When the black-faced man saw Li Guanghan saying that he was leaving, where could he give up this beaky fat duck and run away. He lowered his face and clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said coldly, "If you look at anything else, there will always be something you can see", but his body language was clear that he wanted to leave the village without leaving the money to buy the road.

Li Guanghan, Lao Xu, and "Chen Aili" glanced at each other, and felt that there was no other way for the time being, so they had to say to the black-faced man: "We came here thousands of miles away, not to buy fakes, didn't you say that there are good things that have just been unearthed in this tomb within a radius of 20 miles?" You are the 'pot supporter' again, and you take us to the field for investigation. If there's something fresh and we'll ask for it right away, how about that? ”

Li Guanghan was suffering from the fact that the big jeep couldn't get out of the village, and if he was really taken to the ancient tomb to dig up the site, it would be easy to do, and he could beat those tomb robbers down in minutes.

The black-faced man should have had insight into Li Guanghan's intentions, and his eyes were fixed on the three "cultural relics smugglers" in front of him, calculating the ratio of risk and benefit in his mind. He pondered for a while, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I'll take you to see it." "It seems that after a fierce ideological struggle, a ruthless decision has been made. It is no wonder that grassroots tomb robbers like black-faced men are the closest people to the evidence of crime in this chain, and if they are not careful, they will lose both money and money, and they will sit in prison.

The black-faced man still kept a hand, and he didn't allow Lao Xu to drive a big jeep to go, on the grounds that there was no way, so he could only take their three-wheeled motorcycle. He called the young man who was following him just now and shouted at him, "You go to Lao Pang's dog first, and ask him to fix the motorcycle quickly, and we will come over immediately." ”

The black-faced man took Li Guanghan and the others to Lao Pang's repair shop again, and he scolded and scolded loudly urging Lao Pang to repair the motorcycle quickly. Lao Pang was still wearing the dirty old work clothes, squatting on the ground with an oily face to repair the axle of the motorcycle. The woman who was called by "Chen Aili" was full of sores on her face and bleeding with fishy pus and blood, and she was busy handing tools and parts next to her.

They looked at the black-faced man and Li Guanghan with expressionless faces, and continued to work silently. Li Guanghan found that this woman was very inferior because of the sores on her face, and when she saw a living person, she immediately covered her side face with her shawl long hair.

Under the impatient urging of the black-faced man, finally Lao Pang stood up slowly, his body was still shaking, he straightened his waist and said with relief, It's repaired. Lao Pang then asked: "Boss, my wife's medicine is finished, can you quickly fill in the road so that I can go to the town to buy some back?" ”

"Isn't it still dead? What's the hurry? You go out with us and bring your tools. In case the motorcycle breaks down, you have to fix it. The black-faced man was impatient again.

On the potholed dirt road, two dilapidated three-wheeled motorcycles pulled Lee Kwang Han and the others into the mountains. Li Guanghan and "Chen Aili", who were sitting on the three-wheeled motorcycle in front, were both remembering the road. They found that it was a different road from the one they had come from, and that they could also get out of the village, but without having to cross a small bridge that had been washed away by a mudslide. It's just that the road is dirt and bumpy, but it should be just wide enough for a large jeep to pass. Li Guanghan estimated that this road should be the path that the pickup truck in the warehouse was expected to take. But the dirt road leads to no one, and there is no cell phone signal. The group soon became really "disgraced".

After a while, the black-faced man drove down the dirt road on the three-wheeled motorcycle in front of him and into the weeds. On the three-wheeled motorcycle behind sat the young man, Lao Pang and Lao Xu, who also followed and turned down the dirt road.

The dense weeds that grew wildly in summer kept pounced on "Chen Aili's" face, as if there were mosquitoes and flies, making her sneeze incessantly, and she felt that the exposed skin on her face and arms was itchy.

After about twenty minutes of driving in the weeds, suddenly, several dilapidated shacks appeared in front of Li Guanghan's eyes.

"Here we are." The black-faced man turned over and got out of the car and turned off the engine. He stooped into a shack, and poked his head out to say that it was from the hole.

Li Guanghan and the others pretended to go into the shack and leaned in, they actually wanted to know how many tomb robbers there were.

At the beckoning of the black-faced man, three stinking black tomb robbers came out of the ground one after another, carrying sacks of burlap on their shoulders. Li Guanghan saw that they were all small and flexible models, and it should be easy to deal with them by himself. But even if he subdued the black-faced man, how could he go back to the village to get the big jeep?

The black-faced man proudly pointed to the mountains in the distance and said, "This place has been a treasure land of feng shui and a dragon's lair for generations. Why? You see, this is the standard 'pedal river, back to the mountain', pillow on the mountain and water, although this water is now a dry ancient river, but in ancient times it was a big river. This towering mountain peak is called the Dragon Tower, and this majestic and flat mountain ridge is the treasure hall. The Dragon Tower Treasure Hall together is an ancient tomb with luxurious funerary goods. The black-faced man knew that the more mysterious he said, the more he would convince the buyer of the truth.

A tomb robber opened his stinking burlap bag in front of everyone, and a camel figurine wrapped in a cotton bag appeared in front of everyone. The black-faced man pretended to be surprised and said, "Okay, there's a harvest." This is a rare Tang Sancai camel figurine! It has been buried for thousands of years in this necessary place of the Silk Road. Look at this painting, modeling, do you smell it again? After saying that, she hugged the camel figurines in front of Li Guanghan and them, and Chen Aili was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit.

The black-faced man continued to salivate to introduce the tomb, and Li Guanghan inadvertently glanced at the repairman Lao Pang pouting and gently "humming".

The black-faced man picked up the second bronze mirror that had just been unearthed and held it in front of Li Guanghan to show off. Li Guanghan pretended to listen carefully, and knocked on it, listening to the sound. He wanted to end it quickly, so he asked with a smile: "Boss, can you make a price?" ”

The black-faced man didn't expect Li Guanghan to go straight to the point so quickly, and suddenly felt that it was right to bring them out and see it was believing. He told the young man to take Lao Pang and the three tomb robbers away for some distance. Then he stretched out five fingers and flipped heads and tails four times.

"How much, exactly? Let's be honest. Lee Kwang-han asked.

"Two hundred thousand, take both treasures. You can also take a few pieces of the four gods of the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger of the Han Dynasty by the way, and you will definitely make a profit. The black-faced man affirmed.

"But we didn't bring that much cash, so could it be cheaper. We are also newbies. Li Guanghan said with a smile.