Early the next morning, Jin Hao drove Zhang Fan, Huang Qingyun and his wife in a rented car to the Xixia Imperial Tomb.
"Ms. Li, last time you came to the Xixia Royal Tombs, how many scenic spots did you visit?"
Zhang Fan asked, "The six of them in the dormitory have been traveling in the Xia Ning area for seven days in total. It is impossible to visit such a large royal tomb."
"I left Tailing, Kangling and the Cultural Relics Museum, but I didn't leave the others, Dean Zhang."
Li Pingping replied.
"Then let's go to Tailing and Kangling and the Cultural Relics Museum today."
Zhang Fan said to Jin Hao that Li Pingping went to these two scenic spots and a museum. The disease must have been contracted in these three places. First, cure Li Pingping's disease and then see if there are any clues about the real dragon's feet.
"good."
Jin Hao responded, realizing Zhang Fan's intention.
After about three hours of driving, the four of them arrived at the entrance of the scenic spot. Although the Xixia Dynasty had been destroyed, people here still advocated Buddhism. Outside the scenic spot, rows of monks were sitting cross-legged and meditating.
The three of them didn't stay too much outside the scenic spot. They bought tickets directly into the scenic spot, took the sightseeing bus, and came to the first stop, Tailing, which is the burial place of Jingzong Li Yuanhao.
Tailing has been excavated, so only some ruins are left, and there is no particularly complete landscape.
Zhang Fan collected some corpse energy from Li Pingping's body, and then used Xuanmen magic and medical skills to print it on two pieces of yellow talisman paper, in order to find the corpse oil that had the same origin as the corpse energy.
It took an hour, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun took the yellow talisman paper and sensed all the locations of the entire Tailing Tomb.
"Did you find anything?
Dean Zhang?"
Jin Hao asked.
"No, let's go to Kangling."
Zhang Fan replied.
Afterwards, the four of them took a sightseeing bus to Kangling. The situation in Kangling was similar to that of Tailing. It had also been excavated, leaving only a piece of excavation ruins. Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun still did not sense any special situation.
"The only thing left is the museum. If the corpse oil we are looking for is on some cultural relics, or even some important corpses, it will be difficult for us to get it."
Huang Qingyun looked at Zhang Fan and said.
Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, and then said: "Let's go and take a look first, and then we'll talk."
"good."
Huang Qingyun replied.
Then, the four of them took a sightseeing bus and came to the museum, which contains a large number of Xixia cultural relics. Together with the murals on the walls, it gives people a feeling of dreaming back to Xixia.
The four of them were admiring the cultural relics in the museum. While admiring the cultural relics, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun continued to use talismans to search for corpse oil that matched the corpse's aura.
When Huang Qingyun stopped next to a black wooden board covered with a glass cover, the talisman in his hand suddenly lit up, and the corpse energy spread on it suddenly evaporated, and then penetrated directly into the black wooden board.
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"Brother Fan, Brother Fan..." Huang Qingyun called Zhang Fan twice excitedly.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan walked quickly towards Huang Qingyun.
"Brother Fan, look..." Huang Qingyun pointed to the yellow talisman paper in his hand and the black wooden board in the glass cover.
Zhang Fan began to carefully examine the black wooden board in the glass cover. There was indeed a small black block on the wooden board that looked like black asphalt and was about the size of a child's little finger.
At this moment, Jin Hao and Li Pingping also came over, came to Zhang Fan's side, and asked: "Two gentlemen, have you discovered anything?"
"This is the corpse oil that matches the corpse aura in your body."
Zhang Fan pointed at the small black block and said.
As soon as these words came out, a touch of excitement appeared on the faces of Jin Hao and Li Pingping. For them, this represented the hope of life.
The introduction about this board written on the nameplate is that it is the coffin board of Li Jinghao unearthed from Tailing.
"Is this...this thing for sale?"
Jin Hao said subconsciously.
"It shouldn't be sold. You can ask about the situation."
Zhang Fan said to Jin Hao.
"Please, gentlemen, please stay here and watch. I'll go find someone to ask."
After saying that, Jin Hao quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
Zhang Fan and the others looked at the wooden board while continuing to look at the brilliant culture of Xixia.
About half an hour later, Jin Hao ran back sweating and panting.
"How about it?"
Li Pingping was the first to ask.
Jin Hao shook his head with a bitter look on his face, "This thing is not for sale, and you can't open it to look at it. I said I only wanted the corpse oil on it, but he said it wouldn't work. I knelt down and begged him, but it still didn't work. How could they see death?
What if we don’t save him?
How could this be?"
"Hey...it seems like this is the end of my life!"
Li Pingping sighed heavily.
"No! No! I must save you!"
Jin Hao's tone was full of determination. His eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he turned his gaze to the glass cover.
It seems that Jin Hao wants to be strong.
Zhang Fan quickly stopped Jin Hao and put his hand on Jin Hao's shoulder, "Don't be impulsive! I'll go find the curator and talk to him."
"You..." Jin Hao wanted to say something, but held it back and continued, "Sure, then be careful."
"Don't be impulsive. If you force yourself, even if you get this thing, I won't treat your wife."
Zhang Fan was afraid that Jin Hao would be impulsive, so he said seriously.
"Okay, okay, I understand, Dean Zhang."
Jin Hao said helplessly.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun went downstairs and came to the museum director's office to work. Zhang Fan knocked on the door a few times, and a rather magnetic voice of a middle-aged man came from the room.
"Come in……"
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun entered the door, and behind the red solid wood desk sat a middle-aged man in his fifties, with his hair parted and neatly dressed.
"What's the matter with you two?"
The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand and asked.
"I just came here because of what happened just now."
Zhang Fan said straight to the point.
The curator glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "Please come back, and don't come here again. If you come again, I won't see you again."
"We don't want the coffin board, just the black lumps on it. This thing is not a cultural relic, and you will not be held responsible for it."
Zhang Fan said, "What's more, we want that black lump to save people. Besides, we don't want it in vain. I can do you a favor."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the curator sneered, "We are strangers, how can you help me?
You guys should go quickly, I'm sorry, I have to get off work."
With that said, the curator packed his things and headed out.
"Don't you want to relieve your mother's pain?"
Zhang Fan suddenly said.
Judging from the curator's appearance, the curator's mother has a hidden health problem that tortures her every day.