Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642

We sat around the fire to warm ourselves up and boldly speculated on various possibilities.

Why is there an ancient well here? Why are there so many weapons and armor in the well?

After thinking about it, there is a possibility.

At the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the remaining Dangxiang people lived and settled here in Miyao Mountain. They built gun towers and stone towers, and dug this well to store water.

One day, the Yuan Dynasty army discovered this place and raised troops to fight. They were defeated. The party members killed all these people without leaving any survivors.

Afraid that the news would spread, the party members threw the corpses, including the carriages, horses, weapons, etc. into the well.

Over time, or due to earthquakes, the river eventually flooded the area, and the ancient well was permanently sealed at the bottom of the river.

Don't underestimate these scraps.

There are many people in China who specialize in collecting ancient weapons. It is easy to sell a perfect sword like this from a puddle for tens of thousands of dollars, and everyone is rushing to get it!

If there is an inscription on a certain sword, it is more valuable. You can buy a full-price apartment in second- and third-tier cities.

Lao Wang drank half a bottle of white wine in one go. He burped and said, "Just now, I saw a scepter underwater. It might be a golden scepter! It's so long!" He gestured with the length.

"Scepter? Are you sure you saw it clearly?" I asked quickly.

Lao Wang nodded and said with a drunken look, "It's just a stick anyway! I know where it is. I'll fish it up and take a look later."

After hearing what Lao Wang said, I was a little excited.

If so, it's worth it.

Scepters were not popular in ancient my country, but they do exist. There is a golden scepter in Sanxingdui in Sichuan. Experts say it was the golden staff of the King of Shu built by the ancient Shu people.

"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry down and look for it!" Dou Sprout couldn't sit still.

"Walk......"

I didn't say anything, because I turned around and saw that in the blink of an eye, Lao Zhang fell asleep on the ground, still holding the empty wine bottle tightly in his hand.

"Oh! Wake up!"

"Old Wang! Wake up!"

There was no response no matter how I called him. He was drunk and snoring.

Dou Sprout angrily slapped Lao Wang on the face, shook him hard and said, "Don't fucking sleep at this time! Tell us the location of the golden staff!!"

"Damn it! You're not awake, are you!"

Dou Sprout ran to get a bowl of river water, and when he came back, it splashed all over Lao Wang's face.

Lao Wang smelled of alcohol and was still lying on the ground snoring. He didn't respond at all. It looked like he wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"Forget it, don't waste time. The bottom of the well is so big, it should be easy to find. Yazai Xiaoxuan, let's go down."

I went down again and dived to the bottom of the well in one breath. I endured the discomfort and opened my eyes in the water, hoping to find the golden scepter that Lao Wang mentioned.

Soon, a discovery was made.

I swam hard in one direction.

I pulled away the mud at the bottom of the well with my hand and touched a metal stick with a faint reflection.

It's very strange. This stick is about one and a half meters long, and the upper part has a thick layer of something like a hornet's nest. They are all densely packed and neatly arranged small holes, which can be broken into pieces by pinching them with your hands.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I threw this strange metal stick to Xiaoxuan. After Xiaoxuan caught it, she started to swim up, and I also started to float up after touching two more swords.

That's it!

I don’t know where it came from, but a very large water scorpion landed silently on my forearm.

The water scorpion is a field turtle with two horns on its head, and the back of this water scorpion is densely packed with protruding yellow-brown small grains of flesh.

It's like carrying a meat ball with eyes on your back. The more you look at it, the more disgusting it becomes.