Chapter 563

Chapter 563

I spent the whole night caving last night and slept until the afternoon. After I woke up and washed my face, I called Xiaomi into my room.

"Hold it for me." I handed the flashlight to Xiaomi.

I used a flashlight during the day because the curtains were closed and the incandescent lights in the hotel were only around ten degrees Celsius, which was not bright enough.

Pour the red soil in the instant noodle bag on the table, and I slowly spread the soil.

Xiaomi used a flashlight to help me with lighting. She said curiously: "Brother Feng, how strange is this soil? It has two colors."

"Huh?"

"What is this..."

Using the light of a flashlight, I used tweezers to pick out a red lump from the soil. It was not soil.

I held it in my hand and looked at it closely. After studying it for a long time, I couldn't tell what it was. It was only a quarter of the size of a fingernail.

"Is this... is that thing, Brother Feng?"

"What? Did you see it?"

Xiaomi said uncertainly: "I used to learn how to repair things with my grandfather, and I have seen similar fragments like this. This... this seems to be silk that has not been completely oxidized."

"what?"

I stood up from the chair in shock.

"Silk from the Tang Dynasty!"

"You're kidding!"

How difficult is it to preserve silk in the Tang Dynasty?

The cultural relics protection team spent a lot of money to preserve the batch of silk unearthed from Famen Temple, which took a full fifteen years!

Xiaomi said this casually, and the more I looked at it, the more it looked like it, and I felt like it was made of silk.

There was silk in the soil, which scared me, because it definitely didn't fit the common rules of burials.

Referring to Mawangdui, if there is a large amount of silk in the tomb, it is 100% certain that the body of the tomb owner must have been wrapped layer by layer in the coffin. Xin Zhui was wrapped in sixteen layers of thick silk at that time.

Why did all the silk run out of the coffin?

And there are so many of them that they have been attached to the surroundings of the tomb, blending with the rammed earth and turning half red and half yellow.

I scratched my head so hard that my scalp almost broke. I really couldn't figure out the reason for this.

I couldn't solve it, so I called and asked for advice.

After hearing this, Tou Tou also felt strange. A large amount of silk fabrics were oxidized in the rammed earth layer. Tou Tou said that he had never seen such a tomb.

"Yunfeng, are you listening?"

"I'll listen, tell me your head."

He put his head on the phone and pondered for a moment and then said: "Although we are in this business, it is impossible to know everything. That is unrealistic. Xi'an is a distribution center for underground cultural relics in the north, and there is no shortage of Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons."

"I know this person, but I haven't had much dealings with him. Go find him and ask him, and try to figure this out."

"Who are you looking for?"

Baotou said: "People in the industry call him Mr. Wu. When he was young, this man was the backbone of the Changsha Gang in Hunan. He also served as the leader of the Northern Clan. He has a wide range of knowledge and is familiar with both the North and the South."

"Then where is this man named Master Wu now?"

"It should be in Xi'an. I'm not sure. I only know that his registered residence is in Xi'an. There is no news about this person in the past few years. Although there are rumors that he died of illness, I don't believe this."

"You are leading the team this time. If you encounter problems, try to solve them yourself."

"Well, I know the clue. Please take a rest. I'm hanging up."

"Xiaomi, go get some food for me. I'm hungry."

"What are you eating, Brother Feng? You won't wake up even if we eat dumplings for lunch."