Jiang Heng didn't know much about mask culture, and he was quite shocked when that mask was presented in front of him.

The original word-based interpretation of the mask was a cover that served as a cover, a camouflage for festive joy or drama. Masks are often a symbol of people's inner world. With its rich cultural connotation and special external form, it has always been valued by the academic community.

Masks were used by people of many tribes to combine the art of carving and painting, creating many wonderful works. Even if the shape is bizarre, it will not lose its own cultural heritage and plastic arts. However, when the mask itself exists in the form of some kind of power, it will also lose its original value, and will be replaced by the endless intake and desire of human beings for power and power......

The dragon face is black, the noodle hall is so delicately carved, and the pattern on the dragon face is perfectly combined with the slight concave and convex scales. The tarnished horns are as dull as the ossified old horns of a red deer. It's flamboyant, and the little cow's ears don't exist anymore.

"This is the face of the Ghost Dragon?" Jiang Heng couldn't believe it, he frowned, put his fist against his chin and made a "thinker" posture.

He didn't understand that in his imagination, the "dragon face" should be golden or red, and in ancient times, the dragon could soar through the clouds and water, protect one side, and was a mascot. But the mask in front of him turned out to be black dragon scales, like the style of the emperor's sacrificial utensils, which was diametrically opposite, more like the product of a spiritual materialization form in which the consciousness of witchcraft and the consciousness of life coexisted in the mask. It creates an illusory sense of awe.

"Yes, it's a real dragon noodle, and I just brought it back from Japan. You know what to do next......" The man deliberately lengthened his voice, showing a sense of slackness.

"Isn't that a little out of place......

"Do everything you can to get Yang Chen on that flight...... Someone knows what to do......" The man left with a meaningful word, and he walked in a hurry and disappeared into the night......

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