Live treasure appraisal: Netizens asked me how to open the bronze door

Chapter 90 What kind of construction site is this? Brother Xuan, do you know it?

Deep in the yellow sand, a giant loess dragon is crawling on the reddish-yellow land.

The hundred-meter-high spine and the dozens-kilometer-long body block the yellow sand behind it, and the winding body forms a natural shelter.

Different from the desolation elsewhere, here you can see old locust trees of various shapes exuding vitality in the dry loess.

One of them was the thickest old locust tree growing on the edge of the loess slope. It had a nylon rope as thick as a thumb around its waist.

The rope was tied with a climbing knot and the other end was pulled very tight!
The nylon rope rubbed against the rough, cracked bark of the old locust tree, leaving a deep mark. Then, an orange-yellow figure climbed onto the loess cliff, clinging to the old locust tree.

"Whoo~"

Song Linglong patted the dust off her hands, stretched her head to look at Fatty Han and the others who were still struggling to climb up, and said to Heipi who was following closely behind them: "Your brother-in-law is as fat as a pig!"

"He can't get up unless you give him a hand!"

Heipi obediently climbed up the tree, wrapped the nylon rope around his arms a few times, and then pulled it up with force.

The muscles under the dark and shiny skin are as hard as steel!
After a while, Fatty Han and his wife climbed up.

"Damn it, this is going to kill me!"

Fatty Han didn't even care about getting his Givenchy jeans dirty. He just sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

Jinlian handed him the kettle and he gulped down two gulps. With his vision obscured by sweat, he looked dazedly at the towering loess dragon right in front of him!
In a trance, he saw a pale figure walking towards them from the giant loess dragon.

He wiped his eyes and then saw clearly that Song Linglong was walking towards the figure.

He turned around and asked Heipi, "What are they talking about?"

Heipi narrowed his eyes, listened carefully, and said to Fatty Han, "Ghost!"

Fatty Han was startled: "What about the ghost?"

Song Linglong's clear voice came from a distance: "The Ghost Buddha Temple has been found!"

Jinlian hurriedly pulled Fatty Han up: "Don't sit there, go and take a look!"

"Be careful not to let others take the lead!"

Fatty Han also felt stronger, and followed closely, shaking his big butt, muttering, "Isn't this the Ghost Buddha Temple?"

"Why does Heipi only listen halfway?"

After passing through several earth pillars carved out of yellow earth, they came to a dark cave.

Just standing at the entrance of the cave, I felt a sour and refreshing feeling, as if I was facing the air outlet of a large-capacity air conditioner set to the coldest setting in the middle of winter.

Fatty Han shuddered and looked inside: "Is that an ice hole?"

But before he looked up, he saw Song Linglong and the ghost boy striding in.

Song Linglong's voice came from inside: "There are holes everywhere here. Of course it's cold when the storm from the other side blows in."

"If you're scared, just wait for Master San and the others outside."

Fatty Han looked back at the sky that was getting darker and darker behind him, but snorted: "We've found the Ghost Buddha Temple, what are we waiting for them for?"

"It would be better if you died!"

As he said this, he put his hands into his sleeves and quickly followed inside.

"Fuck!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two stopped.

Song Linglong looked behind her, a look of doubt in her dark eyes: "Did you hear the sound?"

The ghost boy looked confused: "The wind is strong!"

Song Linglong blinked: "Oh."

She turned her head and looked straight ahead, at a huge space that was like an exhibition hall.

The high wall was covered with regular and neat chisel marks like twists of a thread.

Countless black holes appeared on the wall like a sieve.

The howling cold wind came in from here.

Song Linglong turned on the flashlight and shone it towards the row of Buddha statues on the carved wall below.

When the flashlight swept across them one by one, she showed surprise on her face: "Strange."

"Isn't it the Ghost Buddha Temple?"

“Why do these Buddha statues have no faces?”

She walked closer and saw that the five or six-meter-tall Buddha statues had different shapes, some sitting, some lying, and some standing; none of the seven Buddha statues were in the same posture.

But the strange thing is that they have no faces.

This was completely different from the ghost Buddha she knew.

"really weird."

"Don't you know either?"

She turned around and saw that the ghost child came in before her and should know more than her.

But there was no trace of the ghost child behind him.

"what?"

"What about people?"

She called out, but still no response.

"Ok?"

She tensed up a little, and the sound of the sobbing wind suddenly became a little more terrifying.

He knew that the ghost boy was different from ordinary people and could sense things that ordinary people could not.

If there wasn't something special attracting him, the ghost boy would never leave her vicinity.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became. She took a deep breath and walked deeper into the cave. The light circle swept around, and a series of gray-yellow cloth-like things hung in the dark area in the southwest corner.

She counted hundreds of them.

The light shone through the gaps in the swaying cloth, and she could vaguely see a familiar white shadow standing there with its back to her, motionless!
"Ghost boy."

As she opened her mouth, a sudden cold wind blew from behind her and messed up the strips of cloth.

By the time the cloth strip returned to calm again, the ghost child had disappeared!

She widened her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then walked up slowly. Just as she got closer, the cloth strip suddenly began to shake violently.

From the gap in the cloth, she could vaguely see that it seemed to be a black coffin!
Her face changed drastically and she stepped back hastily, but the coffin suddenly rushed out from behind the curtain and stopped steadily in front of her!

"Why is the coffin moving?"

A sharp chill rushed straight to the top of his head, and his whole body froze there!
Just as she came to her senses and was about to run away, she saw a white shadow standing up from the other end of the coffin.

The dull face and thin body was none other than the lost ghost child.

"you"

Anger instantly surged across Song Linglong's pale face: "What are you doing pushing a coffin out here?"

"Want to scare me to death?"

The ghost boy shook his head and pointed at the coffin board: "Words!"

Song Linglong was stunned for a moment, then shone the flashlight on the coffin lid, and saw two rows of familiar but unknown characters engraved on the coffin lid!
She looked up at the ghost boy in surprise: "Is this the Yin-Yang Seal?"

Studio.

The shadow of the Warring States Tomb seems to have been quickly forgotten by the audience with the opening of today’s joyful show!

Zhang Xuan also felt very relaxed.

Facing the copper coin held by the online treasurer, he couldn't help but joked: "Xuande Tongbao, the quality is pretty good!"

“It looks like it was just unearthed!”

"If you pass it on, I'll give you four steamed buns!"

A surprised voice came from the other side: "So cheap?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Be content, if Yongle Tongbao is only worth a steamed bun."

"But these things are all in pieces. I see you guys are outside. Did you dig them up at the construction site?"

"If it were a whole bunch, it would be worth a lot of money."

The other party said after a while: "Why are there only a few?"

"This guy is so well dressed, how can he be poor?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned: "This person is poor?"

He picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Wait a minute."

"Why do you make me feel a little nervous?"

"I'm telling you, you'd better not make trouble for me!"

“I’m afraid of this!”

There was a burst of laughter from three or four people on the other side: "Just kidding, anchor, don't panic, help me look at this again!"

Zhang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Take it out!"

Suddenly, a black silver ingot appeared in the lens shining on the stone.

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes: "The back!"

The man turns his back to the camera.

All I saw was black honeycomb-like holes all over it.

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Congratulations!"

"The official silver from the Ming Dynasty is old!"

“It’s just a little small!”

"Daqian, right!"

"Is there any more?"

Opposite: “Yes!”

"What about this?"

Suddenly, a round copper piece filled with sand and with faint spots of rust appeared in the camera.

Zhang Xuan suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Fuck~"

“Isn’t this a heart-protecting mirror?”

"The heart-protecting mirror worn by ancient generals!"

"Where did you get it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other side took out a rusty goose-feather-shaped long sword and placed it in front of the camera.

Zhang Xuan frowned: "Huh, Yanling Knife?"

"What construction site was it found at?"

The camera shook a few times, and the man stood up and looked around, only to see the sky full of yellow sand blocking his view.

“I don’t know what kind of construction site this is.”

"Brother Xuan, do you know him?"

"puff!"

Zhang Xuan spit out a mouthful of tea: "Damn it!"

"Wait for me here?"

(End of this chapter)