"I don't care what we're discussing, let's get out of this ghost place first, how can I stay in this ghost place for a long time, the more uncomfortable I feel. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhang Meng said with a shudder.

I nodded: "Zhang Meng is right, I also feel a little weird, it's better to leave here as soon as possible to avoid any accidents." ”

As I said this, I unconsciously touched my jacket pocket, and I still had the yellow silk paper with "prophecy" painted in cinnabar. Although I don't want to admit that there is a so-called "prophecy" in the world, because it is completely contrary to normal natural logic and cognitive common sense, after all, the previous experience has confirmed that all the things predicted on this yellow silk paper have indeed come true, and the last picture of the prophecy is only three of the four of us, which makes me feel uneasy all the time, although Chubby and the others seem to be interested in the so-called "prophecy" on the surface I didn't believe it, and I didn't show such panic, but I knew that everyone was really worried about whether this last prophecy would really come true, and who the person who disappeared from the picture would be.

At this moment, I deeply understand what Su Ziwu felt before his death, sometimes, it is much better for people not to know some things than to know in advance.

"Leave?Brother Dong, Lao Meng, Lao Zhang, didn't you hear the old man Su Ziwu say before his death what he came to this Sun Mound for when he was young? Treasure! A treasure that a thousand camels can't finish for three days and three nights! This treasure is now in front of our eyes, and we left after a glance, is this worthy of ourselves? Thieves don't go empty, thieves don't go empty, Lao Zhang, do you say this is reasonable?" If it were just me, Zhang Meng, and Lao Zhang, maybe they would turn around and leave, who called there still an eventful little fat here. His addiction to fighting is back in it.

Lao Zhang hesitated for a moment and snorted his teeth: "Yes, although this place is quite evil, but after all, nothing has happened, and if there is a situation, it will be too late to improvise, I see." It's better to follow what Xiao Wang said, let's first explore whether there are dry goods in this place, hurry up, there shouldn't be anything wrong. ”

I know in my heart that Lao Zhang came with us this time, and there is no other purpose, because the market has not been good recently, and it is really difficult to buy and sell good goods without a little soil, so he is also here to fight. Xiaopang knew this very well, so he deliberately asked Lao Zhang's opinion.

In fact, Zhang Meng and I came to Sun Ancient City to find the corpse poison of the puppet ghost for me, in addition to looking for the corpse poison of the puppet ghost for me, there is also a main purpose, that is, like Lao Zhang, it is also to make the business a little better and take risks, and want to get some "dry goods" to bring back.

Seeing that we didn't object, Chubby said, "Just do it, don't be stunned." Hurry up and get the guy to work. As he spoke, he took out the sapper shovel. Three steps and two steps up to the small sand dune surrounded by black stones in front of him, began to dig down.

I shook my head, there is really no way to take the little fat, his addiction to fighting is upside down, and the city wall can't stop it. Zhang Meng and Lao Zhang and I also took out the sapper shovel, went up to the sand dune and dug up the sand with Xiaopang.

In the desert. Because of the conditions, it was not possible to build tombs, and coffins and funerary goods were usually buried directly in the sand, and many times, because the desert environment was very favorable for the preservation of corpses. Earlier, people did not even use coffins, but buried the corpses directly in the sand, so in the desert, there was no need to use a Luoyang shovel to explore the tomb first, but only to dig directly down like the Xieling Lux.

I heard Su Ziwu say that he came to the Sun Hill to look for treasures when he was young, and in the end only dug up some bones in the sand, it seems that this Sun Hill should be a cemetery, and the "sun" composed of those black stones seems to be just to identify the location of this cemetery. However, the scale of this cemetery is staggering, it takes advantage of the characteristics of potash ore and the change of temperature and humidity of the desert, and it is ingenious to create a mechanism that is incredible: who can have such a cemetery? What is the purpose of building such a cemetery in the desert? What is the relationship between the Sun Mound and the Ancient City of the Sun?

We struggled to dig in the sand, in fact, I didn't have much hope of finding the so-called treasure, I know that Chubby must be the same, some people explore the unknown **far more than others**, maybe what we are trying to dig up is not the treasure, but the answer buried under this sand dune.

I don't know why, but the further I dig, the stronger the feeling of "fear" becomes, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

After digging down for about two or three meters, my sapper shovel came across something.

"There's something like this," I crouched down to look at, trying to get it out of the sand.

"I've dug something here, too, and it looks like it's still a big guy. Chubby shouted excitedly on the side.

I looked over to Chubby, and saw that he had dug up some black sawdust and a large wooden plank that seemed to be the corner of a coffin.

"Let's see what I'm here first" I dug up something relatively small, and it was quickly dug up.

When everyone saw that I had dug it out, they all came over to see it, and it turned out to be a rectangular bottle-like thing.

"It's bronze," Chubby said, staring at the rectangular "bottle" in my hand.

Indeed, it appears to be made of bronze, and due to the dryness of the desert, this bronze "bottle" is very well preserved, with almost no patina, only slightly deformed.

"I don't know what age it is, but it seems that the years are indispensable, and it seems that this trip can really have some gains. Zhang Meng said excitedly.

Although Zhang Meng and I opened an antique shop, but not long after entering the industry, it can be said that we don't know anything about antique identification, although Xiaopang is a tomb robbery fan, but also influenced by his uncle Wang Fatzi, he has a certain understanding of antiques, but he is not a connoisseur, only Lao Zhang has been mixed in this antique industry for many years, and he should be regarded as an expert, therefore, I handed this thing to Lao Zhang, and asked him to see what period of things.

Lao Zhang took the "bottle" and looked at it carefully, for about half a minute, shook his head, and said: "The ornamentation on it is very strange, neither the common gluttonous pattern on the bronzes of the ancient period of the Central Plains, nor the back pattern similar to the Sanxingdui sacrificial bronzes, but a pattern like a star, which has not been seen on the ancient bronzes I know." ”

"Lao Zhang, do you mean that this thing is a modern fake?" Zhang Meng asked anxiously.

Lao Zhang shook his head: "You can't judge whether it is a modern thing just from the ornamentation, bronze is different from porcelain, and porcelain is mainly produced in the Central Plains." It is easy to break the dynasty from the shape, texture, firing process and painting style, but the bronze is different, most of the bronzes are the products of earlier antiquity, although the bronze raw materials and casting methods used by the civilizations around the Central Plains are derived from the Central Plains, but just like Sanxingdui, different civilizations have their own unique types and ornaments. Maybe it's the product of an unknown civilization. ”

"No matter what period he is, I don't think it's a vulgar thing to be buried here, not to mention that it is difficult for modern people to find this place, even if it is hard to find it, is it to bury such a thing as a token of love? Xiaopang snatched the "bottle" from Lao Zhang's hand and said while looking at it: "Well, this bottle still has a stopper, and there seems to be something in it." ”

Sure enough, this rectangular bronze "bottle" did have a stopper-like thing on it, and it looked as if it was made of some animal's fur.

"Oh, I see. This is a wine bottle from ancient times. Zhang Meng suddenly realized.

Lao Zhang shook his head: "The concept of 'bottle' has not yet been formed in ancient times, this is at most a vessel, and the wine in ancient times is not kept in sealed vessels. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's a bottle or not, I don't know what's in it, open it and see. Zhang Meng said. Everyone was also curious about the contents of this bottle-like vessel, and they all wanted to see what was inside.

Xiaopang couldn't wait for a long time, pulled off the fur stuffed on the utensils, and turned the "bottle" mouth down. Pour out the contents of the contents.

A puddle of thick, black liquid flowed to the ground and quickly seeped into the sand. At the same time, it emits a fishy and unpleasant smell.

"Damn, is this a night pot from ancient times?" said Chubby, throwing away the "bottle".

Zhang Meng laughed: "Fat guy, you also have today, maybe this is still the night pot of a girl in ancient times, you are a night pot for a girl, haha." ”

Xiaopang and Zhang Meng, the two living treasures, can't forget to joke with each other under any circumstances. After a couple of words, Chubby was worried about the "big guy" he dug up, and no longer talked to Zhang Meng about being stinky and poor, and beckoned us to help him dig that thing.

Sure enough, the thing that Chubby dug up was indeed a coffin. But the coffin was very rudimentary, more of a wooden box than a coffin, but we were taken aback when we took great pains to dig it out, because it was indeed very large, at least twice the size of an ordinary coffin.

If such a simple coffin was in the interior, it would have decayed into a puddle of mud long ago, but in such an arid place as the desert, it was quite intact.

We lifted the lid of the coffin, which looked like a wooden box, and looked inside hopefully, but to our disappointment, there was no treasure at all, no burial goods, just fossil-looking human skeletons.

"Grandma's, it seems that this place is the graveyard of some poor ghosts, and there is nothing of value at all. Chubby said disappointedly.

"Look at the number of skulls, there are at least five people in it, why are these people in a coffin? And the corpses have been preserved for a long time in the desert, but the skeletons of these corpses have been petrified, indicating that they are quite old, and I don't know who they are. I said.

"We're not here for archaeology, Dongzi, Xiaopang, Lao Zhang, this sand dune has also been dug up, and things have been seen, I think it should be withdrawn. Zhang Meng looked around nervously and said.

I also felt that inexplicable sense of "fear" was getting stronger and stronger, and I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Chubby turned around to pick up the bronze "bottle" that had just been thrown on the ground, ready to take it away.

At this moment, Zhang Meng suddenly exclaimed "ah" and said, "Little fatty, your ...... Your shadow!"

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"Look back again, the clouds cut off the way back, look back again, thorns, tonight there will be no more difficult old dreams, once with you dreams, who to tell in the future, look back, the back has gone away, look back, tears are hazy, leave your blessings, the cold night warms me, no matter how much pain and confusion I have to face tomorrow, once in the dark and dark repeatedly asked, only to know that plain and calm is the truest, and then look back suddenly like a dream, and then look back at my heart is still the same, only the endless long road with me ......"

The singing came to an abrupt end, and I woke up from my dream to find that I was lying in a place, a familiar room, a familiar curtains, a familiar scent, a familiar swaying shadow...... 305 Hospital! Why am I lying here? Where are Chubby, Zhang Meng, and Lao Zhang? I tried to think about it, thinking about what happened on the sand dunes. (To be continued.) )