Suddenly, there seemed to be some noise coming from outside the shop, and Zhang Sanpao's expression suddenly changed.

"Put your things here first!"

After saying that, he quickly ran away from the house, climbed over the fence like a monkey, and disappeared into the darkness.

I was startled and quickly closed the door, fearing that I might cause some trouble.

I threw the thing on the bed casually, and then made a cup of tea. The more I thought about it, the less I understood.

What on earth did this San Pao do that was so outrageous that he was hunted down?

And why did you throw this hot potato into my store? I'm very angry now.

How many of those who dare to fight are good? If someone catches up with me, I will definitely hand over my things as soon as possible. I have already made plans secretly.

However, until I turned off the lights for a long time, there was no other movement outside the shop.

When I think of that mysterious thing wrapped in rags on the bed, my heart feels like a cat scratching its paws, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

Finally, I couldn't help but pick up the package and opened it carefully.

But after just one glance, I was trembling with fear!

This fucking thing turned out to be a half-broken dead man's skull. Directly above the skull, there was some slightly moist soil, which had obviously been dug out not long ago.

I looked at the skull carefully with a flashlight and found that there was nothing inside it, so I was a little puzzled.

The appearance of this thing is not much different from a modern human skull, and it probably has no collection value. Why is Zhang Sanpao so mysterious?

Is this guy trying to blackmail me?

A bad thought came into my mind.

After hesitating for a moment, I patiently checked the skull again. This time I checked very carefully, not even a crack was missed, but I still found nothing.

I couldn't help but frown. Judging from Zhang Sanpao's expression at that time, he probably wasn't lying, unless he was an Oscar winner.

But if that's the case, what's the secret behind this skull?

I put on gloves and inspected the skull for the third time. The surface was white and smooth, and there was nothing attractive about it.

I put the flashlight between my legs, then held up the skull and looked at the light bulb.

Suddenly, I was shocked!

I saw some scratches inside the skull. I took a magnifying glass and copied some of the scratches on the paper. As I copied them, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if I had seen these scratches somewhere before.

The same marks.

When I looked at these scratches carefully, my whole face changed color, and now I finally understood where that strange feeling came from.

These scratches are nothing but the words that Fatty and I carved out from the Qingyang Bottle at that time!

My heart was beating wildly. Looking at the broken skull in my hand, my face turned blue and black.

In half a year, which is not short at all, I have gradually come out of the shadow of Li Si’s tomb, and now I am related to this tomb again!

I secretly studied the rubbings that were supposed to be given to Uncle Ming. The writing strokes on it were very smooth, like tadpoles, and the details were handled very well. Although there were only thirty characters, they were completely consistent with Chinese characters.

Different, if you don't know the meaning of their root words, you can't understand what this passage wants to express.

I also specifically asked several archaeologists, and their answers were: This has never happened before in Chinese history.

The more mysterious the text, the more terrifying the secret it represents!

I hid the skull under the bed and blocked it with a pile of debris.

This night, I couldn't even close my eyes, and I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep.

Is the appearance of Zhang Sanpao a conspiracy?

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that the words in Li Si's tomb would appear in his hand?

I spent the whole night in this kind of random thoughts, and I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

I didn't get up until three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, and I forced myself not to think about it.

Now even if there are these clues, so what?

In the past, I was driven by money, so I went to look for Qingyang Zun. Now I still have a few million left in my hand, so there is no need to take risks.

Although I had made up my mind, at eleven o'clock that night, after the shop closed, I couldn't help but crawl under the bed and wanted to take out the skull and study it again.

But after I moved the debris and other things away, I was dumbfounded. Why was the skull missing?

Looking at the bare bottom of the bed, my head didn't come to my senses.

I subconsciously went to dig through the piles of debris, but these things were all large storage boxes. No matter what, the skeleton would not roll into the box!

"There's no way it's gone. I've been checking the store all day today. Can this thing still fly?"

Now I wonder if my memory is bad and I hid the skull somewhere else. I opened the boxes one by one and rummaged through the shop, but the skull just disappeared out of thin air.

Already.

I suddenly felt a little creepy. Someone must have sneaked into the shop while I was sleeping and took away the skull.

Could it be Zhang Sanpao?

The first thing I thought of was Zhang Sanpao. This man was as agile as a mouse. It can be seen from the two movements he made before that the disappearance of the skull was definitely related to him.

This guy isn't going to come back and say I lost his stuff and he wants compensation, right?

I felt a little uneasy in my heart. This guy is not a good person. Even when my grandfather cooperated with him, he was always careful and careful, for fear of being bitten. If he deliberately deceived me, a young child, it would be just a joke.

I struggled for a long time and didn't know what to do, so I just didn't care. Anyway, the skull was forced on me by Zhang Sanpao, so I wasn't afraid even if it caused trouble.

Then I stuffed all the messy storage boxes in the house under the bed, but when I stuffed the last box back, I accidentally bumped into something hard.

It's a small CD.

I was in a daze holding that CD. It definitely couldn't be my plate, because I don't have the hobby of watching street-stall movies.

This CD was probably left to me intentionally by Zhang Sanpao, right?

I was suddenly very curious about the contents of the CD and whether Zhang Sanpao wanted to tell me something.

I rummaged around the house and found the CD-ROM drive, then inserted the CD into the computer and connected it.

After opening it, I found that there was only one video file inside, so I opened the icon nervously.

This video was only three minutes long, and the picture was pitch black. I frowned and turned up the sound a little louder, but I found that there was only a noisy sound of "rustling" in it.

I held my breath and stared at the screen, not wanting to miss a second.

If this is the CD deliberately left by Zhang Sanpao, then there must be a highlight later.
Chapter completed!