As expected, it worked, and Chen Xing's eyes lit up.
Because his back was to Huang Hu, Huang Hu didn't see anything strange about Chen Xing.
Huang Hu said: "That is a part cut from the wall next to the coffin on the bottom floor of the tomb. It is strange to say that the coffin is blocked by walls on all sides, and there are stone carvings on every wall."
Chen Xing could also roughly guess where Huang Hu got these murals and stone carvings.
The world is not that strict about the protection of ancient cultural relics. The laws related to the protection of cultural relics are not sound, and there are many loopholes that can be exploited.
“Speaking of which, there is another interesting thing.” Huang Hu said, “I heard from the staff who went to the tomb that in addition to the four relief walls of the coffin, there were also more than a dozen clay figurines erected next to the coffin.
Open it, and it’s full of broken mummies.”
"The mummies are of little value, and no one likes to collect such perverted things, so I donated them all to the Provincial Museum."
Chen Xing remained silent. As expected, the power of capitalists is powerful.
I am afraid that the main purpose of Huang Hu's exploration of the ancient tomb was the funerary objects. The cultural relics of the funerary objects should have been basically looted. Not only that, he also did not miss the murals and stone carvings in the remaining tomb chambers.
I might as well dig them all out, create a traveling exhibition of murals, and then create a wave of popularity.
I'm afraid even the tomb owner's underwear has been used completely.
"Uncle Huang, are there any similar stone carvings like this?" Chen Xing asked.
He basically looked at all the dozen or so murals stored in the room. Except for the feedback on the stone carvings, he received no feedback on the others.
Chen Xing opened the attribute panel and found that half of the gold attribute points were full.
"There are, but they are all on display at the front of the museum. If you want to see them, you can go to the front to see them." Huang Hu said with a smile.
The exhibits in the museum are all placed in glass, so you can't touch them and it's useless...
Chen Xing was a little disappointed.
But it was not without gain, at least this time he was more certain that the golden attribute points were related to ancient cultural relics.
I just don’t know why some ancient cultural relics can bring feedback to me, but others can’t.
Is it historical heritage? Or is it that cultural relics that can bring you golden attribute point feedback have special features that other ordinary cultural relics cannot match.
Just as Chen Xing was thinking, the sound of breaking glass and the screams of a large number of tourists suddenly came from the direction of the museum.
Huang Hu frowned and stood up from the sofa.
Outside, a bodyguard opened the door and said, "Mr. Huang, there are people making trouble in front of the museum. Those making trouble are high-spirited and not afraid of pain. It's a bit like the style of a cult group."
"Here's a cult? What are those madmen who talk about themselves all day long, and why are they causing trouble for me?" Huang Hu frowned.
"I am doing business peacefully and have nothing to do with them, yet they actually made trouble at my place. Where is Lao Jiang?"
"Captain Jiang went to the front to resolve the matter," the bodyguard said.
Chen Xing looked out the door, and with a cursory glance at the door, he could see no less than four or five bodyguards guarding the door, looking around vigilantly.
"Let Lao Jiang pay attention to safety. We won't go there yet. I'll go over after the matter is settled." Huang Hu asked the bodyguard to clear the way, and he and Chen Xing left through the back door of the museum.
Before leaving, Huang Hu suddenly paused, instructing the two bodyguards to pick up a mural and a stone sculpture and leave.
"Crush the rest to me."
Chen Xing followed Huang Hu out of the house. He heard the sound of broken murals and stone carvings in the back room. The group retreated safely without being attacked on the way.
There is a special bulletproof car parked behind the museum.
Huang Hu asked Chen Xing to get in the car with him.
"No need to leave, just wait here for the situation." Huang Hu closed the car and handed Chen Xing a cigar. He stuck his head out of the window and told the bodyguards. "You put the murals and stone carvings in the back car."
In the carriage of the car.”
"Don't you want those other murals and stone carvings..." Chen Xing felt a little distressed.
He felt sorry for those possible golden attribute points, and he didn't know if the stone would be able to continue to provide him with golden attribute points if it was damaged during the battle.
Huang Hu looked calm.
"I signed a contract with the museum. If it's really damaged, it's because there's something wrong with the museum's security. They have to pay for it."
As he spoke, Huang Hu exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, "And it's best if both of them are broken. If they are broken, my two stone carvings and murals will be out of print."
"The ones that are out of print are the most expensive ones."
"As for those cult members, don't worry. They are just a bunch of mad dogs who just like to cause trouble. They always like to make trouble in places with a lot of traffic."
Chen Xing was puzzled. He had actually read some information about cult groups on the Internet, but it was not detailed.
Moreover, most of the news comes from abroad, and there are not many cult groups in Stargazing Country.
And most of them are hidden underground.
Seeing the confusion on Chen Xing's face, Huang Hu explained: "Those cults believe in some so-called 'evil gods'. In fact, they are just some inexplicable ghost symbols, or some portraits and statues of demons and monsters.
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"And these cult members follow a different path from orthodox martial arts warriors. They provide power through faith."
“Can faith also provide strength?”
"Well, it is said that it stimulates the human body through belief. I don't know the specific details. Anyway, some people who want to get something for nothing and are too lazy to practice believe in evil gods." Huang Hu said with disdain.
"People who have believed in this ghost for a long time have become abnormal. The brains of those people in the cult are different from the thinking patterns of normal people." Huang Hu said.
"If you end up like a human being and a ghost, it won't matter if you gain strength. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to prolong your life and enjoy life better." Huang Hu took out a bottle of red wine from the freezer in the car.
"Come on, don't talk about this anymore."
Chen Xing followed Huang Hu in the car for about ten minutes.
There were footsteps outside the car, and Chen Xing heard the bodyguard outside calling Captain Jiang.
When Chen Xing heard the news, he saw a tall man with regular features striding out from the back door of the museum.
The man, wearing a white coat and black trousers, walked hurriedly out of the car door.
Huang Hu lowered the window and said, "Lao Jiang, have those little thieves been dealt with?"
After approaching, Lao Jiang's lips that had been tightly pressed suddenly opened, spit out a large mouthful of blood, fell to his knees, and squeezed out two words from his throat, "Mr. Huang, run!"
After speaking, his body tilted and his burly body fell to the ground.
As he spoke, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Chen Xing saw a large group of people wearing turbans, black robes and veils rushing out from the back door of the museum.
The only eyes these people showed were crazy and hot, like a group of crazy hyenas.