Because Wen Junzhi took out an incense burner, a very large incense burner, the size of a one-year-old child, made of gold, the shape of the incense burner is very similar to the Middle East-style attic, with a very beautiful dome, the dome has a spire above, and there is a carved base below, and in the dome is a special place to light spices.

This is an ancient Persian incense burner.

To everyone's surprise, how could such a big thing be hidden in Wen Junzhi's arms, is this really a treasure given by the gods?

The miners were already convinced, and only the mercenaries wondered if it was a trick played by Wen Junzhi.

But soon they retracted the idea.

How can this be magic?

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Wen Junzhi put the incense burner on the ground and opened the lid, there were still some ancient spices in it, even after so many years, these spices still exuded a faint fragrance.

Wen Junzhi stretched out his hand to Mike and said, "Borrow a fire."

As Mike was putting his hand into his clothes and getting the lighter, he saw Bai Zhou pinch a trick and point it into the incense burner, and a string of flames burst out of the incense burner.

Wen Junzhi: "......"

Crowd: "......"

Not necessarily.

Wen Junzhi extinguished the flame in the incense burner, and then closed the lid, from the lid of the carved flowers, overflowed a wisp of green smoke, everyone smelled a faint fragrance, the fragrance is very weird, a moment like a flower, a while like the fragrance of grass and trees, a while like the fragrance of fruits.

Someone took two puffs and said, "The fragrance is good, but what's the use of this thing?"

"If you breathe this fragrance, will you not get sick and prolong your life?"

"Will it get smart?"

"Will the strength increase? Will you be brave?"

Wen Junzhi shook his head and said, "No."

Everyone looked puzzled, what was the use of this thing.

"It rains." Wen Jun stopped.

One of the locals said, "Mr. Wen, we have a rainy season and a dry season here, and now it's the dry season, how can it rain? Last year's dry season didn't rain a single drop......

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "pop" and something landed on the tip of his nose.

It's a drop of water!

When they looked up, they saw a cloud in the sky, and bean-sized raindrops poured down from the clouds.

And only this one is raining, not everywhere else.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it turned into a torrential downpour.

Everyone did not hide, but after a short period of shock, they showed excitement, and opened their arms to meet the heavy rain, and some even opened their mouths to drink the rain.

They cheered and danced in place.

They believed that the rain was a gift from the gods, and that drinking the rain would prevent all kinds of diseases, be as strong as oxen, and increase wisdom. Five

Mike's mercenaries also showed a shocked look, they often work in Africa, naturally they know the weather here, there is very little rain in the dry season, Wen Junzhi can't find a rainy day to deceive everyone.

At this time, Wen Junzhi used a metal spoon to flick the spices inside, covered the smoldering spices with cigarette ash, and the smoke disappeared.

And the clouds that suddenly appeared overhead disappeared at once, and the rain stopped suddenly, and the sky was cloudless and the weather was clear, if it weren't for the fact that the ground was still wet, they would have thought that it was just an illusion.

"It's really a fetish!" Everyone showed reverence, these locals really believed that Wen Junzhi and Bai Zhou had seen the gods.

They were also more convinced of Wen Junzhi.

At this time, no matter who comes to trouble the mine, they can fight each other.

Wen Junzhi put away the incense burner, let the miners go back to rest first, and then said to Mike, "Mike, I want to thank you, you and your team have protected the mine, without you, I'm afraid they won't be able to wait for us to come back."

Mike said, "Mr. Wen, you gave the money. Since we have received the money, we naturally have to be worthy of this commission."

"But I still want to thank you." Wen Jun stopped, "So I would like to share with you the treasures I brought back from the mountains."

As he spoke, he pulled out a scimitar.

The knife came from ancient Arabia, and even after all these years, the blade is still extremely sharp, and the scabbard and handle are made of gold, and there are various gems set on it.

Mike and the mercenaries behind him all widened their eyes.

"It's ......"

"This is also a treasure given to me by the god in the mountains." Wen Jun stopped, "Take it with you and use it as a weapon, it can save your life at a critical moment."

Mike and the mercenaries looked surprised.

"Mr. Wen, do you really want to give me this knife?" He couldn't seem to believe it.

Not to mention that this knife looks like an antique, even if it is not an antique, the handle and scabbard made of gold are worth a lot of money, at least two or three catties, these gems and pearls inlaid on it are of high purity, and the color is also very beautiful, they have also taken over the task of escorting jewelry for others, and they also have an understanding of jewelry.