As he learned more and more, the confusion in his heart became more and more. Wu Xie felt itchy and opened his mouth to continue asking.
However, looking at the complicated expression on Xiao Hua's face, Wu Xie finally shut up and remained silent...
Firstly, now is really not the time to talk about this in detail, and secondly, during this period of time, Wu Xie has gained a lot more understanding of this childhood sweetheart.
Wu Xie knew in his heart that if he continued to ask questions, Xiaohua would reveal something more.
But Wu Xie finally understood that this childhood sweetheart, who was a bit more delicate and delicate than ordinary women, also had many depressing things buried in her heart that could not be told to others.
Da da da...
Just when the atmosphere in the room became a little dull, suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded again.
this time...
Is it ringing from deeper below?
Wu Xie and the other three looked at each other in confusion. Could this be the same unknown thing as the footsteps they heard before?
"Mmp, uncle, according to what he said, without eldest brother present, it is absolutely possible for the Huo family to get things from there. It does not mean that the most valuable treasures were given away by these archaeological teams decades later.
Touched away?"
"Could it be that Uncle Eighth was also part of this archaeological team back then?"
In the eighth row above Zhang Ruitong, among the names that were not grandchildren, there appeared a name that was simply too unfamiliar to the younger brother and others - Zhang Qishan!
The eighth one is a long and narrow strip-shaped mark one meter long...
That name is quite familiar to everyone, but...
After hearing what the little brother said, the fat man's eyes immediately lit up. Qi Hua said that he took it from the little brother's hand and brought it to his wrist.
Perhaps due to proper preservation, the bones in the coffin were still broken and covered with a cotton-like substance.
But there always seems to be a layer of fog that makes it difficult to see and touch clearly, which makes people have a headache.
Before eight places, Wu Xie and others saw traces of where things had been placed, but the things had long been taken away.
"Why else? It's just that you know the goods!"
Instinct told Wu Xie that there seemed to be something hidden there that was attracting me.
Wu Xie smiled slightly, but it was also a show of confidence. He took out the white knife that belonged to his eldest brother from his waist, and put it down hastily. It was a perfect fit, without any difference!
The little brother scratched his head and smiled uninterestedly.
After saying that, the fat man kissed the golden old beeswax with a smile.
Two of them are small and large rings. At a glance, you can tell that they are pairs of bracelets or something like that.
"Could his young master be more disgusting? He learned that problem from his Uncle Jin!"
"Lord Zhang Xiaofo is indeed from the mysterious Zhang family and is a member of the Big Brother clan."
"Whether Wu Ba Sheng participated in the retreat or not, to put it wrongly, the knife was returned to the eldest brother by unchaining the chain... It was returned to the eldest brother by Wu Ba Sheng's hand."
"Yes, Wu Xie, for the time being, those two things that look like bracelets, why don't you feel that those long bars look familiar?"
"Really, wait! You remember, that knife... was sold to Menyouping by Uncle Eight, and Uncle Ming was there at the time!"
Looking back, I saw a family tree carved on the inside of the underground coffin lid. At the center of the family tree was the owner of the coffin - Zhang Ruitong!
Seeing this, the fat man turned pale and cursed.
Hearing this, the younger brother and Dahua were startled and looked at it carefully. Dahua found something, but Yang Ai really felt more and more strange the more he looked at it.
"Gan! There is no difference between those archaeological teams and your tomb robbers?"
"It's the white knife in the big brother's hand."
"Tsk, you've obviously been fed, but are you still anxious when you smell fresh flesh and blood?"
Pulling aside the rotten brocade quilt, sure enough, there are more than a dozen burial objects arranged in a chaotic manner. Among the dozen or so burial objects that seem to be worth a lot of money, not eighty or even a jade pendant, and seventy-seven are rotten.
Unidentifiable leather goods.
Muttering to himself, Hu Ming waved his hand to sweep away the dust on the black wooden coffin with gold wire in front of him, and called the fat man who was looking forward to open the coffin together.
"Damn it, I finally found the evidence. From now on, Uncle Ming will always be vague in his words. Many things he wants to say clearly, but now..."
Up and down, the strange rhythm remains unchanged, which instinctively causes a chill to rise in people's hearts.
"Be good, don't be sad, these people know their stuff, Fatty, come and love them!"
"Stop and look at that!"
The little brother suddenly remembered the day he first met Wu Xie.
Hu Ming clicked his tongue without knowing it, closed his eyes and listened carefully, showing a strange expression, and subconsciously held the two swords at his waist with his hands.
"They were wrong about everything they said. Those things were really taken away by the archaeological team back then..."
"But, why did we only touch a few things? Look at that beeswax bracelet. You can tell from the color that it is something from Western Xinjiang. It is priceless!"
The relationship has not ended yet, and it has turned white. The most it can be replaced now is an off-road vehicle that was the first to be retired!
The fat man was still the same fat man, and he subconsciously held a dagger to open up the torn cotton wool formed by the rotting clothes, trying to fish out the valuable funerary objects outside.
Zhang Xiaofoye, Zhang Qishan!
Wu Xieman replied carefully, with a small part of his attention still focused on the two ring marks, one small and one large.
Wu Xie's mouth twitched and he looked at the fat man with disgust. At the same time, he measured the traces of the eight disappeared things with his fingers and said speculatively.
Just when Wu Xie was deep in thought, the fat man suddenly shouted.
Following Wu Xie's movements, several people focused their attention, and suddenly, the fat man said thoughtfully.
At a glance, one can tell whether there are any burial objects in the coffin, but the rotten brocade quilt above the corpse is undulating, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the burial objects are on top!
