I picked up the folder and gave it to Four Eyes for inspection.
He frowned and turned it over several times before returning it to my hand.
Wang Qingzheng opened another suitcase and pushed it in front of me: "No. 527, scientific name: Zhenku black pottery dragon bottle.
Obtained from the acquisition of the Srilova Museum half a year ago.
My researcher has already done relevant investigations, and the brocade box contains It’s a two-thousand-year-old black pottery vase, but its specific function has not yet been determined.
The research report is attached to the document.
Who among you will accept it?”
Shiry Yang put on his gloves and opened the brocade box skillfully.
The small black pottery bottle suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
I noticed a very familiar pattern engraved on the bottom of the bottle, which was almost exactly the same as the pattern on the ancient coins that Lao Chuai carried with him.
There is no doubt that this thing is the relic we are looking for.
After signing and stamping, the little bastard slowly stood up and left Yiyuanzhai with the group of people under his command.
The fat man rubbed his head and wondered: "This is so weird.
When did the people of the old Wang family start to develop consciences?
Do you think there is something fishy about the pottery bottles?"
I actually don’t know for sure, but we already have the things, so even if he turns against us, we won’t be afraid.
Shiry Yang pulled out the archaeological details in the attached page and started to look through it.
I am very curious about the legendary Zhenku pottery bottle.
The bottle is completely black and shiny, with two snake and python ears on the left and right.
The seal is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom.
The bottle body is oval in shape and about one foot three inches high.
I picked up the pottery bottle and shook it in the air.
There was no sound inside and it seemed to be empty.
Tui Zushan repeatedly stated in the letter that he had found something that could cure the ghost eye curse in the ancient city of Zhenku.
But the small bottle in front of me doesn't look like there's anything special about it.
If there isn't a panacea in the bottle, could there be other secrets hidden in it?
I tried to open the sealing mud on the bottle mouth, but I didn't expect that the damn thing was so tight that I couldn't even find a crack as big as my ass after digging for a long time.
The fat man also came over to study.
He pointed at the bottom of the bottle and asked, "Hey, I've seen this pattern before.
Just that one."
He patted his thigh excitedly.
"What's it called?
In the mountain where Master Shu lives, what are you still doing?"
Remember?"
"Master Shu, why do I remember that it was the ancient coin that Lao Chuai brought?"
When he said this, I suddenly recalled the corpse found in the Armadillo Cave.
It seemed that the same foreign language pattern did appear in the backpack.
It can't be such a coincidence.
Two things that were originally completely unrelated to each other now seem to be inextricably linked.
"Have any of you heard of this place called Zhenku?"
Shiry Yang's question interrupted my train of thought.
Fatty and I looked at each other, we had never heard of such a place.
Shiryy Yang circled a few paragraphs with his pen: "The origin of the pottery bottle is indeed related to the ghost cave.
Look at the coordinates and environmental description here, do they look familiar?"
She made simple Chinese markings on the paper, and I recognized the terrain at a glance.
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"The location of this ancient city is similar to that of Jingjue Kingdom, very close to the ghost cave.
Why, this black-eared double dragon bottle was unearthed there?"
"It mentioned a desert oasis called Zhenku.
I don't know the local history and geography, but if this information is true, there should be relevant records in grandpa's set of books.
Let's go find Mr.
Xue, he is in the antique department Having traveled across the world for many years, I may have seen similar objects before.”
"I would have almost forgotten if you didn't tell me.
It's important to inform Lao Chuai first, he will probably go crazy with anxiety."
Hearing that his father's relics had been successfully recovered, Lao Cai was beaming with joy and was unwilling to let go of the black pottery vase.
I was too lazy to care about him, but I was very curious about the ancient desert town database mentioned in the appendix.
Mr.
Xue has been helping us transcribe the thin leather-covered books of Partridge Whistle recently.
When we found him, the old man was wearing reading glasses and holding a writing brush in his hand.
When I saw the table full of small regular script, I asked him what he had written.
He smiled and said: "I have nothing to do.
I have almost copied the content of the red book.
There are some particularly interesting paragraphs.
Let's talk about it later.
I heard there is a lot of commotion in the flower hall, and the brocade box is back."
I told Mr.
Xue about the brocade box given by the little bastard, and he was also amazed: "I have been dealing with Wang Puyuan for half my life, and this is definitely not the Wang family's style.
Anyway, since I have got the brocade box back, why are you afraid?
He’ll try another trick again” Lao Chuai went into the study with the pottery vase in his arms.
When he saw us all here, he said excitedly: "Thanks to you all, our family is saved."
"Don't rush to say thank you yet.
We haven't figured out what's in the bottle yet."
"It's not a hurry, I can take a look when I get back.
After staying here for so long, eating and drinking for free, I should be thinking about my wife and children at home.
I plan to clean up and leave now."
"You are not an honest person, Lao Chuai," the fat man yelled.
"When you came here, you shamelessly begged us to help you find the brocade box.
Now that you have the things, pat your butt and prepare to leave.
Has your fat grandpa approved it?
Let's talk about it.
It’s something from a thousand years ago, do you know it’s expired?”
Lao Cai shook the pottery vase doubtfully: "Why does it seem to be empty and no sound can be heard?"
"I've tried it before, and it seems like there's really nothing in it.
It's just an empty bottle."
"Empty bottle" Lao Cai's eyes widened, "Then, how do you treat diseases with that empty bottle?"
I explained to him that the black-eared bottle had just been obtained, and the appendix was full of foreign texts.
We were studying it, and we hadn’t found any clues yet.
If you really want to know what's in the bottle, you might as well open it on the spot.
"Well, how can that be done?"
He defended himself in front of the black-eared bottle, "What if the baby flies away?
You can just open it if you want.
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I don't agree."
"Oh, don't be so old-fashioned.
If you open it and take a look, there won't be any missing pieces of meat.
Your father's suicide note didn't mention the pottery bottle.
Maybe it's just an ordinary antique."
I said and reached for the black-eared bottle. .
Lao Chuai jumped up on the spot and waved his big hand to protect the base of the black pottery bottle.
I grabbed the ear of the bottle with one hand and clasped the mouth of the bottle with the other: "Don't grab it, don't grab it, I can't eat this thing even if I take it.
Why don't you just take a look?
Are you making such a big move?"
"Let go first."
Lao Chuai raised his neck, "This is our family's thing.
I will count on it for the rest of my life.
Let me go now.
I'm going to fall out."
I saw that his face was red with anxiety, so I had to give up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Lao Chuai fell over with a "bang".
"You shouldn't have told me to let go."
He touched his butt and climbed up.
Only halfway through his words, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.
The sharp-eyed Shirey Yang screamed: "The pottery bottle is broken."
The palm-sized black pottery bottle shattered into pieces, and everyone in the room was dumbfounded for a moment.
A strong wind blew out of nowhere, and the room was instantly covered with sand.
I squinted my eyes, waved my hand and shouted to close the window.
Others didn't react in time and covered their eyes and noses.
In the blink of an eye, the dust dispersed.
Mr.
Xue had been coughing for a long time, and Shirley Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help him regain his breath.
The fat man spat several times: "What the hell, bah bah, I swallowed a mouthful of sand, bah bah."
Lao Chuai froze on the spot, looking at the debris on the ground in a daze.
My eyes were red, and I picked up the pieces and said, "It's strange.
Could it be that the bottle is filled with yellow sand?"
Lao Cai shivered, grabbed me and shouted: "Hu Bayi, you bastard.
You, you are trying to kill me.
I will kill you, I will kill you."
"Calm down, calm down."
I clamped Lao Cai's hand and tried to persuade him, "What's so strange about a jar of sand?
It's definitely not what you're looking for."
"You fart, my biological father can trick me, I tell you this is not over, I, I, I" He shouted and suddenly rushed out of the house, not knowing what he was going to do
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