fifth form

Chapter 2327 disappears into thin air
"The bronze turtle has four legs, which are held by the golden threads of luck. The bronze bowl in the turtle's mouth is where luck gathers!"

The bronze turtle was taken by Wang Zimo, carried out of the deep pit dug by the excavator, and finally placed on a pure wooden pallet.

Zhang Xuezhou did not rashly touch it forcefully again, but just kept watching.

He wanted to take the bronze turtle away from the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum and try to cut off the golden thread of luck wrapped around the bronze turtle, but he was worried that the bronze turtle was just one of the things set up under the Luo Zhong Imperial Mausoleum, and it would be inconvenient for him to leave here for a while.

"Help me find a box. I need a box that is tightly sealed!"

Zhang Xuezhou watched for a while but couldn't see any way to control it.

He was reluctant to order anyone to destroy such a precious treasure, lest he be tainted with bad luck.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xuezhou decided to seal it off temporarily and conduct research after the Luo Zhong imperial tomb was excavated.

He asked Feng Ziqiang for a favor, which made Feng Ziqiang wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded continuously to indicate that he understood.

"Commissioner Zhang, what is the origin of this bronze turtle?"

Zhang Xuezhou's gloves melted instantly when he held the bronze turtle in his hands. Feng Ziqiang felt that he could understand this kind of thing.

Later, Wang Zimo did not feel any temperature when he took the bronze turtle, so Feng Ziqiang thought that the high temperature generated by the explosives disappeared in just a dozen seconds.

But excluding these two things, Wang Zimo developed a fever and fell into a coma after he placed the bronze turtle on the tray, which is obviously abnormal.

Watching Zhang Xuezhou carefully put the bronze turtle on the tray into a temporary toolbox and then seal the toolbox tightly, Feng Ziqiang felt that Zhang Xuezhou might know something.

"It's not a bad thing that Wang Zimo has a fever and faints. You don't have to worry that I am harming you before," Zhang Xuezhou said casually.

"Uh!"

Feng Ziqiang responded awkwardly.

Zhang Xuezhou did not respond to the origin of the bronze turtle, but directly pointed out Feng Ziqiang's little thoughts, which made him embarrassed to ask any more questions for a while, but he shuttled back and forth between Jin Shixue, Min Ziyan, Wang Zimo and Zhang Xuezhou.

The doctor from the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was urgently called in. Apart from Min Ziyan who was diagnosed as suffering from mental stimulation, and Jin Shixue who had greatly consumed his physical energy, Wang Zimo was in extremely healthy and normal body. He was not infected with germs or possessed by evil spirits as Feng Ziqiang imagined, but just fell asleep after having a fever.

Feng Ziqiang kept checking back and forth until Jin Shixue, who had been injected with a sedative, gasped and stood up, then he hurriedly narrated everything he had seen.

"Commissioner Zhang has a very high awareness of risks and is able to observe subtle details. If he says he won't harm you, he definitely won't!"

Although it only heard Feng Ziqiang's one-sided statement, Jin's historiography also made corrections.

"You mean I should hold the bronze turtle and then fall into a coma?" Feng Ziqiang asked.

"You and Wang Zimo have different sequence strengths. If you were the one who touched it, you might not fall into a coma," Jin Shixue shook his head.

"What is the origin of that bronze turtle?" Feng Ziqiang asked.

"I am not sure as well!"

Jin Shixue shook his head.

The bronze turtle was not a burial object in the Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum, but was excavated from the underground layer of the Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum.

Such items hidden deep in the tomb must have been buried in advance by someone. In feudal superstition, they may be a blessing or a curse. It is more of a way to bury beliefs and does not play any special role.

In the past, it was the Qin family of Xijing City who supervised the construction of the imperial mausoleum, and only the Qin family had the ability to bury the bronze turtle deep in the mausoleum.

Thinking of the destroyed Luofu Dynasty, and thinking about Qin Zhong, Qin Wenhan and others who occupied high positions in the Red Alliance, Jin Shixue did not dare to speak nonsense for a while, let alone make reckless guesses.

He shook his head repeatedly at this moment, looked at the faint whiteness in the sky, and then sat up with force.

"Brother Feng, you have to understand that it was Commissioner Zhang who gave us a way out. If he said that he spent hundreds of millions of real money just to murder us, no one would believe it, not even us ourselves!" As if to simply emphasize the reasons for his judgment, Jin Shixue reminded Feng Ziqiang.

Although it was unlucky to enter the emperor's mausoleum twice in a row and he was infected with the disease, Jin Shixue was very clear that both of his lives could have been saved by Zhang Xuezhou.

They have always believed in the Luofu royal family, but Jin Shixue found that even though he was well-versed in history, he could not understand this human dynasty that had stood for more than 700 years.

Behind this dynasty, what is hidden is not simply grievances and love-hate relationships, but other unknown existences.

During the decades when the Louvre Dynasty was absent, the Red Alliance took over the banner of promoting social development. Jin's historiography, which focused on history and archaeology, obviously did not keep up with the progress and found it difficult to understand all of this.

“The sun is out!”

Jin Shixue walked towards the tomb of Emperor Luo Li where the sound of excavators continued to roar. He shuttled forward in the pile of waste soil and felt a little warmth on his body.

When he looked up, Jin Shixue saw a red sun rising in the distance over Dongshan Mountain.

The morning light brings a hint of coolness to drive away the night chill, and also brings countless new lives.

In the brief moment of being exposed to the sun, Jin Shixue felt his body become comfortable. His body seemed to be washed by the rising sun, and all the pain in his mind gradually subsided.

He stretched out his right hand, and felt the light in his right hand rippling like waves, as if it had layers of fish scales.

It was the first time that Jin Shixue saw this kind of sparkling morning light. Just as he was about to take a few more glances at it, he felt that the light of the fish-scale ripples in his hand seemed to be stirred by the waves and dissipated completely in an instant.

The feeling of clarity and comfort in the body quickly faded away, and Jin Shixue only felt that the coldness of the early morning had returned to his body again, and his body no longer had the previous warmth.

He even felt as if something in his heart had broken, as if he had a sense of loss.

"Brother Feng, how do you feel?"

Jin Shixue looked at Feng Ziqiang who had been busy all night, only to see Feng Ziqiang reaching out and touching himself several times.

"My body should be normal," Feng Ziqiang said.

"Don't you feel anything?" Jin Shixue asked.

"Feeling... Didn't you say that Commissioner Zhang wouldn't harm us? Did you feel that he was a little abnormal? History, I knew it a long time ago..."

"No, don't say that!"

Seeing Feng Ziqiang being suspicious, Jin Shixue wisely stopped talking and signaled the other party not to talk nonsense.

Obviously, what Jin Shixue of the fifth sequence can perceive, others may not necessarily have the same feeling.

But the fact that Jin Shixue couldn't get Feng Ziqiang's questions clearly doesn't mean that he couldn't understand the situation.

"Hey, Xiao Luo, Min Ziyan is awake, right? Check his body carefully. Where's Wang Zimo? Was he jumping up and down to train his arm strength after waking up?"

With the rising sun, everyone's illness seemed to be dispelled just like darkness.

Even though the feeling was short-lived, all the symptoms disappeared, and Wang Zimo even behaved more active than usual.

After Jin Shixue hung up the communicator, he became more and more certain that everything he had experienced was not false, but that incredible changes had truly taken place.

He looked at the tomb of Emperor Luo Li that had been dug into ruins, and then looked up at the rising sun. He felt that the mysteries of the world could not be explained by his current knowledge.

"Commissioner Zhang's perception ability is far superior to mine. He may have also felt this incredible change!" Jin Shixue looked at Feng Ziqiang, whose face was still full of doubt. For the first time, he felt the backwardness and old-fashionedness represented by the four words "old and young".

As if awakened by this ray of light, Jin Shixue felt that his stubborn mentality of conservative ideas seemed to be beginning to shatter.