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"Professor Liu, how to open this tomb door?" An archaeological team member pointed to the tomb door and asked, finally able to take a good look at the tomb door up close, only to find out in the end that the appearance of this tomb door is very strange, it can be called unprecedented and unprecedented, and it is estimated that it is the only one in the whole world.

The original color of the tomb door was dark red, and it has not been opened for many years, and no one has cleaned it here, so it has accumulated a lot of dust, and now it seems that the color is like gray.

The surface of the tomb door was not flat, it was full of pits, and there were small holes of uniform depth, like bullets had been shot countless times, and this was the first time these archaeologists had seen the tomb door made like this.

In fact, not only has a lot of dust accumulated on the tomb door, but there is also dust everywhere in front of the tomb door, if there is no special treatment method, the footprints on the dust alone are enough to expose their whereabouts, but Professor Liu has a way to deal with it, so that these dusts should be removed, and these archaeological team members will not let themselves be in a dusty world.

"You can open the door how you usually open it!" Professor Liu was busy with his own affairs and didn't have time to answer, Ye Chen said casually, deliberately making fun of the archaeological team members.

"I'll try. The archaeological team members really believed this, got up, and pushed the tomb door hard, but as a result, it took a lot of effort, not to mention pushing it open, not even a single crack could be opened, and a lot of effort was wasted.

"No, I said, do you really believe it?" Seeing this situation, Ye Chen was already out of breath with laughter, no, I just said casually, he really believed it, and directly put it into action, it was really simple and ignorant enough.

"Or else?" The archaeological team member glanced back at Ye Chen, a little puzzled, and didn't understand why Ye Chen was smiling so happily.

"No, it's okay, you continue, continue!" Ye Cheng suppressed his smile, stroked his forehead and sighed seriously, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden, poor boy, I have seen two, but this is the first time I have seen such two.

"Don't laugh, look here, there is a written record!" He Yuxi turned around and said, a section of the road in front of the tomb door that is not even ten meters enough, the four murals are full of murals, but the records are all landscapes, there is no important value, yes, most of the archaeological team members have ignored it, but as a girl, He Yuxi is very careful, and the murals that are useless in the eyes of the archaeological team members, He Yuxi also looked at it very carefully.

Even if it seems to be the most useless landscape painting, He Yuxi has patiently read it, and when she sees the end, she doesn't have any expectations in her heart, but she still really makes her find something in the end.

As soon as he turned his head and was about to call someone, he found that many archaeological team members covered their mouths and snickered, among these people, Ye Chen laughed the most, don't look at him pretending to be serious enough, but his shoulders trembled because he laughed too much, and he couldn't hide it from others.

"What text?" Ye Chen, in order to hide his laughter, rushed over as soon as possible, and saw a piece of traditional Chinese characters on the mural.

The sound of firecrackers is old,

Plum blossom dots to report the New Year.

Thousands of households Hitomi day,

Always exchange the new peach for the old one.

"This is ......" Ye Chen's expression was strange, he didn't know this kind of word, traditional Chinese characters, as long as it wasn't too difficult, the rest, every archaeologist basically knew what it meant, just ...... It's just that the content of this text surprised him so much that he was so surprised that Ye Chen didn't even forget what he was coming over for, and he didn't even laugh snickering.

Clear-eyed people can see at a glance that this is a poem written on the mural in traditional Chinese characters, and the ink color does not fade after thousands of years, in fact, not only the ink color of this poem is so, but the surrounding murals are also the same, after thousands of years of history, the color is still bright as ever, but the archaeological team members did not notice it for a while.

"The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, the plum blossoms report the new year, and thousands of households always exchange the new peach for the old one!" Ye Chen read the above content word for word, and the further back he went, the more strange his expression became, this was actually a poem, and it was such a poem.

For a moment, Ye Chen felt that the whole world was mysterious, his entire worldview almost collapsed, those things that were pit dads before, now it seems that they are not pit dads at all, and now this matter is called pit dad, Ni Coal, are you sure that this poem should be written here instead of being treated as a couplet?

He Yuxi is a student of ancient characters, and at the first glance of seeing these traditional characters, she knew what these traditional characters were trying to express, so she felt very strange that poems like this should not appear here at all.

This poem is known to almost everyone, but if it appears here, it seems very strange, it is not ordinary strange at all.

After hearing He Yuxi's words, Professor Liu also ran over to take a look, and the moment he saw this poem, he was stunned, and only one thought echoed in his mind, the world was going to be chaotic.

If, according to what the old village chief said, that ancient village appeared 3,000 years ago, and Professor Liu, who is an archaeologist, is also convinced that the village has a history of thousands of years, as an archaeologist, if he can't even tell the year, what kind of archaeologist is he, and it doesn't take much to judge the year of these things.

On the ancient altar, there are five words left by predecessors, so that Professor Liu understands to be careful of the villagers here, and makes an inference from this, these villagers are the tomb keepers, then, the building in front of him has a history of at least 3,000 years, and the time when this poem first appeared, how much history there is, Professor Liu, as an archaeologist, still remembers some things in this regard.

Just remembering, Professor Liu felt that the whole world was messed up, because in terms of year, no matter how you calculate it, the history of this tomb is earlier than the history of this poem, and it is not just a star and a half, nearly a few centuries.

For a moment, Professor Liu's whole body was messy in the wind, and it took a long time before he wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, this was the second time he had encountered this kind of thing, but Professor Liu still felt extremely frightened.

Because every time he encounters it, his worldview is broken once, and it is really not very pleasant to see that in his memory, not only himself is like this, but also the phenomenon that is deeply ingrained in the minds of many people.