Tangtang's eyes were attracted by the murals on the wall as soon as he entered the Dark Clan. His shrewd eyes immediately lit up.
"Sigh, this isn't an ordinary good thing. The patterns are so old.”
"You can't walk after seeing the mural?”
Wu Sizhen casually pressed the memorial tablet on the ancestral hall, and the door with the mural on it opened.
The young man who was inspecting the mural took a step back in surprise and turned to look at Wu Sizhen who was talking to Tangtang. It wouldn't be strange if this person discovered the mechanism.
Tangtang's eyes nearly popped out when he saw the bronze artifacts in the room. If he could sell these items, they would be worth quite a bit of money.
Wu Tianzhen explained the device and the bronze plate to the young man. However, it was obvious from the young man's expression that he did not know much about the device.
The few of them fell silent again. With such a painstaking setup and such a large bell as a burial object, the person buried here was definitely not an ordinary person. However, no one could remember anyone related to Ray.
Wu Sizhen, who had finally finished reading the entire mural, raised his head and waved his flashlight at the person standing next to the bronze coffin.
"I understand what's on this mural. Come quickly and I'll tell you.”
"Isn't this mural the story of the little man listening to thunder? Didn't we all see it just now? Could it be that this place was buried with Lei Zhenzi?”
Although she was complaining, the first person to come over was Wang Yueban.
"What Lei Zhenzi? If this place was Lei Zhenzi, it wouldn't be the tomb of the emperor but the tomb of the gods.”
"There is no record of the tomb owner in history. He is from a legend. An alchemist of the Han Dynasty sat looking at the sea and saw a mirage one day. The ancients did not know whether it was real or not, so they simply took a boat to investigate.”
Wu Sizhen's flashlight shone on the mural building
"This is the place, the Drifting Cloud Nation of the Southern Sea.”
Wu Tianzhen and Wang Yueban obviously hadn't heard of this, but if they could find the tomb, it wasn't just a legend, but a real fact.
"The king of this country is the King of the South Sea. The people have seven ears and can even hear the Thunder God. The King of the South Sea has been addicted to listening to thunder all his life, hoping to communicate with the heavens and realize his wish.”
Wu Tianzhen fell into deep thought as he looked at the portrait of the King of South Sea, while Tangtang, who was beside him, said with a look of realization,"
"Fourth Uncle, do you mean that this tomb belongs to the King of the South Sea?”
Tangtang had been collecting antiques for many years, so he naturally had some understanding of this kind of unorthodox historical legend. He understood most of it after listening to Wu Sizhen's rough explanation.
"Yes, the corpse in this coffin has seven ears. Coupled with the age of the bronze artifact, it should be from that era. As for 044, it should be the serial number of the tomb of the King of the South Sea.”
The moment Wu Sizhen finished looking at the mural, he basically connected the previous events.
Now, other than the things in the well, everything that could be observed had a corresponding answer.
After listening to the story of the King of the South Sea, the little brother walked to the bronze coffin and looked into the well. He seemed to have seen something.
Wu Sizhen followed the young man's gaze and looked down. The water below was not transparent, but had a strange white color. It was not even stagnant water, and it was still surging.
Just as Wu Sizhen was wondering when the snake would come out, the little brother jumped into the well.
The few of them were used to the way the little brother acted without saying a word. For a moment, they surrounded the bronze coffin and looked down.
"Little brother, is there anything down there?”
The young man shone his flashlight on the words on the wall and read,"
"The Southern Sea's Falling Clouds, the Hundred Yue Snake, and the Southern Sea's Wang Zhi.”
These few sentences could prove that Wu Sizhen's explanation was correct. This place was the tomb of the South Sea King.
"But what do you mean by a hundred Yue snake species?”
Wang Yueban pondered for a while and asked. The word 'South Sea' fit the legend just now, but the Baiyue Snake was a new word.
"The Han Dynasty Baiyue people worshipped snakes very much. This place should be the cemetery of the Baiyue they bought…There might even be snakes down there.”
Wu Sizhen explained, but the water in the well was white, so he couldn't see what was inside.
"It can't be. This tomb has been around for hundreds of years, and it might have changed places. Even if there were snakes, they would have died.”
Tangtang clearly reacted and said,"
"There are indeed quite a few ancient countries around here, but in history, these small ancient countries will disappear very quickly, so it's normal that they didn't leave any records. The Southern Sea's Drifting Cloud Nation is now a legend because we can't find the exact address.”
"From what you two said, this legend is about to become history.”
Wang Yueban clearly found it hard to believe that this legend had come true, and she looked at Tangtang in disbelief.
This kind of thing was quite troublesome to explain. After all, so far, this was the only tomb that could prove the King of South Sea. It was not impossible to say that it was imitated by his fanatical followers.
In order to avoid quarreling with this contradiction, Wu Sizhen decisively turned his attention to the little brother in the well.
"There's something down here. Little brother, do you think you should move to the side?”
The young man was touching the water when he heard Wu Sizhen's hint. He looked up at him and touched the wall of the cave.
Sure enough, the little brother took out a wrapped thing and threw it over.
Wu Sizhen stepped on the side of the bronze coffin and reached out to catch it. Then, he put it into the portable space.
"You can leave the others alone, but you still have to take this thing.”
Wang Yueban, who was watching from the side, was stunned. He must have seen the little brother throw something out of the water, but Wu Sizhen disappeared almost instantly after he took it.
Wang Yueban blinked her eyes to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her eyes. Could this fourth uncle know some magic tricks?
Tangtang was coveting the chime bells at the side of the tomb. He probably couldn't take the bronze bell away, but he could at least take a few of these small chime bells.
If this thing went out, he wouldn't be able to see it again. Tangtang couldn't help but reach out and knock on the editor's clock.
A series of chimes rang out, and Wu Tianzhen turned to glare at Tangtang nervously when he heard the tremors caused by the bell."
"What are you touching? If you make this bell ring, you'll be deaf today.”
Tangtang clearly hadn't seen the power of the bronze bell yet, and he continued to fiddle with the chime bell. He even said in a somewhat intoxicated manner,"
"Sigh, listen to this. This is a musical instrument from the Han Dynasty.”
As he fiddled with it, the chimes made a crisp sound, and the entire tomb trembled violently.
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PS: Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can you throw a flower?
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