After participating in the metaphysical variety show, I exploded

20 years ago.

rainy night.

Xu Ran was wearing a raincoat and squatting at the entrance of the robbery cave, holding a rope tightly in his hand.Once the rope is tightened three times, he must use all his strength to pull his companion up from the tomb.

This large tomb was discovered by Xu Ran's partner Shi Fei.That guy Shi Fei has learned a little bit of Feng Shui, and he walks around with a compass all day long, doing fortune-telling for people, and warding off misfortunes.

Some time ago, he suddenly claimed that he had found an ancient tomb. Judging from the surrounding mountains and rivers, these geomantic treasures must be the tombs of ancient princes and nobles.Ordinary people are not qualified to be buried in this kind of place.

Princes and nobles!There must be a lot of funerary objects in the tomb!

Xu Ran has no culture, but he also knows that antiques are priceless.The so-called "antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times"!

The old Li ancestor in his village was once an imperial court official, and many treasures have been passed down from his family. It is said that they were sold to a wealthy businessman in the capital for several million!The Li family has become the richest man from a dilapidated household in the village, and the family moved to the city to enjoy life.Others can only be jealous, resenting why their ancestors did not leave such a valuable heirloom.

Xu Ran also had the dream of getting rich overnight, but unfortunately his ancestors did not live up to it.But wouldn't it be enough for other people's ancestors to strive for success?What Shi Fei said made his heart itch, as long as he went to the tomb to find a few valuable antiques, he would not have to worry about it for the rest of his life!

Of course, no matter how educated Xu Ran is, he knows that tomb robbery is a crime.At first he hesitated: "Brother Shi, what if we are caught by the police?"

"If you don't tell me, who will know?" Shi Fei smiled mysteriously, "I have already contacted the buyer, and I will sell the baby as soon as I get it. At that time, we brothers will share equally, and each of us will say less It can also be divided into hundreds of thousands!"

When he said this, Xu Ran's fear and resistance suddenly decreased a bit.

"But Brother Shi, won't we suffer retribution if we go to dig other people's ancestral graves?"

"Do you still believe in that?" Shi Fei rolled his eyes, "What kind of society is it now? You have to believe in science! Believe in materialism! There are no ghosts in the world! Just think about it, all the ancient emperors were feng shui. If you build a palace, you will be buried in a place of geomantic omen after death. What is the plan? Isn’t it a plan to rule the world for generations to come? But do you think there are still emperors today? What? It shows that Feng Shui is a superstition of the ancients! It's useless at all!"

"Oh!" Xu Ran suddenly realized.

Shi Fei went on to say: "Besides, the wealth of those princes and nobles is still obtained by exploiting the common people? When we dig their ancestral graves, that is to avenge the common people. Anyway, the dead don't need such precious things, so it is better to give them We use it for living people. This is called 'redistribution of social wealth'!"

Xu Ran was taken aback by Shi Fei's "big truth".That's right, princes and generals are kind to each other!Today they are going to beat up local tyrants and share their wealth!

He immediately made a decision to join the group.They also found Guo Bei, who was short in stature and good at digging, and the three formed a "tomb robbery team".Shi Fei got tools such as Luoyang shovel from somewhere, rented a small house in the village where the tomb was located, and claimed to be an artist who came to the countryside to sketch.During the day, the three of them took their drawing boards to look around for beautiful places (in fact, they were exploring the location of the tomb), and they dug secretly in the dark at night.

After more than a week of digging, the tomb was finally dug.

Shi Fei and Guo Bei sneaked into the tomb from the robbery hole to search for treasure, while Xu Ran stayed on the ground to respond.When those two got the treasure, he pulled them up.

Unfortunately, it rained heavily tonight, and Xu Ran was completely drenched.He has always disliked working in this kind of weather, but he is looking for wealth and wealth. Seeing that the baby is about to be obtained, he will bear it for now!

What is he going to do when he sells the antiques?Xu Ran fantasizes.First of all, he needs to find a wife. He is so rich, he can follow the example of those bosses and make a tender model.Then buy a small house, start a small business, and have a wife and children on the bed. Just thinking about it is beautiful!

At this time, the rope in the hand was pulled tight three times.

Xu Ran hurriedly calmed down.This means that those who go down to the tomb will come up.He pulled the rope with all his strength.The rain was getting heavier, a blue-white lightning flashed across the night sky, and then the thunder roared, so frightened that Xu Ran almost let go of the rope.He hastily tightened the rope, his palms were scratched, and he gritted his teeth and continued to work.

Soon something was pulled up.It was a basket, and there was the clanging of metal against it.Xu Ran was overjoyed: It's an antique in the tomb!

Overjoyed, he pulled the basket out of the hole, wanting to turn on the flashlight and see what it was.

Suddenly, a skinny hand stretched out from the robber's hole, grabbing the corner of his clothes tightly!

Xu Ran screamed, dropped the basket and sat down on the ground.

Zombies!It's the zombies in the tomb!he thought in horror.The dead knew they were coming to rob the grave, so they turned into zombies to claim their lives!

"Xu Ran, you bastard! Why are you in a daze! Hurry up and pull me up!" Shi Fei's roar came from the robbery cave.

Xu Ran collected himself, and then realized that it was not the zombie's hand, but Shi Fei.

"Brother Shi, I'll pull you up right away!" Xu Ran grabbed Shi Fei's hand and pulled him out like a carrot.

It's so strange, he used so much strength, but Shi Fei only poked his head out, and everything below his shoulders was still in the hole, as if he was stuck.They obviously dug the robbery hole fairly spacious, and they went down to the tomb smoothly, but why did they get stuck when they came up?Could it be because of the rain?

Shi Fei tightly grasped Xu Ran's hand, cursing: "Hurry up! Pull me up! That thing is coming after you! Hurry up!"

Xu Ran was shocked. What is "that thing"?Are there really ghost zombies in the tomb?

"You are fast!" Shi Fei was furious.

But in the next moment, his roar turned into a miserable howl.

"It's grabbed my foot!" Shi Fei screamed, "Old Xu, hurry up! Hurry up! I don't want to die! As long as you pull me up, you can take the lead! No, I'll give it all to you! Hurry up!"

He spoke incoherently, and his screams became more and more shrill, mixed with the sound of torrential rain, like a piece of music urging him to death.

Xu Ran actually wanted to leave Shi Fei behind and run away, but in the end loyalty prevailed.He couldn't just leave his brother behind.He grabbed Shi Fei's hand, exerted all his strength, and pulled the man away.

At this moment, Shi Fei seemed to be a rope for tug-of-war. Xu Ran was pulling one end, while the other end was held by some unknown existence, and the two sides were secretly competing.

Xu Ran roared and pulled hard.The feeling in the hand suddenly loosened.Inertia caused him to fall down in the mud.He felt Shi Fei's upper body pressed against his legs, which meant that Shi Fei had left the robbery cave.

"Great Brother Shi! It's finally here!" Xu Ran was overjoyed.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

At the moment when the ground was illuminated, Xu Ran really saw—Shi Fei was indeed pulled out of the robbery cave by him.

But only Shi Fei's upper body.

The part below the man's waist disappeared without a trace, and the blood melted into the rain, turning into an endless river of blood. The intestines and internal organs were dragged all over the ground and merged with the muddy water.

Shi Fei was still breathing.His eyes were tearing apart, and he stared at the basket that was brought up first, with a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he tilted his head and stopped moving.

The lightning disappeared, and the earth sank into endless darkness again.

one year later.detention center.

This is an interrogation video.

A man in an orange vest with a crew-shaven head hangs his head and sits in the center of the screen. The silver handcuffs on his wrists are eye-catching.

"Name?" asked someone outside the screen.

"Xu Ran." The man said listlessly.

The voiceover asked the man about his age, date of birth, place of origin and other personal information, and then cut to the point: "Do you know why you came here?"

Xu Ran raised his eyelids.There were black circles around his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

"I... robbed tombs and resold national cultural relics." He admitted honestly.

"Who is the one who robbed the tomb with you?"

Xu Ran said: "Shi Fei and Guo Bei. They are both dead. Guo Bei failed to come up, Shi Fei... he... died..."

"Shi Fei is dead, where's the body?" the voice-over asked.

"I... I was afraid of being exposed, so I threw his body back into the robbery cave, and then buried the robbery cave..."

The man trembled suddenly, as if recalling some terrible memory, his whole body trembled like chaff.His face was pale, his eyes were bulging, his breathing was short of breath, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

"Okay, I won't ask you about Shi Fei for now. How many cultural relics did you steal?"

"Six, six pieces." Xu Ran muttered, "No, there are seven pieces in total. One of the porcelain vases was broken on the way, and I thought it was worthless, so I threw it away..."

"How did you deal with these cultural relics?"

Xu Ran recovered a bit, and his tone calmed down: "It's sold."

"Who did you sell it to?"

"A foreigner, what's his name Robert. I don't know him well, and it was Brother Shi who was in charge of contacting him. After Shi Ge died, I..." Xu Ran shuddered again when Shi Fei was mentioned, "I went to him alone. , Said to sell cultural relics to him..."

"Sold them all to him?"

Xu Ran shook his head: "No, only three pieces were sold. I plan to keep half of it for myself. In case of any emergency in the future, I can save it. And I also know that the older the antique, the more valuable it is. I hold it In the hands of a few years, it may appreciate in value in the future.”

"You are very economical." The voice-over smiled sarcastically, "Do you know how much damage you have caused to the country?"

Xu Ran's lips twitched, nodded, and shook his head again. "I'm uneducated, I don't know..."

The voice-over said: "After expert appraisal, the cultural relics you stole are cultural relics from the Yong Dynasty. They have a history of more than 700 years. According to the shape of the cultural relics, they are likely to be buried with the emperor."

"Emperor..." Xu Ran widened his eyes, then laughed a few times, "So, we dug up the emperor's old son's ancestral grave?"

"Don't make jokes!" The voice-over said sternly, "Your tomb robbery has destroyed the ancient tomb, and it is likely to cause irreparable damage!"

Xu Ran looked up to the sky and laughed. "Hahaha, the emperor's old son's ancestral grave has been dug up by us!"

He laughed hysterically, his whole body convulsed like an epileptic seizure, then opened his mouth wide, grabbed his neck with both hands, his chest heaved violently, as if it was difficult to breathe.

The voice-over said anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Go and call the doctor!"

There were chaotic and hurried footsteps and buzzing voices outside the screen.

Several men in police uniform stepped forward to restrain the crazy Xu Ran.The blood had faded from the man's face, and he suddenly stopped convulsing, as pale as a corpse that had been drained of blood.He kicked his legs, and his whole body remained motionless, his eyes staring at the ceiling, as if seeing some kind of terrifying scene that hit the soul directly.

His expression was forever frozen in a moment of panic.

The recording ends here.

20 years later.

Christie's London auction house.

As the world's leading auction house, there are always a lot of guests every time there is an auction.Today's "Oriental Ancient Art" special session has attracted the richest and most distinguished art lovers from all over the world to come and have a look.

Leslie Moder was one of them.He is a fanatical fan of the ancient oriental civilization, and collecting oriental cultural relics is his lifelong hobby.Leslie often regrets why he was not born a century earlier. At that time, the boom in archaeological exploration was in the ascendant. He could join the expedition to the East, explore those mysterious ruins and ancient tombs, dig out treasures sealed by time, and bring them to the world. back home.Newspapers will sing his praises as a "courageous explorer" or a "erudite collector of antiquities," and he may even be included in textbooks...

It's a pity that he was born in the 21st century, not to mention that the places that can be explored have already been visited by the predecessors. Many countries in the East have now paid attention to the protection of cultural relics, and it is impossible to allow foreign expeditions to enter their countries.

Therefore, Leslie can only invest his excess energy and money in the auction house to buy what he likes with money.

As a frequent visitor to Christie's auction house, Leslie always receives a list of auction items at every auction, which not only includes high-resolution photos of the auction items, but also appraisal reports from professional institutions.

This auction will bid for a treasure that Leslie has coveted for a long time - an antique from Huaguo, an ancient oriental civilization!

According to the auction list, it was a cultural relic from the Yong Dynasty of Huaguo, which originally belonged to a wealthy British businessman Robert Smith.It is said that he bought it from a farmer when he was traveling in Huaguo.The farmer didn't know a single word, and he thought those cultural relics were just broken copper and iron.If it weren't for Mr. Smith's discerning eyes, the treasures would have been turned into spittoons or flowerpots for farmers!

Mr. Smith died of a sudden illness after returning home.Many people rumored that it was because the treasures he brought back were cursed.Leslie thought it was nonsense.How can there be any curses and ghosts in the world!It's the 21st century, let's talk about science!

Mr. Smith's sons and daughters divided up his inheritance, but unfortunately they did not have the business acumen of their father, so they squandered his property within a few years, and finally had to sell the treasures left by their father.

Others said that the decline of the Smith family was also due to the curse of that treasure.

joke!It's obvious that the sons and daughters have no business sense, so what does it have to do with the curse!thought Leslie.

Mr. Smith brought back three artifacts, two of which fetched high prices at auctions in Paris and New York.Leslie couldn't catch up.This time the auction held in his hometown London, he must win the treasure he likes!

Leslie was determined to get those three treasures.No one can take it away from him!

"Mr. Leslie Maude! This way please!" As soon as he entered the auction house, a waiter led Leslie to the VIP seat and sat down.

Usually the auction house will put the most precious treasures at the end of the auction to whet the appetite of the bidders.Huaguo cultural relics are obviously going to be the mainstay at this auction.

Leslie had a clear goal and had no interest in other auction items, so he almost fell asleep in the first half of the auction.

In the second half, he heard the word "Yong Dynasty" and woke up suddenly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next auction item is an antique from the Yong Dynasty of Huaguo—"

The auctioneer introduced the auction items in his provocative voice.Leslie grabbed his number plate tightly and stared at the bronze mirror in the transparent glass showcase on the stage.That's his goal!

"The starting price is [-] pounds! Which gentleman is willing to bid a higher price?" The auctioneer shouted.

Leslie immediately raised his number plate: "20!"

All of a sudden, the price was raised by [-].But for bidders at Christie's auction house, one hundred thousand is nothing more than a fraction.The real competition often starts in the seven figures.

"30 million!"

"35 million!"

"50 million!"

The price soared, and soon exceeded 100 million.

Everyone knows that better auctions are yet to come.Therefore, after the price shouted one million, there were many fewer bidders.

Leslie was secretly delighted.This time it's a sure thing!That quaint bronze mirror must be in his pocket!

He raised his number plate: "110 million!"

The auctioneer shouted: "Is there a higher bid? 110 million once! 110 million twice..."

A clear female voice sounded from behind: "150 million!"

Leslie was stunned, how could someone bid such an outrageous price?Raised 40 in one go?

There was also a murmur of half-doubt and half-surprise in the venue.

Leslie gritted her teeth.He can't allow the baby he likes to be cut off halfway!

"160 million!" He continued to increase the price.

The woman seemed to be competing with him on purpose, and also shouted: "200 million!"

Leslie was furious.Could this woman be a babysitter of the auction house?He heard that some unscrupulous auction houses would deliberately let Tonger drive up prices. Has a world-renowned veteran auction house like Christie's also done this kind of thing?

"210 million!" Leslie continued.

100 million more than his initial psychological price.If that woman didn't raise the price with him, this price would be enough for him to buy two lots!But he is by no means unaffordable. One million is just his pocket money for a week.He just resented someone who robbed him of treasures.What Leslie Maude hated most was anyone who challenged him!

His attitude is already very clear: I am determined to win, and no one will rob me.If that woman is sensible, she should obediently withdraw from the competition, right?

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, the woman shouted again: "250 million!"

Before Leslie could continue to raise the price, the woman laughed twice, muttered something in a language that most of the bidders couldn't understand, and then shouted: "260 million!"

There was an uproar in the auction hall.How could someone raise their own price without competing to bid?Is there too much money to spend?

Only Leslie understood what the woman muttered under her breath.

Leslie loves the ancient oriental civilization, so he naturally learned Chinese.The woman's words were spoken in Chinese.

What she said was: "No, two hundred and fifty is too unlucky, let's add another hundred thousand."

Leslie was horrified.Just because the numbers are unlucky and you increase the price at will, what is the origin of this woman? !

Since he can speak Chinese, he seems to be a Chinese?Are you interested in cultural relics from your own country?

It seems that the woman is also determined to win the cultural relics of Huaguo.This time Leslie had a match.

"Three million!" he shouted.

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

The auctioneer tremblingly said: "One time for 300 million! Twice for 300 million!..."

Leslie smiled triumphantly.He is so forthright, even that competitive woman must not dare to argue with him, right?

"500 million." The woman said lazily.

The whole venue exploded!

What kind of local tyrant is this!How can there be such a price?Is her money the wind?

Leslie stood up suddenly, turned and looked at the back of the venue.He must find that woman and see how divine she is!

Sitting at the round table at the back of the venue was a graceful oriental woman.She is wearing the latest haute couture gown from this season's top Parisian clothing studio, and she is playing with the number plate with her slender fingers.

Sitting next to her was a white-haired man, the two looked quite similar, maybe they were siblings?It's just that this hair color is rare among Chinese people.Leslie noticed the white-haired man in a wheelchair, maybe he was born with some kind of disease?

There was also a five or six-year-old girl sitting on the woman's lap. It was unknown if it was her daughter or the white-haired man's daughter.

"Who is that woman?" Leslie asked the secretary beside her through gritted teeth.

The secretary glanced back. "That Hua Country businesswoman..." He pondered, "Mr. Maude, the two Hua Country Yong Dynasty cultural relics that were auctioned in Paris and New York before were taken by that woman!"

Leslie's eyebrows twitched.It turned out that she was the one who snatched away the treasure she had set her sights on!

"It's really troublesome." The woman muttered again in Chinese. "These hateful foreigners stole our cultural relics and asked us to spend money to buy them back. They took advantage of them. Bah!"

Leslie was slightly displeased to hear her words.Didn't this woman scold all foreigners on the map? Didn't she even scold him?

He sat down resentfully, thinking that this time he must take pictures of that cultural relic!It would be too embarrassing if he returned empty-handed today!

"Three million!" he shouted.

Hmph, does that woman dare to continue asking him for a price?

But his happiness only lasted a few seconds.

The little girl next to the woman grabbed her number plate playfully and held it up high: "1000 million!"

The immature children's voice echoed in the venue.Everyone froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

According to the rules of the auction house, once the price is called, one cannot go back on his word, otherwise he will be blacklisted forever.But in the face of ignorant and ignorant children, even the strictest law enforcement officers will become extraordinarily tolerant.

"Ma'am, please take care of the children around you." The auctioneer couldn't help but laugh, "The bid just now will not be counted, and we will continue to bid from 700 million!"

The woman pinched the little girl's face reproachfully. "Honey, you're going to be a real problem for Mommy," she said.

The little girl pouted: "But people like it too!"

At this time, the white-haired man in the wheelchair spoke. "Xiaosheng has good eyesight at such a young age." He smiled, then took the number plate from the little girl's hand, and held it up high: "1000 million!"

As one of the most experienced art auction houses in the world, Christie's auction house has staged many legendary auctions.And today's scene will probably become part of the legend of Christie's, and will be passed down forever, right?

Leslie thought vaguely as he walked out of the auction house.

Ah, it was like a dream.In the dream, there were his most cherished oriental cultural relics, and just when those cultural relics were about to be readily available, a female devil suddenly appeared and took away his treasures.

Leslie wished she could turn into Gollum, hold those babies and cry, "Myprecious!"

He stopped and saw the woman who was competing with him was holding the little girl's hand, standing on the side of the road, talking to the man in the wheelchair with his head down.

"You, why are you so impulsive. You can pay the 1000 million by yourself, I won't help you." The woman said.

"I'll pay for it myself." The white-haired man said, "I didn't want my sister to spend the money for me."

The little girl jumped up and down: "Uncle is so cunning! I obviously saw that mirror first!"

The white-haired man was helpless: "It's not that uncle is going to buy that mirror and keep it privately, it's going to be donated to the country."

The woman was surprised: "You want to donate things? This is not like you."

"Hmm... At first I thought the mirror was special, but when I actually saw it, I thought it was different from what I imagined..." The white-haired man tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.

"Christie's doesn't auction fakes, does it?"

"It's not a fake, but it's not the mirror I dreamed about. Maybe it's the same one made by the ancients?" The white-haired man held his chin, "Donate it in the name of my sister. I don't want to share this limelight."

The little girl pursed her lips. At her age, she still couldn't understand the meaning of "donate to the country". She just thought it was boring for her uncle to grab things from a child like her.

The white-haired man rubbed the little girl's head: "Your birthday is coming soon, can uncle give you something else?"

The little girl's eyes lit up: "Then I want the doll from Dreamland! Red Princess Lottie!"

"Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy."

Leslie chased after him: "Ma'am! I have something to tell you!"

Hearing his call, the woman turned around: "What's the matter?"

"May I ask your name?" As long as he got the name, he could follow the clues to find out the identity of this woman!

The woman smiled, took out a business card from the Chanel bag she carried, and handed it to Leslie.

The business card exudes a delicate fragrance, and it is printed in Chinese and English in bronzing fonts:

【Yan Can, Chairman and CEO of Yan Group】

Leslie squeezed a smile: "It turned out to be Ms. Yan. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you from Huaguo? Are you so interested in your country's cultural relics?"

Yan Can tilted his head: "Actually, I'm not very interested. It's my brother who likes it, so he didn't drag me here."

She glanced at the wheelchair man.The latter lowered his eyes slightly, agreeing.

"I really like that bronze mirror. Can you part with it?" Leslie asked the gray-haired man. He can afford 1000 million even though he gritted his teeth. "I just heard you say that the mirror is not what you want, so why don't you resell it to me?"

The white-haired man raised the corners of his lips: "That's not okay. I don't want to see my country's treasures lost overseas. I don't know if you can understand this feeling? Probably not."

There was some sarcasm in his tone, but he bowed to Leslie politely.A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove over, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, and the white-haired man moved into the car with the help of a woman.

Leslie looked at the business card in his hand, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Yan Can, very good, remember them.

He watched the Rolls Royce go away, and then stood alone on the side of the street, waiting for the driver to drive his car to him.

In order to get the treasure he wants, he can do whatever it takes.If you can't get those cultural relics in an aboveboard way, then use a not so aboveboard method.Leslie knows some "brothers on the road". If they kidnap the little girl, or the disabled man, and ask for cultural relics in exchange, what choice will the woman make between her family and the cultural relics?

Leslie was drawing ulterior motives in his mind, but he didn't notice that the shadow under his feet was fluctuating like boiling water.

A pair of blood-red eyes opened in the shadow.

Full of gloom and malice, like a demon from hell.

— don't move them.

A hoarse voice whispered in Leslie's ear.

Leslie suddenly couldn't move.

Even though the scorching sun was shining high above his head, he felt cold all over his body, as if he had entered the harsh winter in an instant.

The shadow wrapped around his ankles, climbed up his calves, crawled across his stomach, crawled across his chest, and wrapped around his neck.

It only takes a little force to break his neck bone.

Cold sweat soaked Leslie's couture suit.

he will die!

He didn't know why the shadow could speak, why it strangled his neck.He only knew that his biological instinct shouted loudly: You must not disobey the order of the shadow, otherwise you will really die!

Is this the ghost of that couple?The two of them came from the mysterious east, maybe they also know some... mysterious spells?

"Yes, I'm sorry." Leslie trembled, "I won't do anything to that lady and her family. I, I was just thinking wildly. Please forgive me!"

After getting his words, the black shadow slowly left his body.The blood-red eyes in his shadow slowly closed.But Leslie felt that he might not be able to escape the surveillance of those invisible eyes for the rest of his life.Once he once again had thoughts that would be unfavorable to those three Chinese people, he would be immediately strangled by the shadow.

Now, Leslie no longer thinks about any cultural relics or the mysterious spells of Huaguo.

He just wanted to go home right away and change out of his soaked pants.

The next day, all major official media in Huaguo published this headline on the front page:

"Women Entrepreneur Auction House spends a lot of money, cultural relics lost overseas finally come home".

"Brother Tang, where did these cultural relics come from?"

Le Qinian stared at the email information Tang Yucheng sent him, while talking with his agent on the phone.

"Don't you read the news? You don't care about national affairs at all!" Tang Yucheng blamed, "Not long ago, Yan Can, the chairman of the Yan Group, spent a lot of money at Christie's auction house and bought back three cultural relics that were lost overseas. The big media rushed to report it, and it was even on the hot search. You don’t even know?”

Le Qinian thought about it, it seemed that there was such a thing, but he hadn't traveled to this era at that time, and the memory of the original body was a little fuzzy.

"Yan Can...is Director Yan's sister, right?" he asked.

"That's right, it's his sister. Yan Can donated those three cultural relics to the Lujiang City Museum. Of course, the museum has to hold an exhibition to show off such a treasure. So they plan to share with "Who is Shaman King" Let’s cooperate and organize a competition to identify cultural relics, which can be regarded as publicity for the exhibition.”

Le Qinian then asked: "Then how did those three cultural relics get lost overseas?"

Tang Yucheng said: "It is said that it was sold by tomb robbers to a foreign businessman. After the businessman died, he was sent to the auction house by his descendants. I don't know the details, and the museum refuses to give more information."

Le Qinian touched his chin.Grave robber?Whose tomb did they rob, and they were able to dig out his gossip mirror?

It can't be his own tomb, can it?Hahaha, he didn't even leave his body behind, so could it be that the younger brother built a clothes tomb for him?Not so not so.

After his "death", the gossip mirror should have been passed on to the younger brother.Could it be Jun Niyun's tomb that was stolen?

No, no, no, the descendants of the younger brother are still there, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like they can tolerate the digging of their ancestral graves.

So... is it the tomb of a high-ranking official from the Yong Dynasty?At the beginning, he and his younger brother were often invited to choose Fengshui treasure points for others.Will the younger brother choose the tomb site for a certain prince and nobleman, design the structure of the tomb by the way, and then put the gossip mirror in it for the purpose of guarding the tomb?

If this is the case, the status of that dignitary must be extraordinary.

Probably only by going to the scene and seeing the gossip mirror with one's own eyes can the truth be revealed.

The author has something to say:

Yan Can: Brother, as a domineering president, he has to spend a lot of money to buy gifts for the people he likes!

Yan Yu: (takes out a small notebook to record)...

A few days later, Le Qinian received a mysterious package.

It is filled with all kinds of Ultraman.