The second-hand bookstore is located on the west side of Narrow Street.

The day was past midday, and warm sunlight was pouring into the store through the glass on the door frame.

Lu Gui sat at the bar, his eyes fell on a book, and he was silent. It was in stark contrast to the noisy old man beside him.

"I'm serious, go to the next anti-fraud app!" The old man was heartbroken.

This kid came to the store at nine o'clock, and he waited for three hours now.

So what about people?!

Look at the smile on the corner of his mouth......

Eighty percent was hooked by the little girl again, the old man recalled Fenghe's face yesterday, this grade of appearance, can't it be an enterprise-level pig killing plate?

Lu Gui didn't bother to pay attention to him, he had been in this noisy atmosphere for a long time, and he had already developed an attitude of not being surprised, but he didn't know what happened to Xiao He.

He glanced at his phone at the bar, but it still didn't move.

The old man continued to bitterly speak, "A woman's mouth, a deceitful ghost. Zhang Wuji's mother said that the more good-looking a woman is, the more she can deceive people."

Even his little granddaughter fell into this bad habit and promised not to come back to see him for months.

It's all brought by these pretty little girls!

It's really the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient.

The old man was shaking his head, only to hear the bell at the door being driven by a gust of wind and tinkling to the ground.

The delicate girl's face was crimson, "I'm sorry, I overslept!"

"Where's the diary?" The old man crossed his hands on his waist, and his eyebrows were cold.

"Here." She hurriedly took the diary out of her bag.

Bai Ning, who Feng He was carrying today, brought the bag, and the huge OE made her body even more petite.

The old man was about to pick it up, but was preempted by a hand.

Lu Gui looked at him coldly, and took the diary from the top of his head lightly.

"Hmph, don't let me check it for you." The old man's face froze, then he turned around and went upstairs with a scolding scolding.

Feng He looked at his back blankly, a little puzzled, does this person not like himself?

"Don't care, Lao Feng has been alone for a long time, his granddaughter hasn't come back to see him for a long time, and now he doesn't have a good face for the little girl." Lu Gyu noticed her confused expression.

He put the diary back in his bag and casually asked, "Why don't you send a message?"

"Well, I forgot to recharge." Feng He whispered.

Last night, she was thinking about the connection between several things, and for some reason she settled down, as if she had slept in a daze, and reacted that it was already three poles in the sun.

The jade cong actually flew away from her palm and hung quietly in front of her, responding to something with the clay pot, and there must be some clues contained in it.

If it weren't for the diary, she would have continued to understand.

But after all, there is an appointment in advance.

So Feng He only freshened up a little and changed clothes, only to remember that the mobile phone was forgotten to charge, fortunately, the bookstore was very close to Qi An's house, so she came out directly.

"Next time, remember to charge it before you go to bed." Lu Gui admonished.

"Uh-huh, okay." Feng He nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Seeing her like this, for no reason, Lu Gui suddenly felt that his values had collapsed a little.

If it were someone else, he would be very angry, but at the moment he only felt that although this girl was a little reckless, she was still cute.

She wore a blue dress today, her black hair was scattered on her soft shoulders, and under her spring-like breasts, her waist was slender, and her hips were elegant.

It's still beautiful.

Unlike before, there is a turquoise ornament hanging on the snow-white neck, which doesn't look very compatible with this skirt, and it is natural with her own temperament.

"This is ......" Lu Gui distinguished, "Yucong? So small?"

"Ah, you say this, yes."

Hearing this, Feng He glanced down, and before going out, she pulled a silk thread as a rope, feeling that since the clay pot was left in Qi An's place, it was more secure for this thing to be circled on her body, "Is it small?"

She doesn't know much about this jade cong, only that there are clouds in "Zhou Li", and jade cong and Yubi, Yugui, Yuzhang, Yuhuang, and Yuhu are called "six instruments".

The etiquette is no different from what Qi An said.

"Well, the average one is about ten centimeters high, and the smaller ones are five or six centimeters mostly, and the king of jade cong unearthed from the Liangzhu culture is about fifty centimeters high."

Lu Gui said as he roughly gestured.

Feng He looked at the size of his hand, and thought that this jade cong was only about two centimeters long and one centimeter in diameter. It's a little smaller, but the artifact is an artifact after all, and it's normal to have some special features.

However, Xiao Lu Langjun is so powerful!

So knowledgeable! Starry Eyes!

Yesterday's act without a full stop was thrown out of the clouds by her in an instant.

By the way, I'll have to ask him.

"Well, have you studied the Apocalypse Big Bang?" Feng He remembered this.

"Well, a little." Lu Gui naturally replied, "The Apocalypse Explosion, the Tunguska Explosion, and the Death Hill Explosion are called the three major explosion mysteries in the world."

"Dead Hill?!" It's a thrilling name.

"That city is called Mohenjo Daro, founded by the ancient Dravidians, and was destroyed by an explosion about 4,000 years ago." Lu Gui tried to summarize it as concisely as possible.

"Dravidians? Isn't that just in the west? So is there any record?" Feng He remembered that he had seen this word in a certain Sanskrit document.

To the west of the Western Wilderness, the Dravidian people have lived for generations.

They built cities, which were highly civilized, but for unknown reasons they were weakened by foreign invasions.

But Mohenjo Darrow, I haven't heard of it.

"Yes." Lu Gyu affirmed her statement and continued, "There is no record. When this ancient city was first excavated, countless human skeletons were found, which is why it is also called the Hill of Death."

"There are so many casualties......

Feng He felt that his head hurt.

For no reason, she thought of the silent deserted city wrapped in yellow soil, countless corpses under the ruins, and the fire raging in the sky, and she only felt sadness from it.

"What's wrong?" Lu Gui noticed that the girl's face suddenly became gloomy.

"It's okay, I just feel a little sad." For some reason, she actually empathized with people thousands of years ago, which is a little difficult to explain.

"Don't be sad, it's all history." Lu Gui comforted.

Yes, in the long river of history, how many lives have been lost.

They may become numbers, or symbols, or they will be buried forever by time.

In short, her current grief is useless.

"Hmm!" Feng He nodded vigorously, dispelling this unclear emotion from his mind, and asked, "Is there any resemblance between the explosion of the Death Hill and the Apocalypse and Tunguska?"

Lu Gui pondered for a moment and said:

"The cause of these three mysteries cannot be determined, and in contrast, the latter two have relevant records and speculations. Death Hill is a little different, at that time humans didn't even invent gunpowder."

After that, he told the explosion of the dead mound to Feng He in detail.

There are even more mysteries there.

After analysis, there was a fire in the city at that time, the temperature should have reached 1400 to 1500 degrees Celsius, and Mohenjo Daro was located on an alluvial island, and there was no material for burning.

There are also foreign invasion theories, but according to historical records, the Aryan invasion was significantly later than the destruction of Mohenjo Daro.

It could also not have been a meteorite, as no impact craters have been found locally.

This disaster, from beginning to end, is like a story with no ending, which is embarrassing.

Seeing that Feng He was holding a small face and listening attentively, Lu Gui could only sum up, "Maybe it's really an unnatural force, right?"

He looked up, only to see the girl biting her thin lip lightly, as if she wanted to speak, and after repeating this several times, he finally made up his mind.

Her eyes twinked slightly, and she asked cautiously:

"So, do you believe in unnatural forces?"

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