"Boom-"

There was a loud bang, dust flew, and the entire ancient tomb collapsed, and the originally uplifted mound fell straight down in an instant, and the shrubs and grass on the mound fell from side to side, and stones rolled down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Meng Hao sat on the ground with his buttocks, looking at the terrain in front of him that flattened instantly, and smiled bitterly, that female ghost was too fierce, and she wanted to die together if she didn't agree with her, she was just a wandering spirit, making such a big move, I was afraid that she was also using some desperate means.

Liu Panxi ran over and said with a concerned face: "Meng Hao, do you have something?" ”

Meng Hao shook his head and said, "I'm fine, everyone is okay, right?" ”

Everyone was a little embarrassed, Zhou Caiming was hit by a stone on his head a few times, fortunately, the stones were not big, only a slight injury, swollen a few bags, and there was a wound two or three centimeters long on the left cheek, which was not deep, and some blood was shed, and it had begun to dry up.

Mi Jingdan was pale and disgraced, but she was not injured, after all, she was a policeman and was agile.

Liu Panxi's hair was scattered on his forehead, with some grass clippings and dirt sticking on it, and a little skin on his right cheek was scratched, which was a little red and swollen.

Although Meng Hao walked in the rear, he was in the best condition, there was no slight injury at all, he stood up and jumped, shook off the dust on his body, and basically there was no problem.

Looking down at the things in his hand, it was an old roll of cloth, which seemed to be an ancient painting, and it seemed to be relatively well preserved, which surprised Meng Hao's heart, which was an unexpected gain.

This is an ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty, a picture scroll of the Ming Dynasty, which should be able to sell for some money.

And in his trouser pocket, there is also a gold ingot, which is estimated to weigh more than a catty, even if it is a little oxidized, it must be worth a lot of money.

Now is not the time to study the picture scroll and the gold ingot, Meng Hao opened the yin and yang eyes, carefully observed the ancient tomb that had collapsed, and found nothing abnormal, and the cold aura here was obviously weakened a lot.

"The collapse of the ancient tomb has caused damage to the geographical environment here, the feng shui has changed, and the yin energy will also be emitted, I don't know what happened to the female ghost." Meng Hao secretly pondered in her heart, she had destroyed the ancient tomb and wedding clothes, and basically Zhou Caiming's matter had been completely resolved, and it was not in vain.

"Let's go." Meng Hao patted the dust on his hands and said.

Zhou Caiming asked in shock, "Master Meng, is this okay?" ”

Meng Hao nodded and said: "It's okay, you go back and recuperate for a few days, bask in the sun more, I also told Sister Mi about the situation in the house, adjust it, and there will be no sequelae." ”

Zhou Caiming exhaled a long breath and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master Meng, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do!" ”

Mi Jingdan had red eyes and choked up: "Meng Hao, thank you, I ......"

She was so emotional that she couldn't go on.

Liu Panxi patted her on the back and comforted: "Sister Mi, the matter has passed. ”

got into the car, Liu Panxi started the car and drove to the city, Zhou Caiming and Mi Jingdan hugged each other in the back seat, because of a small joke, the two were so frightened, but it made the relationship between the two a little stronger.

After this incident, Zhou Caiming really saw the legendary ghosts, understood that some legends were not fake, and felt a little more awe in his heart.

Originally, Meng Hao asked Liu Panxi to send him back to the vicinity of the school, but Zhou Caiming and Mi Jingdan said that they would invite him to dinner, and Meng Hao was very warm. The group found a restaurant near the school and ordered a private room for dinner.

During the meal, Mi Jingdan asked what the result of the female ghost would be, and whether she would run out to harm other people. Meng Hao couldn't answer this question, after all, what happened to the female ghost in the end, he didn't see it. As for whether it will harm others, in fact, it is not up to her, but whether anyone will provoke her.

After this incident, if she is okay, maybe a big change will occur, then there is no way to know.

"It's over, don't think about it anymore, there are too many things in this world that we don't know, as long as we are in awe, don't deceive the dark room, and stick to our hearts, I don't think there will be any big problems."

After eating, under the gratitude of Zhou Caiming and Mi Jingdan, Meng Hao left first, he did not immediately go back to the dormitory, but found a nearby hotel to open an hourly room to rest, after all, gold ingots and painting scrolls are not suitable to take back for study.

Meng Hao plans to rent a house near the school as soon as possible, so that he will have an independent private space, otherwise it will always be inconvenient to be in the school dormitory.

Closing the door, Meng Hao took out the gold ingots first, it was about a catty, and the color was dark yellow due to oxidation.

"This thing is real gold, there shouldn't have been so many knockoffs in ancient times." Meng Hao took out his mobile phone and searched for the gold ingots of the Ming Dynasty, and found that there was no such officially cast gold ingots in the Ming Dynasty, so this one should be the gold ingots that the tomb owner cast for collection before his death.

The fineness and weight of this thing can only be tested by a gold store another day, and of course Meng Hao will not collect it, so it will be sold at a reasonable price after figuring it out.

According to the current gold price, even if this gold ingot is discounted and weighs a catty, then it will be sold for at least 100,000 yuan, which is a lot of windfall.

"It's easy to do things when you have money." Meng Hao sighed, put away the gold ingots, and then took out the picture scroll, put it on the bed and carefully unfolded it.

The scroll is about one meter long and 80 centimeters wide, and the material is a bit like some kind of cloth, which is very soft and warm to the touch.

This is a landscape figure painting, with mountains and flowing water, small bridges, village smoke, farmers and fishermen, and even a bustling street market.

Such a small picture scroll, with so many things on it, seems a little crowded, although the figures and animals are lifelike, but the pattern of the painting is too crowded to seem problematic.

"This painting shouldn't be a masterpiece, although I don't know how to paint, but such a full picture should not come from the hands of a famous artist." Meng Hao was slightly disappointed, if it was just an ordinary painting, the value would be greatly reduced.

Meng Hao looked for it over and over again, but there was nothing on the inscription, which made him even more disappointed. This painting may have been painted by the owner of the tomb himself.

"It's a pity that such a good painter." Meng Hao sighed, carefully looked at the characters in the street market above the painting, one by one lifelike, looking closely, as if presenting the scene of a bustling street in ancient times in front of him, the artist, the fortune-telling, begging, loitering, running, the children crying, the vendors shouting, the scoundrels fighting, all kinds of things, meticulous.

The more Meng Hao looked at it, the more interesting he felt, and his mind involuntarily focused on the scroll, the characters on the painting were too small and too thin to be seen clearly if he was not careful.

By the river next to the market, a white-bearded angler sits cross-legged, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and his beard under his chin seems to flutter in the wind.

"Hmm-" Meng Hao suddenly shook his body, reached out and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked carefully into the eyes of the whitebearded fisherman with wide eyes.

Just now, Meng Hao seemed to see the fishing man wink at him a few times, it was so real, it was definitely not a dazzling illusion.

At the same time, a hint of pale yellow luster faintly appeared on the scroll, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of the white-bearded fisherman's mouth.