"Madman, why don't you go over and collect the bodies of those mermaids and those three teenagers? This will also allow us to eat in peace. We always feel uneasy when there are so many will-o'-wisps shining on us." The fat man looked at it. Those few bunches of faint blue light said.
"Okay, let's go together."
Lin Feng stood up, and the other three people quickly followed. They walked to the corpses of the mermaids. Feeling more and more how vicious these guys were when they were alive, Lin Feng took all the corpses into the space one by one and put them where they were. On to the torches they made themselves.
After collecting the bodies of the three obese teenagers, they also found a huge copper bull lamp post. However, it was too huge and could no longer be burned. Lin Feng collected it directly based on the principle of not wasting. After closing the circle, ten torches were lit, making the empty tomb seem a little more popular.
"That's pretty much it. It doesn't look as oozing as before." The fat man said as he sat back in his seat.
"Well, let's start eating. The pot is boiling and the meat is cooked." Lin Feng was the first to take a chopstick and put the mutton into his mouth.
We ate like this for about half an hour. Since no one had much appetite except Lin Feng, the hot pot meal ended hastily after Lin Feng asked Shirley Yang to take a few photos.
"Oh, you guys, you really don't know how to enjoy yourself. You have ruined such a great feat as eating hot pot in Xian Wang Lao'er's tomb." Lin Feng complained while clearing the table.
"Okay, we've been watching you eat for half an hour, what else do you want?" Shirley Yang cursed softly.
Lin Feng was scolded by his wife, so he could only swallow his anger and say nothing. Instead, he turned his attention to the three coffins in the tomb.
"We won't open the coffin, just put it all into the space. After we go back, we can find a safe place to open it slowly. What do you think?" Lin Feng put forward his own suggestion.
"It's okay, but where are we going to find a place? If someone is interested in it, we might be arrested before we can sell it for money." Hu Bayi was a little worried.
"That's right. We got too many famous artifacts this time, so we can't do it in China. It's too dangerous. I plan to buy a farm or pasture in the United States. There is plenty of space there, covering dozens of kilometers. It's yours. You can open the coffin how you want. No one will care about you. If someone breaks in, you can even shoot and kill them. So we can keep these things and go to the United States to open them slowly," Lin Feng said. Made his own plan.
"But wouldn't we become traitors?" Fatty said straightforwardly.
"Of course not all precious things are stored abroad. Can't we just keep the best ones and sell or donate them to museums? It's like we have collected so many bronze chariots and horses and just take some of them abroad. They will definitely sell for sky-high prices at the auctions. Then when we come back, we can look for opportunities to donate a few better ones to the National Museum, and let those foreigners go. Sell the money and come back to build the motherland. "Lin Feng already had more mature ideas.
"That's great. It's a great job to defraud those foreigners out of their money. Well, of course, I didn't talk about you, Miss Yang, I was..." The fat man's words felt a bit directed at Shirley. Yang, who is of Chinese American origin, quickly apologized.
"Okay, I'm not that fragile. As long as you don't cheat, you can make money from whomever you want, and it's fair and aboveboard. Besides, madman, our family has pastures and farms. You don't need to buy them. I can use the company when the time comes." Send these less important cultural relics to the auction in the name of others, so you don’t have to pay too much tax." Shirley Yang said.
"Well, not bad, my wife is better. Look, isn't the problem solved like this?" Lin Feng stepped forward and hugged Shirley Yang's shoulders.
Seeing that everyone agreed to put these coffins into the space and return them to the United States before opening them, Lin Feng immediately stopped talking and walked to the wooden coffins first, then faced Hu Bayi,
"Old Hu, is this a coffin made of some kind of cassava wood? It must have been so big for tens of thousands of years. It is much more valuable than gold or something."
"It's true, madman, we have really made a fortune this time. If nothing else, this coffin is enough for us to live for several lifetimes. It's really great." Hu Bayi was very excited and kept saying Caressing the charcoal-colored coffin, he continued,
"It is said that this kind of cassia tree grows in extremely shady places where the sun cannot be seen all year round. Its annual rings only grow once every tens or hundreds of years. It is absolutely unique."
"Why, you still think that you will use this to pretend to be dead. How about we stop selling it and keep it for you to use later?" Lin Feng teased.
"No, it's better to sell it for money. I can't afford it, and it's already pretending to be dead. It would be very uncomfortable to lie down in it after I'm dead." Hu Bayi waved his hand quickly.
So Lin Feng stopped talking nonsense and put away the coffin. Then he went to the other side to collect the stone coffin, preparing to study it carefully when he went back. Now the only bronze coffin hanging in the air was left. Lin Feng directly Several tons of clean water were transferred from the space and directly pressed on the bronze coffin. The chain hanging the bronze coffin tightened and then broke with a "crash". Lin Feng quickly waved his hand and took the bronze coffin in. space.
At this time, seeing that there was nothing in the tomb, the fat man said,
"Now that we've cleaned up, let's perform the sixth act of Shajiabang - retreat."
"No, I always feel that something is wrong. What if these three coffins are not dedicated to Mr. Wang? Who would get three coffins for themselves? And there are ten ever-burning lamps here, so there should be ten corpses. Why? Only three?" Hu Bayi always felt that something was wrong, so Lin Feng had no choice but to stand up and explain,
"None of these three are the corpses of Mr. Wang. These should be the corpses of his previous life that he used a special method to determine. There are coffins under our feet and above our heads. Lao Hu, this situation is in your book " Is it mentioned in "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique"?" In fact, Lin Feng only read a few sentences and had no idea what was going on, so he could only ask Hu Bayi.
"Yes, yes, madman, you are right, it is indeed recorded in the book, it is..." After Hu Bayi said a few words that only he could understand, he was directly interrupted by the fat man,
"I said, Lao Hu, let's talk about class after we get back. The first task now is to dig out the famous instruments. If the madman is right, we will dig out the underground ones first, and then go up to dig out them. Just do it directly. "
"Yeah, do it!" Hu Bayi was choked by the fat man and could only say this.
So Lin Feng directly took out a few incomplete bronze horses, released them on the roof of the cave, and then let them fall freely. He smashed them several times repeatedly, and a big hole was made in the ground. Everyone held up flashlights Looking down from the hole, I saw a fluorescent coffin underneath.
"Let me go, is this coffin more valuable and can it shine?" The fat man's eyes widened when he saw this coffin.
"This should be blue rock, a variant of crystal. I don't know if it's worth anything." Shirley Yang was well-informed and recognized the material of the coffin at once.
Lin Feng put away the coffin with a wave of his hand, then looked above his head and said,
"There was no danger just now, but above is the tomb of Mr. Xian Wang. It will be much more dangerous there. Everyone must be careful."
