A sunny day after a long absence!

The light from outside fell and fell on Professor Han's face, and Professor Han suddenly opened his eyes, he was confused for a moment, and then jumped up from the bed.

"Someone ......"

His hand touched the side of his pillow, the kitchen knife under the pillow, and then saw the stick standing next to the bed.

It's all in the same place.

It's like a nightmare......

But is it really a nightmare?

Professor Han was taken aback and looked at the door.

The door is safe and secure, there are no problems, and the door lock is good.

I touched my side, and the stick next to me was still there, and there was nothing unusual.

Looking at the ground again, the ground is also very clean, and there are no confessional notes.

Everything that happened last night was like a dream for Nanke.

Sitting up and sitting on the bed for a long time, Professor Han went out for a while, ate breakfast, sat down at the desk, took out a pen, and recorded what happened last night truthfully.

And the scene in the hallucination was drawn.

Whether it's true or not, it's always good to record it, he didn't make a judgment on this, he made a judgment after waiting for Lin Feng to come back.

Lin Feng here, he must know more than himself.

Wait for him to come back and ask him how he is.

Just as he was doing this, the sky on the side of the kiln was obscured by clouds, and the demonic aura kept growing.

It's a ghostly place.

Even the Yin God is hiding from here, as if there is a Yin creature like an overlord here.

There were several huge, powerful Yin Gods who coveted this place without knowing whether they were alive or dead, but they were all hesitating.

Their power, with all kinds of strange means, penetrated into the [Guanshan Kiln Factory], waiting for an opportunity.

From a distance, the clouds here are piled up like thick mountains.

A face, observing, observing, all the scenes below.

There was rain in the sky, but even Lin Feng's "old buddies" who stayed here hid themselves in the small building and didn't dare to go out a single step.

Dodging the rain in the sky.

Those Yin Gods, who were not strong, also retreated.

It's a pity that Professor Han is not sensitive to this, he can't understand the scene at all, he just took out those materials, and then made a few more phone calls and got the phone number of the director of the Central Plains Museum.

He called and said what he had written in advance.

"Hey, hello, I'm ......"

He was on the phone, completely forgetting what Lin Feng said - "Only landline and tractor computers here can make online calls, Professor Han, don't forget", but he really forgot and really got through.

The signal was very smooth, and the curator on the other side didn't notice the problem - this was his private whitelist number, and it stands to reason that people who are not on the whitelist can't get through.

"Mmmmmmmm

Hearing that it was Professor Han who dragged him to do such a thing, the curator was also strangely unstuck.

Those documents are not allowed to be photocopied according to reason.

However, that is "in principle no".

In principle, if you can't, you can't, the curator pondered for a while, and said do you have a fax machine? Send it to your fax machine.

Professor Han thanked him again and again.

After a while, the fax machine was put into operation, and Professor Han also saw the "records" of that time.

It's starting to get windy outside.

But Professor Han didn't realize it, and he immersed himself in the eucalyptus.

This on-site record, the record is very good, the blue ink, the person who recorded this matter, the pen writing is very good, and it is also very standardized.

It started with a group of developers developing a big project, and the construction team came up with a stunned head.

He dug up the tomb and instead of filling it with cement, he chose to report it to the local cultural relics bureau.

As a result, the local cultural relics bureau came, and when they saw this scene, they felt that they couldn't handle it, this might be another Yin Shang tomb, so they sealed the scene and asked someone to help.

One please, two please, invited Xun Yanyu to lead the team.

Xun Yanyu did things very neatly, even in the circle, he was also a highly skilled elder, judging from the shape of the bronzes inside, he should belong to the late Shang period.

Probably after Wu Ding.

There are also several photographs of bones inside bronzes.

The record was broken from here, because the Central Plains was a few months of "heavy rainstorm", which was quite rare, and in this regard, the above record is "a rare heavy rainstorm in 500 years", which flooded the site, and then when it was excavated, most of the artifacts in it were destroyed.

Judging by the photos, it is indeed a mess.

Many artifacts have been destroyed.

Even the recorder who should not have raised emotions, but should have retold the facts, expressed regret, after all, they are pure people, and they want to protect cultural relics.

Now seeing the cultural relics destroyed in front of him, it is naturally heartbroken.

In these photos, Professor Han looked at them one by one, and the people who took the photos were also insiders.

Most of the bronzes of Yin Shang are gluttonous patterns.

Naturally, gluttonous patterns are a type, and gluttonous patterns in different periods are also different, the problem is that this time they saw a new pattern in a group of gluttonous patterns.

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On top of the sacrificial vessel, they saw a kind of fire like a scorching fire, in which the pattern of one eye was hidden.

Until now, it is strange that no one in the field of historiography has set a charter for this line.

It doesn't call anything.

This bronze is also a tripod.

Someone circled the red oil pen on it, took a deep breath, and Professor Han carefully observed the object.

It is indeed the style of the late Yin Shang period.

Professor Han closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and began to think carefully.

"I don't have books around."

He could be a humanoid retriever, but he wasn't a humanoid library, so he pulled out a USB drive, plugged it into the tractor's computer, and began to look for something identical to the bronze.

Soon, he touched his eyebrows and found something similar, but it was a little too similar.

After all, the shape of the vessel is the shape, but the Yin Shang bronzes, each one is unique, because the mold is unique, even the same craftsman, can not make two identical bronzes.

But the two bodies here, except for the textures, are really alike.

These bronzes have data on them.

Professor Han carefully discerned these data, and the more he distinguished, the more frowning his brows became, and in the end, he stopped talking.

I really studied wholeheartedly into learning, and forgot to sleep and eat.

He simply forgot to eat.

I forgot the time, and the wind outside turned into a violent wind, and black shadows continued to impact this vicinity.

A yin god began to approach.

It was also at this time that Professor Han, who was studying and studying, felt an indescribable feeling, that kind of hallucination, and his whole body was hot.

He stood up.

A Yin God was the first to walk in, his body was extremely tall, and the way he killed people was unknown.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Yin God disappeared again, and the miserable wind and rain outside were even more excessive, and the whole downstairs, the wind passed between the windows that had not yet closed, forming a sharp and terrifying sound.

If you listen carefully, it's like a woman hanging her voice.

She's reading poetry.

It's just that this poem shouldn't be like this.

Through the wind-like shrill female voice came out.

The whole tone reveals a kind of gloomy.

It's out of place with what I wanted to express.

[auspicious day and prayer]

【The field car is good, and the four peony holes are good】

[Ascend to the other Dafu, from its group of ugliness]

[On an auspicious day, send my horse]

【The same place of the beast, the deer 麌麌】

……

[Both open my bow, and coerce me to lose]

[Send a small pig, kill this big man]

【To royal guests, and to drink】

Hearing these voices, the old buddies actually began to tremble, these old buddies all huddled in one place, and they began to worship the sign in front of them reverently, praying for protection on the sign.

On top of this brand, the breath is very "awkward".

Sometimes it's as light as a breeze.

Sometimes heavy as a gale.

This shows that the owner of this breath, his breath is not right, this is the first time Lin Feng has held a real big sacrifice, even if the main priest is him, the person who enjoys the sacrifice is also him, this kind of sacrifice is also the first time.

The ripe wooden guest is now regarded as sacrificial incense.

Not only that, in this kind of big sacrifice, there is actually a little problem, that is, "space", Lin Feng didn't understand it before, but now he understands, the chief priest should also learn one thing.

Divination.

Through the way of divination, the direction is shown.

Fortunately, now the chief priest and the person who enjoys the sacrifice stay in one place, and he does not need these, he buries himself in the kiln soil, puts the source seed on himself, and then begins to refine.

On the sign in front of me that said "纂", a lot of strange sounds began to appear.

Suddenly there was thunder outside.

Thunder rumbled.

However, the thunder inside and outside the kiln factory is not the same thunder.

Kiln factory.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the two most violent, incomprehensible things contained in the form of incantations, from the earth, have passed the imprint of karmic fire and imprinted on the bronze.

No, not two.

There are three.

And the sin in the karmic fire.

They are all imprinted on the bronzes.

The smell of the incense, like two green dragons, penetrated into Lin Feng's nose, and Lin Feng's "meaning" began to become more condensed.

In the end, it turned into a gust of wind.

[It turns out that the incense is aimed at meaning]

Lin Feng had an understanding, and he felt the pain like a tear on his body.

Ordinary bronzes are not enough to rub these traces.

The source species is not the same.

In the firepit, a large number of flames were about to turn red and white, and the surrounding space was wrinkled.

Aware of this familiar method of sacrifice, whether it is the Iron Crown Dao people who still exist, or the rest of the "lifeforms", they all avoid this place.

Thunder was heard.

Professor Han subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and he patrolled around, but found nothing.

But I don't know if it's intentional or not.

There is a toilet at the back of this small building, he has never been there, there is a toilet above this small building, and he doesn't have to go to the toilet.

Time just passed day by day.

Professor Han always wakes up every night, he can remember something, but more often than not, he can't find it.

He couldn't find any traces.

But the more powerful Yin Gods on this mountain have disappeared.

I don't know if Lin Feng still remembers the inn in the depths of Xiangxi.

It's a bit similar to the inn.

A fixed point on the yin vein, but compared with the inn in the depths of Xiangxi, there are not many people who like to be stationed here.