The driver's soul was almost frightened away by the coffin that fell from the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Fortunately, it was only smashed in the front of the car, and fortunately, the brakes were activated just now because of this incident. Otherwise, at normal speed, the coffin just smashed on the roof of the car!

Because the road ahead was blocked by a smashed coffin, the driver got out of the car and called for help, except for the man in the baseball cap and the woman with the baby in her arms, who were still sitting in the car, and the other passengers got out of the car. After all, it's also dangerous in the car.

"There are dead people!" As soon as some passengers saw the coffin, they shouted.

Then he was ridiculed by everyone. The coffin is a coffin, but there is almost nothing inside. It seems that this coffin is quite old, and the bones have been weathered.

The driver refuted the advice made by some passengers, and although the car was blocked, it was still necessary to notify the township and let a professional come and clean it up. On the one hand, this kind of coffin is a local cultural relic, although it has been broken, it still has research value. Second, things about dead people always carry such a name, and it is also troublesome to mess with an unclean upper body.

So at this time, everyone can only wait for the township to send experts to dispose of the coffin that fell from the sky.

"Isn't it thrilling?" After telling Zeng Yifan the whole story, Wang Hao patted his chest and said in fear.

Just imagine, if it weren't for this accident in the car, the chubby man suspected that he had lost his wallet, the baseball cap man suddenly injured him, and the passengers rioted, the driver would not have clicked the brakes, and if he didn't click the brakes, the coffin falling on the rock wall might have smashed directly into the car, killing people and even smashing the car over and rolling off the cliff. Thinking about it this way, it is impossible to stand here and talk to others now, one link after another, and no matter what is missing.

And the chubby man who provoked trouble and had his face cut off had stopped the bleeding with a handkerchief at the moment, and the scars on his face were also very shallow, and it was estimated that there would be no traces after the scars fell off. So he patted his chest secretly, if it weren't for this, it would be the result of overturning and dying, which is really a blessing in disguise!

The three of them did lament that the accident came by chance, and they saved a carload of people.

At this time, there was some noise in front, and it seemed that there were people, and there were ...... Donkey.

Looking at the middle-aged man behind him, who was already sitting on the donkey cart and began to smoke dry tobacco, Zeng Yifan understood. If you want to come to this Banzhu Township, the main means of transportation is the donkey cart, and even if there is an accident, the business vehicle sent by the township is also a donkey cart.

Sure enough, in front of the bus, two township cadres drove a donkey cart and had arrived at the scene of the accident.

One of them got out of the donkey cart, first holding a single-lens reflex camera, and kept taking pictures of the broken coffin from all angles, at least dozens of photos. He quickly put on his white gloves and began to carry the pieces of wood piece by piece to a large box on the donkey cart.

These are the best golden silk nanmu that have been around for quite a long time. Compared with the copper coffins that can be seen everywhere, in Banzhu Township, the golden silk nanmu coffin is still relatively rare.

"Teacher?!" Zhang Mengmeng shouted.

The man who was concentrating on picking up broken pieces of wood, that is, the teacher in Zhang Mengmeng's mouth, 30-year-old Han Li, raised his face that was a little red from the wind, and instantly smiled into a flower: "Zhang Mengmeng, you are here so soon!" ”

"These ......"

"Come, help together, this coffin has a history of tens of thousands of years, this kind of wood, exposed to the wind and sun, can be preserved so intact until now, it's really unbearable." The man excitedly took out another pair of gloves from his arms and handed them to Zhang Mengmeng, and continued to bury his head in the work.

At this time, Zeng Yifan also walked up, poked the stunned Zhang Mengmeng, and asked about the situation with his eyes.

"Hmm...... This one...... It's my mentor, Professor Han Li......" Zhang Mengmeng felt a little embarrassed. Zeng Yifan seemed to have some opinions about Han Li before he came, and secondly, this teacher was full of coffins, and it was not easy to introduce.

"Hey, don't come here!" Han Li suddenly shouted.

As soon as Zeng Yifan raised his foot, he was stopped by drinking.

At this time, Zhao Dapeng also walked over with his backpack with a piece of wooden lumps, and saw that this guy with white gloves was a pretending to be a god-like person, and said angrily: "Why are you so fierce? Isn't it just a few pieces of wood, which were touched long before you came? As he spoke, he really raised his foot and kicked a piece of wood next to his feet.

This move was like moving Han Li's beloved, and he had almost raised his fist and swung it in front of Zhao Dapeng, so that Zhao Dapeng was defenseless and had to lift the backpack hanging on his chest to block it.

Han Li's fist stopped when it reached the backpack, and his originally angry face became solemn at this moment: "Did you stuff the cultural relics into your bag without permission?!" ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and snatched the backpack.

"You're spewing blood! Robbers don't make excuses! Zhao Dapeng took a step back and hugged his backpack tightly. The cadres in this township are a bit barbaric, they beat people at every turn, and they have to rob things at every turn. At worst, it is also a place of the rule of law, even if it is a place where ethnic minorities gather.

"I'm a robber? You're the thief! What do you say is in your bag? Yin Qi is so heavy! Han Li is also more energetic.

He has looked at the cultural relics for so many years, and there are no less than hundreds of large and small tombs, although he has not obtained any true transmission of feng shui secret techniques, but just by seeing more and contacting more, his sense of air flow is stronger than that of ordinary people.

Not to mention that it was just a bag, he was in Banzhu Township half an hour ago, and he felt that something was wrong here. Therefore, he can be sure that this fat man's backpack contains cultural relics. Moreover, the age is not yet close.

"Roar, do you have a dog nose? You see that I look so upright, can I be a thief? However, Zhao Dapeng is also reluctant to show the contents of the bag casually, and it is also quite embarrassing for people to know that they are carrying a wooden lump with him.

"My nose is much smarter than a dog's!" Not to be outdone, Hanri was not to be outdone.

"Oh oh, then I have nothing to say, it's really rare to see a human nose with a dog's nose." Zhao Dapeng scoffed.

Han Li was so excited by the words of this fat man that suddenly appeared that he was angry, and he almost wanted to fight, and suddenly heard someone express his opinion on this coffin.

"Although the material of this coffin is indeed golden silk nanmu, it will not exceed two thousand years, how can it be said that it is tens of thousands of years?"

Well?

Han Li looked up, wasn't it the man who tried to come over at the beginning? From the very beginning, I thought that this guy was here to find fault, and yes, this fat man was obviously also his helper.

"Yifan." Zhang Mengmeng pushed Zeng Yifan, although Han Li is young, he is still relatively prestigious in the archaeological community, he judged that this coffin is tens of thousands of years old, and it is basically the same. Although Zeng Yifan is proficient in the art of feng shui, this is completely different from archaeology.