The clay tablet in his hand was black, like a stone slab, and it was engraved with cuneiform characters.

Looking at this, Xing Jie felt that the so-called clay tablet books he knew over the years should be fake.

Didn't you say that the clay tablets were all yellow slabs made of river mud? What are you Aziz doing with a black guy?

However, Xing Jie just complained casually, but he didn't say anything more, because he thinks it is more interesting now, or these cultural relics, although sometimes they feel simple and rough, but they are quite down-to-earth.

I've seen a lot of the fineness of those prehistoric ruins and cultural relics, but those are not counted, and it's really not interesting to make them more advanced than they are now. In addition to being a little novel at the beginning, looking at those things now, although it makes people feel very forced to say them, it is really a little crooked.

The length is thirty centimeters, the width is twenty-one centimeters, and the thickness is two centimeters. It seems to have undergone the fire reinforcement process, which is similar to the black pottery in the Qujialing culture discovered in 1928. The whole body is dark, smooth and delicate to the touch, and it is like warm jade to the touch. When tapped, it makes a crisp clanging sound.

And the clay tablets were all covered with cuneiform characters that were wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Not only that, but some decorative patterns were added to this clay tablet. On closer inspection, there is a small mark in the lower right corner of this clay tablet.

It seems that this is the famous and legendary page count symbol in the Royal Library of Nineveh.

I'm going to go, do you want to be so professional?

"How many have you found?"

"A complete set, twenty-six pieces, nothing missing, even the corners and corners are perfect. Not only that, but each clay tablet is placed in a special clay box, and a small special clay tablet is placed on the outside to illustrate what it is. So such a discovery is really very rare, and each board is the same size, and it seems that it should be made of molds. ”

Xing Jie took the board book and flipped it around for a long time, and after being amazed at the perfection of this thing, he finally put it on the table. For Xing Jie, this thing is just a rarity, and as for the rest, he can't understand it.

This cuneiform script is not like an oracle bone inscription, even if you don't know what this word reads, but at least you can guess that it is not far from ten, after all, it is all hieroglyphs. But this cuneiform, if you don't study it systematically for a few years, the ghost will know what this heavenly book is talking about!

opened the backpack, took out the cigars that Ye Yuanchao gave him, and after each person divided one, several people sat there, sipping red wine, swallowing and spitting out fog.

"Aziz, I have a question. A few years ago I had seen the bronze Dead Sea scrolls, all written in Hebrew. The Dead Sea Scrolls are probably made between 100 and 200 BC, and Hebrew is a relatively ancient language.

And although Solomon, the big boss of the same generation, was destroyed, the Jewish civilization was not broken, so the use rate of this Hebrew language is still very high. Also, you say that the ruins of the city here are suspected to be Nineveh, but as far as I know, this area is clearly the territory of the southern Jewish kingdom, so why is the book of Jonah written in cuneiform instead of Hebrew, which is more recognizable?"

Quite simply, because the book of Jonah was not written by Jonah himself. According to the records, it must have been specially made by one of Jonah's followers with permission. This is clearly documented in the final chapter of this batch of tablets. I wonder why Jonah, who had always hated Assyria, would agree to produce such a different set of clay tablets. So ......"

"So you called me here and saw if I could be a mascot, right? I guess so!"

"The honorarium is five million dollars, and the Basang is one million. The original discoverer can add your name, but you don't have the right to research and use it. ”

"Look at you, we're all friends, so why bother with this kind of separation? It's too hurtful for us to talk about money. This is my Swiss bank account number, please keep it safe. ”

Aziz and Professor Clint Kao smiled at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

At this time, Xing Jie and his brother-in-law magician's reaction to money is simply the same! There is no such subtlety and rejection as ordinary Chinese, for fear that if you slow down, the money will fly away.

The sound of money arriving in the mobile phone is so pleasant, like a fairy music, it is intoxicating. After confirming the receipt of the money, Xing Jie's face was straight and said, "Everyone is full of food and drink, so let's start!

"He went back to New York the day before yesterday, and his sister was going to get married, and that was his only relative. So, this time it won't be with us. ”

"The bastard doesn't say anything, and I'll have a present. Forget it, when this time is over, we'll go to New York for a walk, and we're going to fuck this bastard!"

……

In the vast Gobi Desert of Jordan, in this wonderful season that should have been a spring breeze, raging winds are blowing everywhere, and the sky is full of sand and dust!

Xing Jie, who was wearing goggles and a mask, looked at the Gobi Desert, which was calm just now, but now it was like the devil crying, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Damn, this place is so similar to a child's face? It was fine just now, how much effort did it take, and it changed in a blink of an eye?

The gravel dances with the yellow sand, and the Gobi is the same color as the sky.

"Right ahead, oh Fack, dig quickly! The shed is blowing away, and if you don't press it up, the whole entrance will be blocked by sand!" Aziz roared there.

Xing Jie didn't care how funny Aziz's voice was coming from the mask, and he and Basang and Aziz each picked up an ordnance shovel and immediately threw themselves on the sand that was gradually rising and dug frantically.

"Aziz! The wind is still getting stronger, and the three of us can't dig up all this sand!

"Okay, just do as you do!"

After Professor Clint was dragged into the mouth by Xing Jie and the others, the wind swept a large amount of sand, and after a while, the entrance was tightly sealed!

"If you come here, you will be safe, and we were going to visit here in the first place. Didn't you turn this place upside down, and there wouldn't be any danger in thinking about it. The place was only covered by the wind and sand, and it didn't take long for the wind to stop. Let's dig it out, isn't that a super easy thing?" Xing Jie shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

This is an underground palace, and the scale is not small.

Except for those frescoes on the walls that proclaim the greatness and love of the gods, all that remains is war.

Of course, this kind of large-scale human mass assault usually has a very nice name, holy war! For example, the Crusades launched in the 11th century, or the Ottoman Empire's attack on Vienna in the 16th century.

Professor Clint Kao, who was carrying a miner's lamp, pointed to the mural and talked about the fraternity of the gods.

At this time, it was hard for Klint to believe that he was a university professor, and if he changed into a royal robe, he would be a brainwashed clergyman.