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Oh, right.

Li Ang didn't care about the conflict between Pei Jing and Sun Xinzhi, put his hand into his arms, and said to He Fanshuang, This is for you.

He took out the silver bracelet that He Fanshuang put in his arms before, but found that the middle of the bracelet was broken and the edges were curled up.

Uh, sorry, maybe I was hammered by a paper figurine before.

Li Ang scratched his head in embarrassment, He Fanshuang's family was not rich before, the silver bracelet left by her grandmother must be of great significance, but now it is broken.

I know a few silversmiths with good craftsmanship in West City. After returning to Chang'an, I will repair it and return it to you.

fine.

He Fanshuang reached out to take the broken silver bracelet, and fiddled with it in the palm of his hand, his eyes were lonely, as if he was remembering something.

Knowing each other for more than two years, this is the first time the other party has shown such an expression.

Li Ang was even more embarrassed, so he could only scratch his head on the spot.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Cui Yixian to fly out from the ground, holding a palm-sized object covered with sand in his hand.

He took out a water talisman from his pocket with his left hand, sucked water from the air, and washed away the sand on the object.

Li Ang glanced at it from a distance, and raised his brows slightly imperceptibly.

It was a simple and old bronze shard, engraved with fine and exquisite flowing cloud patterns, and some handwriting could be vaguely seen.

Li Ang recalled the piece of bronze jar he got in Qishui Village, Taiyuan County, the style of the two was almost the same.

He pretended to be seeing this kind of thing for the first time, and asked curiously: Cui Siye, what is this?

Some kind of unknown second-level alienated object. It may be that during the construction of the railway, the killing was too severe, which accidentally alarmed the dormant alien. It caused a mutation.

Some time ago, the folk rumors about having nightmares on the train should also be behind it.

Find the culprit now so you don't have to worry about it later.

Cui Yixian explained casually, obviously not wanting to explain further on this topic, directly tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, wrapped the bronze fragments, and pasted the magic-sealing talisman on it.

Then they called the people from Zhen Fusi to put the bronze shards back into a locked stone box solemnly.

The ordinary passengers around are still rejoicing for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

Li Ang and He Fanshuang looked at each other, and tacitly didn't ask any further questions—the stone box containing the alienated objects was wrapped with a layer of iron chains as thick as a finger, which was suspicious no matter what you thought.

Cui Yixian obviously concealed certain information on purpose without explaining it.

clang clang clang---

The sound of the train moving from far to near, the headlights turned on to the brightest, then began to slow down from a distance, and stopped tens of meters in front of the carriage.

The nineteenth carriage was completely damaged and could no longer be used. Cui Yixian asked all the passengers to board the train first and return to Chang'an as originally planned. He himself stayed where he was with the people from the Zhenfu Department, and had to investigate the underground river again.

He Fanshuang looked at the gradually receding forest scene outside the window, and said softly, I'm going back this time, and I have to write a report again.

Um.

Li Ang responded casually, but his mood was still solemn.

On the piece of bronze in Qishui Village, Taiyuan County, the word gate is engraved.

I let Mosi swallow the piece of bronze, and then Mosi had the ability to open any door.

Could the second piece of bronze that Cui Yixian brought up from the ground come from the same source?

If yes, what words are engraved on it?

Are there more bronze fragments that may cause mutations in places that I don't know?

clang clang clang---

The sound of the wheels rolling over the joints of the rails is regular and loud,

Outside the car window, the mountains are crouching like the backs of giant beasts, and the river is as quiet as a mirror. Farmers wearing straw sandals and carrying farm tools are walking slowly towards the farmland where the golden wheat waves are swaying in the wind.

Boom.

A light tap on the shoulder,

Li Ang turned his head and saw He Fanshuang in the seat next to him, with his eyes closed, his head resting on his shoulder, falling asleep like a kitten.

Indeed, there were too many things experienced this night, and being involved in the mutation and danger was everywhere, even a hard-working person would be tired.

Li Ang tilted his head slightly, looked carefully at the other party's fair and peaceful face, and silently adjusted the angle of his shoulders so that the girl could sleep more comfortably.

Brush pull.

He gently pulled the curtains on the lathe with his thoughts,

The warm morning sun shines on the table through the tiny holes in the embroidered curtain, forming a lotus flower.

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At the same time, Luoyang City, Huairen Square, a certain residential house.

Tsk.

There was an impatient click of the tongue,

A boy about fifteen or six years old, dressed in nobleman's attire, snapped on the shiny wooden compass on the table, leaned back into the recliner, and put his feet on the edge of the coffee table.

On his belt hangs Zhao Ming's communication iron plate.

What's wrong?

Hearing the movement, another person in the room - a tall and burly man like an iron tower, dark complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, asked casually.

He was sitting on a small folding stool in the corner of the room, holding a copy of Lanling Newspaper in his palm as big as a cattail fan.

In the articles on the pages of the magazine, the delicate emotions of the young Mu Shaoai are described.

The light spot on the compass disappeared. Someone rushed ahead of us and took away the bronze block. It must be a secretary from the academy.

The boy tilted his head back and stretched out the top edge of the recliner, rolled his eyes and said to his companion in the corner of the room: Yan Fu, we are a step late.

The strong man of the iron tower known as Yan Fu frowned slightly, closed the magazine, and said in a magnetic voice, Will there be any trouble? This mission was sent by You Qiong.

Fei Lian, you have already been warned because you let Emperor Zhou go privately and did not poison him to death last time.

One yard counts for one yard. Last time, I also helped steal a first-level alienated item from the royal family of the Zhou Kingdom. The merits and demerits are equal.

There should be no trouble this time, right?

The youth in Chinese clothes, code-named Fei Lian, curled his lips and said: After all, in the communication message, it only said that we should 'try our best' to collect the Yin Ruins bronze fragments with special characters written on them.

Didn't say 'must' or 'must'.

And maybe this order was issued by Junqianzi, Shangyang and others in the name of Lord Youqiong.

Yan Fu thought about it seriously for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head and said, Probably not. Jun Qianzi is a smart person, so he won't be stupid.

Not necessarily. After all, Lord Youqiong hasn't shown his face for several years, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. With Junqianzi's character of hating the country of Yu, he might take advantage of Youqiong's disappearance. Quietly codified power and seized the throne, commanding us to do things for him.

Fei Lian said casually: By the way, Yan Fu, you joined Zhaoming a few years earlier than me, so you should have seen Lord Youqiong with your own eyes, right? What does he look like? A man and a woman?

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This simple question caused Yan Fu to fall into a long exam.

He closed his eyes and thought for a long time before shaking his head and saying, I don't know.

ha?

Fei Lian asked suspiciously, What do you mean? Could it be that he looks like a man and a woman, neither male nor female?

Yan Fu raised his finger and tapped his temple lightly, No, I saw his face with my own eyes at the Zhaoming meeting last time, but here, I can't recall it.