Don’t forget, Liang Han and others said at the beginning that those around them...
Those were all buried with objects.
Among them, there are many private collections that they have pursued throughout their lives.
Having no one to help would actually be more beneficial to Han Sanqian.
"ha!"
A shovel went down immediately.
"ha!"
Another shovel down!
In the silent and dark night, sounds were heard constantly.
Han Sanqian was doing it passionately...
Half an hour later, an old grave was dug up in a dignified manner.
As soon as Han Sanqian moved his hand, a burst of energy instantly knocked over a branch next to him.
Then when it flew back to Han Sanqian, it exploded again. When it stopped completely at its feet, it was already a proper coffin.
"Senior, I'm home."
After looking at the bones on the ground, Han Sanqian bowed devoutly, then jumped into the pit and put the bones into the new coffin one by one.
Afterwards, he gave the coffin a name and a mark, and followed the name to remember the approximate location told by the great gods in order to facilitate future planning and sorting out the most suitable route to send them home.
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"What's this?"
Han Sanqian frowned. Next to the skeleton, under the moist soil, a string of beads attracted Han Sanqian's attention.
Han Sanqian knelt down slightly and picked it up slowly.
It looks like Buddhist beads, but is made of jade. The center bead is engraved with two words, Tianyuan.
Han Sanqian struggled a lot, but it was a pity that he didn't find any solution.
After putting the beads into the storage ring again, Han Sanqian quickly started working on the next grave.
One after another.
When morning came, when the trees around the graves had been turned into telegraph poles, Han Sanqian's grave digging operation finally came to an end.
Han Sanqian was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and he leaned helplessly under a big tree to rest.
Even though he is already a Taoist, according to common sense, digging dozens of holes is not a big deal, even digging dozens more is just a small job for him.
But today was different. In order to show his piety and respect, Han Sanqian almost did not use any real power in the whole process, but did it step by step and carefully by himself.
However, being tired is happy.
First, it is extremely meaningful to send the souls of these old seniors back to their hometowns, and they have all helped me a lot.
Without their teaching of magical skills, Han Sanqian's trip to Luocheng would never be what it is now, and he would most likely have died long ago.
Therefore, in Han Sanqian's eyes, they were not only his former rivals, but also his friends and even his teachers.
Secondly...
Secondly, it’s a bit vulgar…
In one night, Han Sanqian dug so many graves and basically counted them...
There are about seventeen incomprehensible mysterious books in total, seven unknown things that look like treasures but don't look like treasures, and...
Two very strange objects...
The reason why he uses the word object to describe it is that Han Sanqian has no idea how to describe these things.
It looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a sword but not a knife. It is about half a meter long. Its whole body has an irregular shape, some like hexagons and some like heptagons.
Han Sanqian struggled for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what these two objects were, let alone what they were used for.
However, no matter what you say, no matter whether you understand it or not, one thing is certain for Han Sanqian, that is, these things are definitely not ordinary things.
They are most likely to be some unworldly divine objects, but I don't know them for the time being. After all, if not, how could these things become the burial objects of these great gods.
Therefore, no matter from which aspect, although Han Sanqian is very tired now, in fact, this guy is tired and happy at the same time.
"Okay." Han Sanqian stood up from the ground with a smile, and then waved his hand with a burst of energy, and the dug holes were instantly refilled with soil.
If the trees that were gathered around like telegraph poles were telling what happened last night, it would seem as if nothing really happened in front of them.
Suddenly, at this moment, Han Sanqian's smile froze on his face: "Fuck, that's terrible."
