The Ordinary Life Of A Superpower Boss After Transmigrate

Gu Chenzhou walked around Yu Jue and looked at Yu Jue over and over again.

When handling the case of Lian Shuzong, he saw the jade with phoenix pattern that was purchased illegally by Lian Shuzong.

Comparing the jade ornaments with phoenix patterns in his memory, Gu Chenzhou was able to determine that the two jade ornaments were made from the same jade material and were made by the same craftsman.

These two pieces of jade jue are the civil and military jue mentioned in the literature, and they are also the key to unlocking the legendary treasure of King Wei.

According to the excavation records of Prime Minister Wen’s tomb, half of the map of King Wei’s treasure was engraved under the altar.

Gu Chenzhou had viewed half of the map of Prime Minister Wen's tomb before.

Now look at the carved text road under the altar in General Meng's tomb, which is exactly the same as the map in Prime Minister Wen's tomb.

Gu Chenzhou sighed secretly in his heart, the ancients thought carefully.

In the tomb of Prime Minister Wen, half of the map was hidden in the books buried with him, while the half of the map in General Meng's tomb was simply engraved in the most conspicuous place.

According to the arrangement of King Wei, if future generations encounter a threshold that they cannot overcome, they need to use the treasure.

First, go to the tomb of General Meng and use the inherited key to open the door of the tomb.

In the front hall of General Meng, soldiers were summoned, sensing the power sealed in the murals, and awakening supernatural powers in the armed forces in their hands.

The most easily liquidated property, basic books, and samples of weapons and armor were placed in the middle hall.

With supernatural warriors and money, their descendants can completely rebuild an invincible army of supernatural beings.

After taking out the belongings, the tomb was sealed again without disturbing the coffins of General Meng and his wife who were already sleeping in the back hall of the innermost tomb.

Gu Chenzhou recorded this half of the map in his mind and prepared to restore it when he went back.

While Feng Yan was immersed in cleaning the ground, Gu Chenzhou, who made him feel dangerous, kept lingering near Yu Jue, and he did not dare to get close to Yu Jue.

After all, I am a Rank Three fire attribute user. I can burn everyone here to ashes by setting off a fire. Why am I still suffering so much?

Feng Yanbian's mood began to fluctuate again.

Feng Yanbian restrained his breath, walked to a position far away from Gu Chenzhou, stopped from a distance and took a few glances at Yujue in the palace.

This is the goal that Old Man Zhu set for himself during this trip.

In fact, none of the old things around are priceless.

That pile of gold, silver, pearls and jade is like a small mountain. If you just pick up a few pieces, you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

Ding Yuanyi, Zhang Xiaoli, Sun Dajun and Du Renjie worked in pairs to number, register and store the cultural relics scattered on the ground in the middle hall.

Ding Yuanyi and Guo Xiaoming have carried out preliminary protection on the cultural relics stacked on the stone platforms on both sides, and the cultural relics have been enclosed in protective films.

At this time, archaeologists did not conduct further inventory of these cultural relics.

For these cultural relics, they first took detailed photos and records.

After that, they will be unblocked cubic by cubic as planned and registered and stored one by one.

Lei Chunming followed Ji Yunyang and Li Cheng and walked around the middle hall. This time it was a rare large tomb.

Lei Chunming has been in the ancient tomb world for many years, and his vision is far beyond that of Feng Yanbian and others.

Gold, silver, pearls and jade look good, but their real value is far less than the letters here.

There is even a shelf dedicated to rare micro-carved bamboo slips.

Miniature bamboo slips began in the early Wei Dynasty and only became popular in the first ten years of the Wei Dynasty. They are known as a piece of bamboo and a scroll.

In the middle of the Wei Dynasty, cotton and linen papermaking technology was introduced from foreign lands. The cost of books was reduced, and bamboo slips were no longer needed for writing, let alone micro-carved bamboo slips.

A well-preserved micro-carved bamboo slip can fetch a black market price of tens of millions of Kelana coins from a private collector, and there is no market for it.

Thinking of this, Lei Chunming's face was calm and his heart beat like a drum.

At dusk, everyone reluctantly left General Meng's tomb amid Gu Chenzhou's repeated clearance notices.

On the way back, everyone talked happily about today's harvest. Even Ji Yunyang, who was always mature and prudent, laughed for a long time because of Du Renjie's not-so-funny words.

Gu Chenzhou and Zhang Pingfan changed their relaxation from the previous few days. Now the situation in the tomb is clear.

The cultural relics have not yet been inventoried and transported. If there is anyone who wants to fish in troubled waters, these two days are the best time.

Gu Chenzhou arranged for Jiang Wutu to stay and assist Guo Xiaoming in handling the finishing work.

After discussing with Zhang Pingfan, Zhang Pingfan temporarily stayed at the tomb of General Meng and waited for Li Ye, who was on the evening shift, to arrive before leaving.

Gu Chenzhou warned Jiang Wutu repeatedly before leaving in a hurry.

Gu Chenzhou's personal terminal prompted that he had received a new email. He was currently not in the camp and could not contact the outside world.

We can only wait until we return to the camp and share the network at the mountaintop station.

The new email came from the Tasmanian provincial order agency, and Gu Chenzhou had a bad feeling.

Zhang Pingfan sits at the connection between the front hall and the passage of General Meng's tomb.

Zhang Pingfan and Gu Chenzhou's personal terminals can access all the monitoring at the bottom of the valley.

He turned on the surveillance screen at the entrance to the tomb, took out the pistol from his waist, and wiped it slowly with a gun cloth. Deep nasolabial folds appeared on his lips.

Jiang Wutu carefully assisted Guo Xiaoming in protecting the floor, vaults and walls of the nave.

Gu Chenzhou repeatedly told him not to leave the ancient tomb for even half a step.

He must stay with Zhang Pingfan until Cheng Xiaolian comes to the ancient tomb before he can return to the camp.

Guo Xiaoming finished his work and returned to the camp.

Only Jiang Wutu and Zhang Pingfan were left in the tomb guarding so many priceless treasures.

As a person with special abilities, Jiang Wutu deeply feels that he has a heavy responsibility.

He released all his powers and extended his consciousness as far as possible.

For fear of missing any hint of the slightest movement.

Looking at the dark and strong young man walking around in the front hall, his muscles were tense, and his walking posture was already the same as his hands and feet.

Zhang Pingfan couldn't help but laugh: "Jiang Wutu, don't be nervous, take a rest, isn't it my brother? I'm professionally responsible for protecting you."

Jiang Wutu walked back and forth in the front hall for a while and found that the moving position did not expand the sensing area of ​​the supernatural power.

When he looked up, he saw another mural on the wall that distracted him.

Jiang Wutu muttered to himself that he couldn't look at paintings or think wildly.

After reading it twice, he was still upset. After thinking about it, he sat next to Zhang Pingfan.

Suddenly, Jiang Wutu jumped up on the spot, and Zhang Pingfan glanced at him doubtfully.

"Someone is coming over. Director Gu said that the person coming behind should be Cheng Xiaolian. This is not Cheng Xiaolian."

Zhang Pingfan glanced at Jiang Wutu suspiciously and glanced at the monitoring screen of his personal terminal. There was no one there.

"We're really here, Director Zhang, hurry up and get your gun ready." Jiang Wutu stood up uneasily and hid at the entrance of the front hall, revealing his head and looking out.

Zhang Pingfan slowly took out his gun and looked at the personal terminal again.

There is really a person coming from a distance.

Zhang Pingfan glanced at Jiang Wutu in surprise and pulled the gun's safety catch.