Half an hour later, everyone returned to the ancestral hall, and Ruan Wenjie and Buck Yasu reset the statue.
To sum up, what I got after going down was a string of coin-sized beads, the silk thread had decayed, and only eighteen crystal clear white pearls were left, which should be worth a lot of money.
Jiang Jiahao felt that this thing could not be sold, so he found a reliable goddess to disinfect it, and then strung it together. He planned to give it to Mu Wanrou.
There are more than a dozen gold bracelets, gold necklaces and the like, each piece is extremely exquisitely carved and weighs about a pound.
There are ten gemstone rings. Judging from the size, they should be worn on women's fingers. At least Jiang Jiahao's fingers cannot fit into them.
There are thirteen gold bars, all the size of a student's ruler. On the front are engraved the rent (treasure) given by the emperor in the 30th year of Kangxi's reign, and on the back are engraved the treasury of the Qing Dynasty.
The silver bars are similar to gold bars, there are also thirteen bars. The front is engraved with the silver (treasure) given by Emperor Kangxi in the 30th year of Kangxi's reign, and the back is engraved with the treasury of the Qing Dynasty.
There are more than twenty strings of copper coins from Kangxi Tongbao, but they are all rusty and exude a musty smell.
Three jade pendants, engraved with Taoist gods, are made of good material and are crystal clear.
A white marble handle, a dagger that still shines with cold light even though the scabbard has rotted away. There is a ruby inlaid at the end of the dagger, which looks very delicate.
A gold medal for immunity from death weighing more than ten kilograms, an iron Bagua plate, and an incomprehensible ghost painting talisman.
These were the trophies that Jiang Jiahao had harvested from his first tomb robbery in his two lifetimes, which made the younger brothers on the sidelines look on with envy.
Jiang Jiahao could not estimate the exact value of these things, because even pure gold bars from the Kangxi period were of pitifully low purity, especially silver.
Pack everything together and leave it to Buck Yasu and Huang Mengang for safekeeping temporarily.
Jiang Jiahao gave everyone a hush-hush order and promised to give everyone a big red envelope after returning, making everyone smile.
Abao squatted beside the fire with a frown on his face, still thinking about the relationship between the Taoist Bagua plate, the spell book, the large iron coffin, the nameless gold medal for immunity from death, the sea-suppressing yaksha, the funeral palace, and the demon-conquering pestle.
The more he thought about it, the less he understood it, and the less he understood it, but he still wanted to think about it, and finally he cried loudly and threw himself into Betty's arms and fell asleep.
The whole night was spent in an exciting adventure. At dawn, everyone started to have breakfast and restore the internal structure of the ancestral hall.
All the coffins in the ancestral hall were burned, and it was impossible to recover them.
Huang Mengli took a different approach and spread dry grass from the village on the ground, then lay on it to pretend to be dead. Jiang Jiahao rolled his eyes in anger and was pushed to the ground by Ruan Wenjie and others.
The waiting was excruciating, and the horse boys, who had no strength to use, simply dug a tunnel near the ancestral hall for hiding, and the entrance of the hole was covered with withered grass.
Not to mention, it has the hint of tunnel warfare.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, someone approached the deserted village to inquire about the situation in the deserted village. Then a team of about ten people carried suitcases and hid in the ancestral hall.
Jiang Jiahao's sharp eyes saw that the leader was none other than Artai's most trusted personal trainer, Ah Ji.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, another group of more than ten people appeared near the deserted village. They came in trucks and honked their horns wildly when they entered the deserted village.
Hearing the car horn, Aji, who was hiding in the ancestral hall, appeared with his brothers and greeted the truck in the distance. It seemed that the two groups were familiar with each other.
The truck drove to the door of the funeral palace, smashed the stone wall, rushed into the courtyard, and stopped in the center of the courtyard.
Ahji exaggeratedly hugged the Nanyang man who shipped the goods, and then the two parties inspected the goods and paid.
In the tunnel, Huang Mengli and others were already gearing up, but seeing that Jiang Jiahao had been refusing to give orders, they were all a little anxious.
Suddenly, gunshots erupted in the deserted village, and the buyer and seller got into a fight.
"Ah Hao, we are free to go out now, stop hiding!"
Huang Meng'ang had already refilled the Franco machine cannon with gunpowder, loaded the fuse and black projectiles. He only waited for Jiang Jiahao's order to show them what it meant to fire a cannon!
"There are about ten people in Aji's group, and there are also about ten Nanyang people who came to deliver the goods. Listen carefully, there are more than twenty people in this gunshot, and there are helpers on both sides."
"Don't worry. Now that we have confirmed that Artest is indeed buying arms here and trying to take advantage of others, that's enough."
"Let them fight first, and we will take action last."
Jiang Jiahao crawled out of the hole on all fours, stuck his head out and looked around, then slipped back in quietly.
"No, there is someone on the hillside due north. If we go out now, we will definitely be discovered."
"Then what should we do? If the other party never leaves, we can't just stay here!"
"Brother Hao, my shot is accurate. Let me go out and I will deal with the people on the hillside."
In the last row of the team, Huang Mengli crawled over the horses. When he passed by Ruan Wenjie, he pinched his butt hard and was punched in the left eye socket by Ruan Wenjie.
Huang Mengli looked aggrieved, and with a bruised left eye socket, he finally came to Jiang Jiahao's side and volunteered.
"Nonsense!"
Jiang Jiahao pressed Huang Mengli's head, forced him back behind him, and nodded to Huang Menang: "Then let's not hide it."
"In a moment, we will rush out together. You can directly bombard the hillside to the north. Buck Yasu will take forty people to patrol the shore. If there are boats, they will be detained to prevent anyone from escaping."
"Abao, Betty, you two are hiding here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."
"The rest of you, follow me and eat all the Atai and the Nanyang people who shipped it. Don't let anyone live."
Patting Huang Meng'ang's shoulder, Jiang Jiahao crawled out of the tunnel again and approached the back door of the ancestral hall under the cover of withered grass.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, Aji and his younger brother used the ancestral hall as a cover and fought hard with the Nanyang people who used the truck as a cover. Both sides used real fire.
Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded, instantly covering up the noisy gunfire.
One of Aji's younger brothers lay curiously in the corner of the ancestral hall, looking at the big crater that had been blown up on the hillside opposite, and swallowed subconsciously.
Before he could open his mouth, he was shot in the head by a stray bullet, spitting out blood, and fell to the ground.
"Da da da~" The clear sound of an AK gunshot sounded from behind. Aji rolled his eyes, and several of his younger brothers were shot from behind.
At the same time, the roar started again, a black projectile landed on the side of the pickup truck, and the powerful air wave overturned the pickup truck.
Some Nanyang people who used trucks as shelters had no time to escape, and their limbs were crushed by the overturning trucks, and they kept wailing.
The gunfire became more intense, and a group of "Deaths" rushed out of the tunnel, rushed to the side of the overturned truck, and poured bullets on the fleeing Nanyang people.
The people wailing at their feet, stabbing them with a dagger, how expensive are the bullets? Be economical.
The battle ended in an instant. Buck Yasu wiped the blood splattered on his face, looked at Jiang Jiahao dragging Aji's body out, and said nonchalantly: "Brother Hao, isn't this too easy?"
"Whether it's intentional or not, I guess both of them won't be able to figure out who we are until they die."
"Go, take some people and sweep the area around for me. I won't let anyone get away!"
"clear!"
Buck Yasu turned to Huang Mengang to cool off the cannon. He gave him a thumbs up and told the horses around him to spread out around the funeral palace.
Jiang Jiahao was afraid that the mazai would be left alive, so he carried a dagger and stabbed a dozen of Aji's mazai and the Nanyang people who shipped the goods twice before moving their bodies to the dry well.
Huang Meng'ang, who had already cooled down the French flag gun, saw this and ran over quickly. He and Jiang Jiahao worked together to remove the stone slabs on the dry well and threw the corpses in.
Taking out the wine bottle from his waist and pouring gasoline into the dry well, Jiang Jiahao took the remaining torch from last night, lit it, and threw it into the dry well.
The next moment, a heat wave rose, and a pungent rotten smell spread outward from the dry well, making Jiang Jiahao frown.
Ignoring the dry well for the time being, Jiang Jiahao and Huang Mengang returned to the truck, checked the truck, and found a box of ammunition and several pistols in a secret compartment of the warehouse.
When Abao and the others heard the gunfire ended, they cautiously came over. Abao pulled out a piece of gray cloth, collected the blood-stained firearms on the ground, and wrapped them in the gray cloth.
After checking the ancestral hall and the courtyard several times to confirm that no trace would be left, Jiang Jiahao and Huang Meng'ang sealed the dry well with stone slabs again and signaled everyone to wait outside the village.
He removed the oil storage tank of the truck, poured gasoline over the entire funeral palace, and finally lit a fire.
"Brother, if we do this, will it be a little...a little bit?"
Looking at the raging fire in the funeral palace where he had been hiding all night, Abao felt uncomfortable and looked at Jiang Jiahao indifferently.
"Abao, we are walking on thin ice and have no right to show mercy."
After rubbing Abao's little head, Jiang Jiahao put a bag with firearms on his back and the group moved closer to the shore.
