Sister Hong's voice came from the darkness: "Yunfeng, where are you? I'm here."

My face turned pale and I didn't dare to reply.

I squatted down on the spot, held the amulet tightly in my hand, and buried my head in the middle of my knees.

The ground is wet and mist, and I feel more than just cold and fear.

There is also loneliness.

Our gang has come to this point, and I am the only one left. I regret not listening to Yao Yumen’s warning.

I sat alone and scared on the turf, hungry and cold, and before I knew it, I thought of Li Jing.

I laughed at myself: "If I suddenly disappeared and if I died here, many years later, will Li Jing still remember me as a person, and will he still remember me Xiang Yunfeng?"

Thinking about these things.

It was lightly bright.

There was a trace of wind blowing from somewhere, blowing away the thick fog.

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At this time.

I could see at a glance that on the grass two or three hundred meters away, Sister Hong was lying on the ground stretching, as if she had just woken up.

"Sister Hong!"

I ran down quickly, and my middle foot slipped and fell.

She heard it and looked at me.

"You are not dead! That's great!"

Sister Hong looked at me with a happy look and said speechlessly: "The fog last night was so foggy that it was hard to walk. I couldn't see it at all. I could only determine the approximate location. I didn't dare to walk around, for fear of getting separated from Yunfeng."

It's good that people are fine.

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Sister Hong, did you hear me last night? Did you reply to me?"

She looked up at me with a surprised expression: "No, I didn't hear anything, let alone speak, what's wrong?"

There is no need for Sister Hong to lie to me. She said she didn’t reply to me, that was she didn’t reply to me.

Who was the sound in the fog last night?

The more I think about it, the more I become scared, and my hands are trembling.

"Why are your face so ugly?" Sister Hong asked with a frown.

"Nothing."

I deliberately changed the topic, "You went to find something to eat, have you found it?"

Sister Hong shook her head in disappointment, "No, there are grass and trees nearby, so I didn't find anything to eat."

"It's okay, Sister Hong, it's good that people are fine. If you don't eat for a day or two, you won't starve to death."

"Well, try to stick with it."

After recovering a little physical strength, I thought of the scene last night, and I felt less and less fond of this place, and it felt very weird. After we decided to leave here as soon as possible.

Go up.

I attached amulets to my neck to hang the amulets.

When people encounter unknown phenomena, they will always subconsciously seek sustenance and protection in their hearts. The amulet given to me by Yao Yumen serves as this role.

After using it for a while, Sister Hong and I finally got to our heads.

The slope is also an entrance to a cave.

At this moment, when you look down from a high place, the scenery is like a painting, like a secret place.

There are some stone walls remaining around the cave stone wall. One of them is damaged, but you can still see clearly that the theme pattern of the stone carving is several horses.

Sister Hong pointed to the mural and told me that this should be Mu Wang Ba Jun. It is said that the eight horses in the Eight Horses had names during their lifetime, just like the six horses in Zhaoling in Li Shiming's tomb, but it was too long.

,The Zuo Zhuan mentioned that there were the eight horses of Mu, but the names of these eight horses have not been passed down from generation to generation and no one knows them.

This mural, which is recessed into the stone wall, is about two meters long and about one meter five meters wide. Sister Hong sighed that it would be a pity. If it could be taken away, this thing would definitely be sold at a sky-high price in the black market.

"Sister Hong, these are all broken. Stone sculptures are so powerful. Look, half of the heads of these two horses fell off." I pointed to the fallen horse head and said.

Sister Hong shook her head, "Yunfeng, you are in the industry and you don't know some things. Even if these stone sculptures with special meaning are broken into one hundred pieces, there will still be a lot of people rushing to get them after they are put together, especially the big red hair

Nose, they are fascinated by our ancient stone sculptures."

"Do you know the six horses of Zhaoling?"

I nodded, "The fist of the six horses of Zhaoling and the Salu Zi were stolen by Lu Qinzhai in the 1940s, and were they sold to the big nose by Lu Qinzhai? There are still four in our country,

They are Shifachi, Qingzhi, Telpi and Baituwu."

Sister Hong may not have expected that I could accurately report the name. She praised: "Yes, you are right. Two of them stolen by Lu Qinzhai back then. Then I'll ask you again, you know you sold them to the Americans.

How much did it sell?"

I didn't know about this, so I tentatively guessed, "Eight thousand yuan?"

In the 1940s, this money was already astronomical. The common people could not save enough money for several lifetimes. This is a big ocean, and I think I have tried my best to say the price.

Sister Hong shook her head and denied it. She said directly: "It's not eight thousand, two yuan, one yuan sold to Philadelphia, and the other yuan sold to Bincheng. The total price is 125,000 yuan."

"So much!" I was shocked.

You should know the prices back then. The entire Siheyuan in the Second Ring Road of Beijing was only a few hundred oceans, 125,000 oceans! What does that mean? Even if the Siheyuan is eight hundred oceans, the money is enough to buy 150.

Three sets of courtyards!

Sister Hong continued to say to me: "This is just one of them. In addition, there was Yue Bin from Liulichang, Beijing. He stole a giant stone sculpture of the Emperor and Empress in Longmen Grottoes. In order to transport it, Yue Bin tributes the Emperor and Empress to Buddha's picture.

It was smashed into more than 60 pieces, packed nine boxes, and after going out, I was looking for someone to splice it. In the end, 60,000 yuan was sold to a big nose named Pu'ern."

Sister Hong's words once again refreshed my understanding. I always thought that bronzes and ancient jade were the most valuable, but I didn't expect that stone sculptures could be worth so much.

Sister Hong also said, "In this world, everyone is beating up tomb robbers, but compared to Lu Yue's people, it's a big witch."

At this moment, I was looking at the stone sculptures of Mu Wang Ba Zheng in the cave, and it seemed to have become even heavier.

I swallowed and asked, "Sister Hong, we shouldn't take this, right?"

"Don't think about it. This thing needs to be broken and can only be taken out after it is broken. And once it appears on the market, the chances of relevant departments tracking us up will increase infinitely. Do you want money or death?"

I sighed and said a pity. If we want to take this thing out, we don’t have several conditions, but I have seen it, so I’m open.

"Huh? No, Sister Hong, this is the Ba Jun of King Mu of Zhou. How could he run into the tomb of a southern prince? What's the situation?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know it now."

Sister Hong looked around the cave and frowned and said, "There are all high-level things like husks. Now I have discovered this stone sculpture again. What kind of mustard is the status of this king, and the status is definitely higher than that of the princes and kings."

"The mountains are opened tombs, the erection of the Moth Mountain is hollowed out, and a large amount of bluestone from the northern region is used as initiation, yellow intestines are made up, living people are buried with burials, cherishing many large plants, and a separate sacrificial pit. And so on."

Sister Hong sighed.

"This is the most scary underground tomb group I have ever seen since I entered the industry."

"Although the tomb owner is not the Emperor of Zhou."
Chapter completed!