The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 689 Don't take the treasure! The mountain will collapse!
The white light struggled and thrashed about. Each movement sent sharp pains through Shen Le's fingers and palms, as if he were holding a hedgehog with his bare hands.

This was only possible because of him; an ordinary person would probably have had their palm pierced through, riddled with hundreds of holes. Even Shen Le couldn't ignore the pain.

Shen Le was not surprised but delighted. The struggle was good, the strength was good! It meant this was a treasure! If he could subdue it, it was his—uh, were there people from the Special Affairs Bureau nearby? Never mind, catch it first!
He took a deep breath and circulated the heat within his body. The five elements of the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword were rapidly mobilized, and according to the sword technique he had practiced before, he condensed the metal element power.

A faint white light enveloped his palm, which he squeezed inwards. The white light shot upwards and downwards, curled into a ball, and then suddenly exploded, churning back and forth several times before finally settling down.

Before Shen Le could get a closer look, a professor rushed over in a hurry, raising his camera:

"Here you go! Here you go! Move your hands a little! Turn it around, so it faces the sun—okay! Thanks! Flip it over again!"

While he was rambling on, Shen Le had already seen clearly that what was struggling in his hand was a tiger tally—strictly speaking, half a tiger tally.

With its legs bent, head held high and mouth open, its long tail curled slightly behind it, as if it might pounce at any moment, and the gems in its eyes gleamed like pure gold.

The entire piece was made of pure copper, yet it showed no signs of oxidation or turning green. Several lines of text were inlaid on its body using gold inlay techniques. Shen Le couldn't read them fluently in his haste, and could only decipher the small seal script characters one by one, intermittently:

"The symbol of Jia... is on the right... is on the left... is it the master? Above? Private?"

His seal script skills were so-so, the kind you could get 98 points on a test, but would immediately forget it all afterward. However, two heads had already squeezed over, one on the left and one on the right, resting on his shoulders to examine it closely;
The surrounding area was still buzzing with noise. The photos that had just been taken had obviously already been sent to the group chat. The professors were holding their phones, their eyes practically glued to the screens.
"The Emperor is on the right! The Princess is on the left! This is Princess Pingyang's military tally! It's Princess Pingyang Zhao's military tally!!!"

"Let me see! Let me see!!!"

Once that shout was uttered, the scene spiraled out of control. Not only could the archaeology professors not contain themselves, but even Shen Le's mentor, who worked in ancient architecture restoration, couldn't suppress his excited heart and wanted to reach out and touch it.

Seeing the throng of people rushing forward, with two hands almost touching the tiger tally, Shen Le struggled free and escaped into the pool, standing in the center of the pool on his feet.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I haven't managed to control it yet! It'll run away!!!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands, and the white light on his palms loosened slightly. The edges of the tiger tally immediately became blurred, revealing a bright light, and it struggled fiercely, its mouth even opening wide to bite Shen Le's palm.

With a snap, white light scattered everywhere. It only calmed down and returned to its normal tiger tally form after Shen Le tightened his grip again.

"Ugh……"

"what……"

Sighs filled the air. The two professors who rushed the fastest had already stepped into the water with their shoes on, and only managed to avoid falling into the pool thanks to the divers' strenuous efforts.

They stared at Shen Le, who seemed to float in mid-air, standing in the middle of the pool, without even getting his shoes wet, and finally realized what was happening:
In this world, some people are no longer ordinary; they can't be treated like ordinary people. There are some things they can't touch; if it's necessary to call in the Special Affairs Bureau, then they have to be called in…

"Where are the Special Affairs Bureau personnel? Where are the professionals? Do you have anything that can properly store this?" Shen Le had already started shouting:
"I think this tiger tally is at least a first-class cultural relic! What can keep it safe and prevent it from running around? I can't carry it around all day long!"

The special affairs bureau guy squeezed through with great difficulty. This archaeological expedition was large-scale, and they had a lot of people with them. They sent a separate vehicle, half carrying people and half carrying various equipment.

At that moment, Shen Le shouted, and a man and a woman filed in.

The girl was carrying a glass box, larger than a pencil case, while the boy was carrying a wooden box that was about a foot and a half long, a foot wide, and a little over half a foot tall. With each step, they grimaced in pain.

"Here it is! Mr. Shen, please take a look and see if this is suitable—"

Shen Le circled around, flew to the edge of the pool, and carefully avoided the excited teachers. His hands flashed white light as he forcefully pressed the tiger tally into the glass case, then swiftly withdrew his hands and slammed the lid shut.
"Done—huh!"

A beam of white light shot upwards, and with a crack, the glass lid covered in runes shattered instantly. Had Shen Le not kept his white light under control, those glass shards could have hit the girl's face directly!

"Ah... thank you so much!"

The short-haired girl turned pale, her legs went weak, and she barely managed to steady herself on the stake before quickly thanking him. Shen Le took a deep breath and put the tiger tally, along with the glass box, inside.

The boy behind quickly caught up, opened the wooden box, and slapped the lid to activate the talisman array inside.

This time, Shen Le dared not be careless. He carefully placed the tiger tally, minimized the white light, pressed it tightly against the tally, and stuffed it inside, leaving only a thin line hanging outside.

Slowly, they closed the lid, sealing the glass case completely, until only a sliver of light remained. They exchanged a glance, counted down, and quickly shut the lid again, withdrawing the white light.
"Ugh……"

A chorus of sighs rose and fell around them. Shen Le turned his head and saw a group of professors standing on tiptoe, craning their necks, staring longingly at the box in the deliveryman's hand, their eyes practically burning through the lid.

Without a word, the young man grabbed the wooden box, turned around, and ran back to the camp.

The wooden box was stuffed into the metal box, which was then stuffed into the metal case, accompanied by a continuous series of beeping electronic sounds. On the surface of the metal case, stripes rapidly lit up, like dragons and snakes moving...

"Take it away, take it away!"

"Take him away immediately and send him back to base!"

"This thing can't be left here; it could break through the safe at any moment!"

Even if it is priceless in the eyes of professors, at least a first-class cultural relic, a treasure carrying enormous historical and archaeological value, it is still a dangerous item in the eyes of the Special Affairs Bureau personnel.

It could break through the box at any moment, explode at any moment, or flash with white light at any moment, piercing through a piece of equipment, a person, or even several people's chests...

Four young men rushed forward, each grabbing a ring from the corner of the metal box, and prepared to run away. The professors watched the boxes longingly, their faces full of regret, but none of them dared to stop them.
Too many incidents have taught them that when the Special Affairs Bureau gets involved, even the finest artifacts must be processed by them first. Otherwise, people will die!
People could really die!
Shen Le, however, remained solemn. He rushed forward and pressed one hand against the lid of the box. He stopped, turned his head, and looked back at the cliff.
"We can't take it with us. At least not now."

This tiger tally—this half of the tiger tally—is echoing something within the cliff. The more the tally moves away, the more the cliff trembles; the further away it moves, the more it trembles.

Shen Le had no doubt that if these young men dared to take the tiger tally away, even if they took it out of the valley, the cliff above would collapse immediately!
"Let's leave it here for now, and add several layers of defense. Once we've cleared everything out, I'll see what to do with it... Maybe we'll have to send this thing back..."

"What?!"

Shen Le waved his hand and quickly returned to the pool. At the pool's edge, two divers had already rearranged their diving gear, hesitating in the waist-deep water: A tiger tally just flew out, what if something else flies out later?
If Shen Le hadn't rescued them quickly, they might have ended up with another hole in their bodies!

Shen Le glanced at them, bent down to pick up the equipment handed to him by the Special Affairs Bureau, and stepped into the water one step at a time.

The water in the pool parted naturally beneath his feet, creating a tunnel that allowed him to walk slowly forward, stepping on the ripples.

A commotion immediately arose among the group of archaeologists. The professors remained somewhat composed, but their students whispered amongst themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

"Make way for the water!"

"Can we hurry and follow them in? Let's get in while there's no water yet?"

"I'll try... Oh no, my shoes are wet!"

Shen Le glanced at it, then quickly turned her head back, trying to suppress the corners of her mouth.

The one who decided to "give it a try" grabbed his classmate with one hand, leaned back with all his might, and just pulled one foot out of the pool.

The shoe was visibly wet from sole to upper, indicating he had stomped rather hard. His advisor was currently glaring at him, practically ready to whack him on the head.
Thank goodness, that person didn't jump directly into the water. Otherwise, they probably would have gotten a real beating on the head, and might even have had to be sent back to school to be kept away from him...

This guy risked his life to jump into the water, proving that "the nature of the pool hasn't changed; just because Shen Le can walk this path doesn't mean others can." His classmates, meanwhile, were still worrying about all sorts of things.
“Is this something we can watch?”

"Shouldn't you say that this is something we can watch without paying?"

"Will our memories be erased later? -- We all have superpowers, erasing memories shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"I just hope it doesn't hurt too much... If I endure too much of the 'forget everything' phase, it seems like my thinking will become muddled..."

Shen Le silently recited, "I've received rigorous training, and I generally don't laugh, I don't laugh," and quickly walked into the passageway.

After traversing the flooded section and entering the main hall, I turned on my communication device to contact the rear:

"see it?"

"Do you see clearly?"

"What do you want me to do next? — Don't turn on your headlamp, don't turn on any bright lights? No problem! I can see! I can see very clearly!"
Next, should we turn on the instrument and let it work on its own? Measure the oxygen level in the hall, check for toxicity, and assess the spiritual energy level? No problem!

Operating experimental equipment was no challenge for him, especially since the equipment provided by the Special Affairs Bureau was designed to be user-friendly; he only needed to press a button.

Following instructions, Shen Le pressed a row of buttons, then slowly paced around the lobby with the camera, trying to make the teachers see things more clearly.
"Do you want to pack it up on the spot and bring it out? Don't worry, I can do it by myself without damaging the artifacts!"

The suggestion was very tempting. The professors looked at each other, all quite interested. However, they quickly reached a conclusion:

"No! Don't touch these things! Not even a tiny bit! — The preservation environment and location of cultural relics are also very important information. If you move them, this information will be lost!"

"I'll try diving in! I can swim, and I've done scuba diving in Sanya!"

The voice sounded rather old. Shen Le's ears twitched, and a sense of worry immediately arose. Sure enough, the other professors traveling with him also tried to dissuade him:
"Mr. Qu, don't go first, I'll go! Diving isn't difficult, I heard they say you can get in the water after half an hour of training!"

"There are divers with you! Safety is guaranteed!"

"Shen Le! Can you just walk us in like you did just now?"

Shen Le couldn't be too sure about that, as he had never led anyone before. The saying goes, "Carrying Mount Tai is lighter than a feather, lifting an ordinary person is heavier than Mount Tai," from Journey to the West, but he didn't know if it was accurate.

Fortunately, he had other options:

"Teachers, please wait a moment. Once the Special Affairs Bureau determines it's safe inside, we can let people in. I'll take you all in with me; no need for the diving!"

Let Huang Yutong unfold!

Bring people!

He could lead not just dozens of archaeologists, but twice as many people without having to wear a diving suit and be dragged there by divers!
Shen Le was making his plans perfectly, determined to ensure that his mentor and the other professors would have a smooth and successful archaeological trip, without any hardship.

However, as he measured the data, there was a splash of water, followed by heavy footsteps.

Shen Le went over in surprise and saw a professor in his forties struggling to remove his lead boots, with a huge, wet box next to him.

Seeing Shen Le approaching, he looked up and smiled sheepishly.
"There's no other way; someone has to come down here. — To leave records, to document things, to write papers later, to produce something substantial, right?"

Shen Le shrugged, speechless, and couldn't even accuse the other party of being stubborn. Fortunately, there was no need for that next. He quickly went out, opened the old house, and invited all the teachers and students present into the house, pulling them all into the hall at once:

"Come on! Study it however you want, take whatever you want. Take care of yourself, don't overexert yourself, and watch your step..."

Before he could finish speaking, the group of scholars had already dispersed, each leading their students to find their own tasks.

They measure the height, count the number of items and compile a register, and examine the items closely to determine their age; they practically want to crawl up to the top.

Only Professor Han, Shen Le's mentor, was not in a hurry. He stood beside Shen Le, looking left and right.

“Shen Le, that half of the tiger tally we just saw, it couldn’t have commanded this army, could it? Could Princess Pingyang also be buried here? I don’t recall that, and this location doesn’t fit the traditional burial terrain…”

(End of this chapter)