voice, still not accepting the fact that he had been dead for three thousand years.
"Jiang Shenzhou, this name sounds very unlucky. A boat sinking in the river is not a sign of early death."
Bai Yao looked at him with slight sympathy.
Jiang Chenzhou looked frustrated, "I have been dead for so long... Where are you taking me?"
"Your soul is possessed by the ghost mask, which causes the ghost mask to have some influence on ordinary people. What I have to do is to eliminate this influence."
"To put it in layman's terms, I want to eliminate the resentment of you dead souls attached to the antiques, and then bring the cultural relics back here for exhibition."
When Jiang Chenzhou heard that, he was okay with it, "Showing my things to others? What is this called?"
"You're already dead, so don't worry about it so much."
Ding Tairan came over with the box in his arms, and happened to see Bai Yao talking to the air, and suddenly felt creepy.
The ancestor must be talking to that thing he can't see.
"Ancestor, is it difficult this time?" Ding Tairan asked cautiously.
Bai Yao said with a relaxed smile: "It's a piece of cake."
"Then who is the big shot this time?" Ding Tairan was originally engaged in archaeology and was very interested in the life of the owner of the antique.
"Just a little prince."
Jiang Chenzhou's eyes widened, his handsome face filled with anger, "What do you mean by just a little prince?"
"This king is His Majesty the King of Jin! Not the little prince you talk about!"
Bai Yao said angrily: "I said you are young, not because of your status, but because of your age. You look like you are seventeen or eighteen years old, right?"
Jiang Chenzhou proudly straightened his chest and said, "I am eighteen years old!"
Bai Yao spread his hands, "Look, it's the young prince."
Jiang Chenzhou grinded his teeth and said: "..."
This girl is so arrogant that she doesn't take His Highness the King of Jin seriously at all.
He really wanted to punch her.
When Ding Tairan heard this, he smiled and said: "That one is indeed smaller, and not as powerful as the owner of the previous bronze sword."
Mentioning the bronze sword, he curiously asked: "Ancestor, how is that sword doing now?"
He still remembers that when he got the bronze sword, Bauhinia City was in a state of turmoil by the owner of the sword.
If the ancestor hadn't taken action to suppress the sword master, Bauhinia City would have been closed.
Bai Yao said calmly: "That guy has been defeated by me. He won't come out now. He hides in the sword every day."
"Bronze Sword, are you convinced?" Jiang Chenzhou's eyes lit up, as if he had found someone of the same kind, and he asked curiously: "Is he, like me, also a person who has been dead for three thousand years?"
Bai Yao looked calm and calm: "He died for more than five thousand years."
Jiang Chenzhou's eyes widened in shock: "For more than five thousand years, that must be our ancestor!"
She glanced at him.
If you call her ancestor after five thousand years, what about her? She has nine thousand years!
"Is he also a member of the royal family?" Jiang Chenzhou asked like a curious baby.