Because of the constraints of the conditions, it is very intriguing that these Germans appeared here in such an era, and looking at the appearance of these people now, there must be a certain purpose for coming here, as for what it is, we still don't know.

"Look for these people's backpacks and see if there are any Chinese guides, these Germans are not familiar with the place, they should catch a local guide, and there are translators and the like, I hope they are not buried in those rubble." I looked at the people underground, and there was a flashlight shining at the pile of rubble.

Everyone began to rummage through the ranks of the backpacks, most of the equipment and materials in it have almost rotted, even the confetti has been gnawed clean by the rats in the ancient tomb, and the clothes are not gnawed out of a big hole, of course, it may also be those tusked frogs, after all, I think in this, the rats may just be those tusked frog food, after all, the rats are too strong in their own reproductive ability and adaptability, and they are not picky eaters and basically eat everything, they belong to the kind of food that eats soil, It's a metamorphosis that can grow up, so nature is also a delicacy for many species.

In fact, there are many places in the south that like to roast voles to eat.

"There it is! There's a notebook here! "Just when we were at a loss, Mu Leng was the first to notice something, and began to shout loudly.

Everyone walked towards Mu Leng, and saw that Mu Leng was holding a canvas bag in his hand, which seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cowhide, and at the place where the cowhide opened, he saw the end of the notebook, and he felt that it was very well preserved.

I was a little puzzled, to be reasonable, cowhide is a thing, although it is very durable, but it can't escape the mouth of a mouse or something, I reached out and took the notebook from the wooden flute.

I patted the dust on it, and found that something was not quite right, and a very strange smell came out, in this environment full of corpse decay, it felt like it was a strange smell, I was worried about being poisonous, so I called Gamba over, looked at him and said, "Is this smell poisonous?" ”

When Gampa heard this, he leaned his nose and sniffed it gently, then frowned again, and then he held his chin and began to ponder.

I wasn't in a hurry, so I waited patiently, and after a few breaths, I saw Gamba's expression condensed, so I squatted down directly, and began to churn in the backpack where the wooden flute turned out the notebook, as if he was looking for something to confirm his own conjecture.

I still don't know, so I waited for Gampa with my notebook, this Tibetan brother is very cautious in doing things, after all, he is a doctor, and he is responsible for his words and actions.

In a few moments, Gamba pulled out a piece of wood from the broken bag, but when all of us saw this piece of wood, which was only the length of a palm and the thickness of a forearm, we were all obviously surprised, it stands to reason that once the wood is cut, because it loses the supply of water and nutrients, it will soon be dried and turned into dead wood.

But the piece of wood in Gamba's hand seems to have just been cut from the tree, if we are not in the ancient tomb, not in such an atmosphere, this wood is really nothing to look at, all over the forest, but when you think of the time that this wood has experienced, it is completely two concepts, absolutely extraordinary.

The moment Gamba took out the wood, the smell became even stronger, and I realized that the smell was not from the notebook in my hand, but from the piece of wood in Gamba's hand.

I saw Gamba's hand holding the wood, but now he was a little trembling, and he could see that Gamba, who had a calm and withdrawn personality, was very excited in his heart at this time, which broke Gamba's heart and made Gamba unable to control his emotions at all.

"Good boy, the fat man has seen it...... This wood has been in here for a hundred years, why does it feel more damn tender than the fat man. "Fat man's stalk, few of us here should understand it.

I also looked at the wood in Gamba's hand with some wonder and curiosity, so I asked, "What kind of wood is this, and why hasn't it dried up for so long?" ”

Gampa swallowed, but I remember that he had just drunk the water when he heard Gampa say in a not very fluent Mandarin: "Six Divine Wood ......"

"What?" I didn't understand much at once, so I asked with a frown.

"This is the real Six Dao Divine Wood, I just heard the Zen master talk about this kind of thing, and it is not the Dragon Descending Wood, and the Six Paths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, although it is very similar to the Dragon Descending Wood, itself has spirituality, but it is not a concept, the aura in the Six Dao Divine Wood, can not be dispersed for thousands of years, as long as the aura is not dispersed, the wood will not decay, put a piece of the Six Dao Divine Tree on the body, the evil thing will never dare to get close......" Gamba's speech was very slow, this time I understood some, it is in this wood, there is spirituality.

As soon as I thought of spirituality, I naturally thought of Princess Miaoyue, what kind of six-path divine wood should be a very good choice for her, as for how much this piece of wood is worth, I naturally don't care.

Looking at the wood in Gamba's hand, I couldn't help but be a little entangled, I could see that Gampa not only knew this piece of wood, it could be seen from his emotions, it seemed that he wanted this thing to be useful, Gamba, like Huayang, both believed in Buddhism, but Gamba was not a monk, and Huayang was also a wild monk, and he didn't take many precepts to heart.

So Gamba's excitement is naturally not the economic value of these six divine trees, but its own effect, although I didn't ask, Gamba didn't say, but from Gamba's eyes, I knew that he wanted this thing to be useful, and the effect was not small, very important.

Princess Miaoyue is not in a hurry, she has no other symptoms now, and I also got a few things that are not ordinary and put them in her room, so her problem is not big.

"Ninth Master ......"

Ganba opened his mouth, and handed me the six divine trees in his hand, but his expression was a little speechless, as if he wanted to say something to me, but with his temperament, he couldn't speak, and after shouting the ninth master, there was no follow-up.

No one stipulates how the artifacts in the tomb should be distributed, or who they belong to, but after entering the tomb, the rules are the rules, and they cannot be broken, which is set before the tomb.

I waved my hand at Gamba and said, "Needless to say, you can take it." ”

Gamba seemed a little unable to believe what I said, he was stunned for a moment, he naturally understood the value of this piece of wood, and looked at me with complicated eyes, I never like sensationalism, so he patted the notebook wrapped in cowhide in his hand, and then said: "Put it away, don't lose it." ”

At this time, Ganba also reacted, so he nodded hurriedly, in the fat man's painful eyes, lightning made the six divine trees in his hand disappear, the fat man also looked at me with a complicated look, I ignored him, and after blowing on the notebook again, I wanted to pull out the ballpoint pen stuck on it, but I didn't expect a little force, and suddenly the ballpoint pen clicked.

Broken......

(End of chapter)