Sister Hong's voice came from the darkness: "Yunfeng, where are you? I'm here."
My face turned pale and I didn't dare to reply.
I squatted down, holding the amulet tightly in my hands, and buried my head between my knees.
The ground was damp and misty, and I felt more than just cold and scared.
And loneliness.
Our group has made it this far, and I am the only one left. I regretted it, regretted not listening to Yao Yumen's warning and the warning from the boss.
I sat on the grass alone and scared, hungry and cold. Unknowingly, I thought of Li Jing.
I laughed at myself: "If I suddenly disappear, if I die here, many years later, will Li Jing remember me as a person, and will she still remember Xiang Yunfeng?"
Think about these things.
The sky is slightly bright.
A gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing away the thick fog.
At this time.
I saw at a glance that Sister Hong was lying on the ground stretching on the grass two to three hundred meters away, as if she had just woken up.
"Sister Hong!"
I ran down quickly, but my foot slipped and I fell down.
She heard it and looked towards me.
"You're not dead! That's great!"
Sister Hong looked at me with a happy face and said speechlessly: "It was so foggy last night that it was difficult to walk. I couldn't see at all. I could only determine the approximate location. I didn't dare to walk around for fear of getting separated from you, Yunfeng."
People safe is good.
I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Sister Hong, did you hear me calling you last night? Did you call me back?"
She looked up at me with a surprised expression: "No, I didn't hear anything, let alone speak. What's wrong?"
There is no need for Sister Hong to lie to me. If she said she didn’t reply to my message, then she didn’t reply to my message.
So who was that voice in the fog last night?
The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid. My hands were shaking.
"Why do you look so ugly?" Sister Hong asked with a frown.
"No...nothing."
I deliberately changed the subject, "You were looking for something edible, did you find it?"
Sister Hong shook her head in disappointment, "No, there are grass and trees nearby, and I didn't find anything to eat."
"It's okay, Sister Hong. As long as everything is okay, you won't starve to death if you don't eat for a day or two."
"Well, try to hold on."
After regaining some strength, thinking about the scene last night, I became less and less fond of this place. It felt very evil. After we put it together, we decided to leave here as soon as possible.
going up.
Hanging the Gawu box amulet around my neck, I paid a lot of attention to this amulet.
When people encounter unknown phenomena, they will always subconsciously look for sustenance and protection. The amulet Yao Yumen gave me plays this role.
After spending a long time, Sister Hong and I finally came to the end.
There is also a cave entrance on this slope.
Looking down from a high position at this moment, the scenery is picturesque, like a secret realm.
There are some stone carvings remaining around the stone walls of the cave. One of the stone carvings, although damaged, can be vaguely seen. The theme of the stone carvings is several horses.
Sister Hong pointed to this mural and told me that this should be the Eight Horses of King Mu. It is said that the eight horses in the Eight Horses Picture had names during their lifetime, just like the Six Horses of Zhaoling in Li Shiming's tomb, but it was too long ago. The Zuo Zhuan of Spring and Autumn Period mentioned that there were eight horses of King Mu, but the names of these eight horses were The name has not been passed down and no one knows it.
This mural recessed into the stone wall was nearly two meters long and about one and a half meters wide. Sister Hong lamented that it was a pity. If she could take it away, this thing would definitely fetch a sky-high price on the black market.
"Sister Hong, these are all broken. Stone carvings can be so powerful. Look, half of the heads of these two horses have fallen off." I pointed to the missing horse heads and said.
Sister Hong shook her head, "Yunfeng, you are new to the industry and you don't understand some things yet. Even if these stone sculptures with special meanings are broken into a hundred pieces, after being put together, there will still be a lot of people rushing to get them, especially the big red-haired ones." Nose, they are very fascinated by our ancient stone carvings."
"You know the Six Horses of Zhaoling, right?"
I nodded, "Among the Six Horses of Zhaoling, the Quan Maojun and Sa Lu Zi were stolen by Lu Qinzhai and sold to Big Nose in the 1940s. We still have four more in our country. They are Shivachi, Qingzhui, Tellerqiu and Baitiwu."
Sister Hong probably didn't expect that I could accurately report my name. She praised: "Yes, you are right. Lu Qinzhai stole two of the pieces back then. Then I ask you again, do you know how to sell them to Americans?" How much did it cost?"
I didn't know this, so I tentatively guessed: "Eight thousand yuan?"
In the 1940s, this amount of money was already an astronomical figure. Ordinary people could not save enough money in a few lifetimes. This was such an ocean, and I felt that I tried to exaggerate the price.
Sister Hong shook her head in denial, and said directly: "Not eight thousand, two yuan, one piece was sold to Philadelphia, and the other piece was sold to Bincheng, the total price is 125,000 oceans."
"So many!" I was shocked.
If you know the prices back then, a whole set of courtyard houses in the Second Ring Road of Beijing cost only a few hundred yuan, or 125,000 yuan! What is the concept? A courtyard house is worth eight hundred yuan. This amount of money is enough to buy one hundred and fifty-three units of a courtyard house!
Sister Hong continued to say to me: "This is just one of them. In addition, there was Yue Bin from Beijing Liulichang. He stole a giant stone sculpture of the emperor and the empress worshiping the Buddha from the Longmen Grottoes. Yue Bin took the emperor and the empress worshiping the Buddha in order to transport it out. It was smashed into more than 60 pieces and put into nine boxes. After I got out, I was looking for someone to piece it together, and finally sold it for 60,000 yuan to a big-nosed man named Pu Ailun."
Sister Hong’s words once again refreshed my understanding. I had always thought that bronzes and ancient jade were the most valuable, but I never thought that stone carvings could be worth so much.
Sister Hong also said, "In this world, everyone calls for beating tomb robbers, but compared to Lu Yue's people, they are nothing compared to the big ones."
Now I am looking at the stone carvings of King Mu’s Eight Horses in the cave, and they seem to have become thicker.
I swallowed and asked, "Sister Hong, we shouldn't be able to take this away, right?"
"Don't think about it. This thing needs to be broken with professional tools before it can be taken out. And once it appears on the market, the chances of the relevant departments tracking us down will increase infinitely. Do you want money or your life?"
I sighed in my heart, it was a pity. To take this thing out, we didn’t meet several conditions, but I had seen it and it opened my eyes.
"Eh? That's not right, Sister Hong. This is the eight horses of King Mu of Zhou. How could they end up in the tomb of a prince from the south? What is going on?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know yet."
Sister Hong looked around the cave, frowned and said: "There are high-level things like yue, and now I have discovered this stone carving. What kind of mustard is this? Its status is definitely higher than that of the princes and kings."
"The mountain was opened as a tomb, the Moth Mountain was hollowed out, a large amount of bluestone from the northern region was used for the apogee, the yellow intestines were put together, the living people were buried, there was a huge back garden with many precious plants, a separate sacrificial pit, and so on."
Sister Hong sighed.
"This is the most terrifying group of underground palace tombs I have ever seen since I started working in the industry."
"Although the owner of the tomb is not the Emperor of Zhou."
"However, he is not weaker than Emperor Zhou."
