Fan Bin was at a loss, the whole room was silent, everyone stared at Fan Bin and waited for him to tell the truth.

"I said, as long as I can save Linlin, I will say anything, but you must not call the police, never call the police. Fan Bin looked at everyone with tears in his eyes.

After more than 1 hour of narration, Wen Jia probably understood what happened, Fan Bin was not a professional tomb robber, just an architect engaged in civil engineering. He usually likes to drink and chat with friends, but his favorite thing is to speculate in stocks, and he has also made a lot of money in the stock market, but because of the epidemic, he lost a mess, and he doesn't want his wife to be angry, after all, the money he spends on stocks is all the savings of the family.

On a drunken night, he undoubtedly saw the news that a large number of Tang Dynasty funeral items were found on the riverbed, and remembered that when he was drinking, a friend said that there was a tomb in his hometown of Changyu County, although the county did protection, but it has not been excavated, and over time everyone thought it was a deserted grave, no one paid attention to it and no one cared about it, and almost no one went. So he pulled the friend and promised to pay the friend 50,000 yuan regardless of whether he found something or not. When you dig something, everyone will share the benefits equally.

Outcome...... Hehe...... dug out this one thing, so he asked Fan Bin to take it and find someone to sell it.

"Where is Changyu County?" Wen Jia hadn't heard of this place, so he took out his mobile phone and prepared to check the map, this check doesn't matter, it takes 7 hours to take the high-speed train first, and then 3 hours to get there: "This is too far, right?" Wen Jia looked at Fan Bin.

"Once there, it's a three-hour drive up the mountain, and then a one-hour hike. Fan Bin continued.

"The surname Fan has harmed my Sister Shen like this, you hurry up and send this thing back. Wen Jia said to Fan Bin with an unhappy face.

"Cousin, no, now that guy is already inside Sister Lin, we have to go together, separate him, and introduce him into the body of the coffin. "Long'er knew that Wen Jia was too far away and didn't want to go.

"Ah, can't you lead it to this wine chain?" Wen Jia looked surprised.

"No, in fact, this thing is not attached to the wine clay at all, the wine clay is just a medium, he is attached to Fan Bin, but Fan Bin is prosperous and has been suppressing his spirit, and then I met Sister Lin, Sister Lin should have also been in contact with this wine twink, so he went to Sister Lin. After Long Er finished speaking, Wen Jia felt so tired, so tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

"Then that, let's go!" Wen Jia is not without physical strength, he is lazy, and he doesn't want to do what he can do by himself, Long'er, Red Sleeves knows the same in his heart.

Three days later......

"Ding Dong!"

"Who?"

"Express!"

"Ding Dong!"

"Who?"

"Courier, please sign. ”

"Ding Dong!"

"Who?"

"Express!"

"Wen Jia, you come down for me!" Long Er shouted impatiently.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jia asked curiously.

"What kind of mess are you buying here?" asked Long Er angrily.

"Something? come on, come on, quick, take it apart. Wen Jia jumped directly from the second floor, sat on the sofa and began to dismantle.

Red Sleeves came out of the room and looked at more than a dozen large and small boxes, and asked curiously, "Who bought this?" ”

"Wen Jia bought these two goods. Long Er sat on the sofa next to him angrily.

"Come on, come on, touch the gold school captain must touch the gold talisman, I heard that it has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and one person carries it with it. It is sold for 49 yuan alone, and three are 150 yuan, which has been opened. After saying that, Wen Jia set one for herself and threw one to Long'er!

Red Sleeves suddenly laughed: "Little brother, do you ward off evil spirits?"

"That's right, the owner of Taobao.com, has thousands of monthly sales. Wen Jia said that he was about to open another box, and suddenly heard a sound of breaking wind getting closer and closer to him, and Wen Jia immediately looked at the flying rolling pin. Just a foot away, the rolling pin stopped in the air, and then Wen Jia looked down and saw that the rolling pin had fallen to the ground.

"Sister Red Sleeves, you, you, what are you doing?" Wen Jia said unhappily.

"What am I doing? Ward off evil spirits? Long'er and I are both demons, who do you avoid? I am half a Taoist priest, and you believe it when people say that it is light? And this small object like a cat's claw, you tell me that it is a golden talisman?! Are you stupid?" Red Sleeves walked up to Wen Jia and slapped Wen Jia on the head.

"Like, yes. Then I'll give him a retreat!" Wen Jia rubbed his head, and took off the so-called gold touch talisman from his neck and threw it aside.

"Why did you buy this rope?" asked Long Er, holding a bundle of rope.

"It's for going down to the grave, this climbing rope is a brand used by the national mountaineering team. Sturdy!"

"You seem to have jumped from the second floor, right?"

"Well, it looks like it jumped off. Wen Jia replied awkwardly.

"What is this?"

"Wolf tooth flashlight. ”

"Where's this?"

"Headlamp. ”

"Where's this?"

"Windproof lighter. ”

"Where's the candle?"

"The southeast corner of the tomb is robbed, and the rooster cries and the lights are extinguished. ”

"Senior brother. You're sending ghosts, not robbing tombs!"

"Then I'm not afraid that we will send it back, the lights go out means that it doesn't want to go. Wen Jia said aggrievedly.

"I don't want to leave, are you going to bring it back?"

Two days later, at the gate of the station, Fan Bin looked at the three people in front of him, Long Er, and one of them with red sleeves carrying a hiking bag, a change of clothes, and his own cosmetics.

Wen Jia has a headscarf wrapped around her head, a mountaineering rope on her body, a cool-looking belt tied around her waist, and more than a dozen mountaineering safety locks on her belt, a leather coat, coarse cloth jeans, and hiking boots. Fingerless abrasion gloves on his hands.

"Mr. Wen, what do you want to ......," Fan Bin asked curiously.

"Aren't we going to the tomb?" After speaking, Wen Jia took the lead in entering the station, and Long'er, with red sleeves, and Fan Bin followed behind from a distance with Shen Lin.

"Whose bag is this?" shouted the security officer, pointing to a faux cowhide backpack.

"Mine. It's mine. Wen Jia hurriedly agreed.

"Yours is amazing! Take out the shovel and dagger in your bag, as well as the engine oil and the knife!"