fifth form

Chapter 2326 Bronze Turtle
The Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum is not the largest among the tombs of the emperors of the Luofu Dynasty, with an area of ​​only a hundred meters.

But this is still an extremely large area that cannot be shaken by simple human power.

It was not until Feng Ziqiang, following the advice of Jin Shixue, carried out destructive excavations regardless of the consequences that the area began to collapse rapidly.

In addition to excavators and bulldozers, there are also people who use explosives for blasting.

The dull sound was someone using explosives.

Perhaps the shock caused by the explosives was too strong, or perhaps it had a destructive effect, Zhang Xuezhou only saw a golden glow rising from the west side of Luo Li’s imperial tomb.

This was completely different from the time when he had endured the golden light of luck in the past at the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum. It was not the little golden light of luck that he stole with the help of the Tongtian Jade Ruler, but a converging transfer of a large amount of golden light of luck.

A distance of more than a hundred meters is not far, and Zhang Xuezhou simply used the cloud-flying technique to rush forward.

After just a few seconds, he could already see the area where the golden light of luck appeared, and could also see the golden light moving slowly.

"Dig here!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted loudly, and Feng Ziqiang, who came running breathlessly from behind, jumped up and shouted too.

"Listen to Commissioner Zhang. Hurry up and dig as hard as you can!"

Zhang Xuezhou's shouting was of little use as not many people at the construction site knew him, but Feng Ziqiang's shouting was really effective.

The excavator shovels the soil directly and forcefully as it is directed.

The floating soil layer caused by the explosion was cleared away directly, which made Zhang Xuezhou look more carefully.

"It's an ancient bronze turtle!"

The loose soil disappeared, and a bronze turtle buried in the ground came into view.

Feng Ziqiang whispered.

The copper turtle under the excavator has a very bright color, some of which are like gold, but the oxidized verdigris on the turtle shell clearly confirms the corresponding composition.

Antique objects involving turtles are not common among burial objects, but items containing turtle shells are numerous.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou jump down and stand in the deep pit where the excavator had dug away the loose soil, staring at the bronze turtle but not reaching out to take it, Feng Ziqiang almost wanted to take out the bronze turtle for him.

But whenever he thought of the symptoms of Jin Shixue, he forced himself to suppress his thoughts.

"Commissioner Zhang, do we need someone to take out this antique?" Feng Ziqiang asked after pursing his lips.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious!"

Zhang Xuezhou murmured in a low voice.

Feng Ziqiang and others could not see the golden light of luck, but Zhang Xuezhou could see the golden light like silk threads on the limbs of the bronze turtle, and the bronze bowl held in the turtle's mouth.

Countless golden rays of luck coiled up through the four legs of the bronze turtle, then came out from the turtle's mouth and gathered in the bronze bowl.

The copper turtle is not big, only less than 20 centimeters long, and the size of the copper bowl is like a normal small bowl for rice.

Zhang Xuezhou found it hard to imagine that the fortune of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was bound by this bronze turtle, and that the bronze turtle could roam in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum.

"No way, how can it not be a plant? I can accept it even if it is a ginseng spirit!"

After seeing the purple gladiolus and Zuo Luo's vine body, Zhang Xuezhou ruled out the conditions of the formation. The idea in his mind undoubtedly tended to determine that there might be the roots of some huge plant under the imperial tomb, which was therefore bound to Huang Daoxian.

But Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect that the thing carrying the air was a bronze turtle.

He magnified his perception, and except for the luck that he felt more clearly, Zhang Xuezhou did not detect any signs of life from the bronze turtle.

This is indeed a bronze turtle made of metal, and for some unknown reason it has attracted the fortune of the Luofu Dynasty.

After judging it dozens of times, Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his right hand and grasped it.

"Commissioner Zhang, be careful, be careful!"

Feng Ziqiang also spoke up again and again to give instructions.

He felt that there were some slight risks in Zhang Xuezhou's rash handling of underground antiquities, but when he saw the plastic gloves Zhang Xuezhou was wearing on his right hand, he felt that the risk should be as low as it could be.

"After all, it's just a patinated turtle as a burial object..." As he was thinking about it, he saw Zhang Xuezhou's outstretched hand retract as if it had been electrocuted.

After Zhang Xuezhou tore the gloves off repeatedly and Feng Ziqiang saw the plastic melted, his eyelids twitched several times.

"This thing has residual high temperature. You damned bastards, did the explosives explode on the turtle?"

Feng Ziqiang yelled and cursed a few times, but he didn't dare to reach out to take it. Instead, he asked the worker in charge of the excavator to continue shoveling the soil and dig the bronze turtle out of the soil.

"Commissioner Zhang, these bastards were digging the soil in such a hurry that I'm afraid the explosives hit the bronze turtle, leaving a very high temperature," said Feng Ziqiang.

"It looks a bit warm!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the bronze turtle and did not dare to reach out and grab it for a moment.

There was no high temperature on the copper turtle, and he could not feel any heat, but as he reached out to grasp it, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the luck carried by the copper turtle and the luck in his body had undergone an incredible collision and change, and just a slight touch generated high temperature.

If his right hand had not contracted quickly, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his right hand would most likely be destroyed in such high temperatures.

"Go and touch it!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the bronze turtle that was easily dug up by the excavator, and stretched out his hand to signal Feng Ziqiang to touch the bronze turtle to see what was going on.

"Shall I touch it?"

Feng Ziqiang pursed his lips and swallowed the saliva in his throat.

He sniffed the smell of Zhang Xuezhou's plastic gloves that had turned into glue. Although it was Zhang Xuezhou who invited him personally, Feng Ziqiang obviously would not do such a dangerous thing.

But Feng Ziqiang solved the problem very quickly.

"Wang Zimo, take this bronze turtle out of the excavator bucket, and be careful when you hold it!"

Feng Ziqiang didn't want to work himself, but also didn't want to go against Zhang Xuezhou's wishes, so he quickly called a young man holding a shovel not far away.

This young man is about the same age as Min Ziyan, who had accompanied Zhang Xuezhou and others into the imperial mausoleum. He also has long, retro hair. He stood up immediately when Feng Ziqiang called him.

He dropped the shovel in his hand, jumped heavily downwards, staggered, and finally stood firmly in the deep pit dug by the excavator.

The young man named Wang Zimo bowed to Feng Ziqiang, then reached out his hand and respectfully handed over the bronze turtle.

Another Zhang Xuezhou was staring at the bronze turtle.

Wang Zimo touched the bronze turtle with his hands. Just as he expected, his hands were not burned or melted by the bronze turtle.

On the contrary, the other person's hands were steady.

"This bronze turtle weighs at least fifty kilograms!"

Wang Zimo held the bronze turtle in both hands, and the muscles in his hands were visibly bulging.

It was easy to lift a fifty-pound object, but the smaller the object, the harder it was to carry, especially since his respectful manner was extremely difficult to sustain, not to mention jumping out of the deep earth pit with the bronze turtle in his hand, which made him speak out.

"It only weighs fifty kilograms, it's not bad!"

Feng Ziqiang glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, then looked at Wang Zimo's left and right hands, which had not changed at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and signaled Wang Zimo to get on the bucket of the excavator and use the excavator to lift the person out of the pit.

"Commissioner Zhang, how is it?" Feng Ziqiang asked quickly.

"Young people are strong, that's good!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied and looked at Wang Zimo who was holding the bronze turtle.

Everything requires a gamble. Feng Ziqiang did not take over, but the young man named Wang Zimo inherited the golden luck emitted by the bronze turtle.

Seeing that the other party was possessed by golden light and surrounded by layers of luck like a python, Zhang Xuezhou felt that this young man named Wang Zimo should be smooth sailing for a period of time.

"People without luck will be affected by luck, and people with luck will suffer backlash. This bronze turtle can determine the risk target... It must have a controller. This should be the luck controller used by Huang Daoxian?"

When Zhang Xuezhou went to Pan'an, he burned an area with strange plants. He always suspected that he had raided Huang Daoxian's lair.

At this moment, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have run into the treasure controlled by Huang Daoxian, and once again fought with the other party through the air.