Sheng Sheng Man left Qi Qu Miscellaneous Goods Shop and stared at the horn comb in the car all the way, finding it more and more beautiful.
When they arrived at Xin Yue Hotel, Sheng Sheng Man rushed to Yin Nan Feng's room, she was still awake.
“Miss......”
“So late, what are you doing over there?”
Yin Nan Feng's voice was a bit cold, with a feeling of keeping people thousands of miles away. This was actually the way Yin Nan Feng should be.
“Miss, I went to apologize to Master Liu.”
“What did he say.”
Yin Nan Feng's voice was filled with a bit of urgency.
“He said......”
Sheng Sheng Man had a great memory, and it was also a basic skill for a maidservant to repeat. She recounted Han Xiao Liu's original words to Yin Nan Feng almost word for word.
“Different cognition, one in ten thousand, whole fortune. Hehe, perhaps he's right. Buy the shop next to him and keep an eye on him.”
“Miss, this is what he asked me to give you.”
A hairpin, clearly cheap, but Yin Nan Feng clutched it in her hand, her low spirits instantly lifted.
“Cheap stuff. You go to rest, and have someone send some supper up, I'm a little hungry.”
Her tone had changed, a hint of tenderness!
Sheng Sheng Man looked at her mistress in surprise, but didn't say anything more, and quickly went to prepare food.
Planting flowers with care, they don't bloom; planting willows without intent, they grow lushly.
A horn comb, a hairpin, simultaneously planted a seed in the hearts of two different women.
...
While Han Xiao Liu was still preparing his equipment, on the other side, Wu Xie, who had returned from Inner Mongolia alive, had been up for three days straight because of a Warring States silk scroll.
“No, this silk scroll is only half, without the other half, it's impossible to crack it.”
“Wu Xie, I told you, stop looking at it, get some rest. You haven't closed your eyes for three days. Maybe if you sleep for a while, the other half will come knocking on your door?”
“It's not that easy.”
Wu Xie shook his head dejectedly, but he was really exhausted and fell asleep on his back.
In his dream, Wu Xie felt someone shaking him.
“Let me sleep a little longer.”
“Oh, Wu Xie, someone posted the other half of the silk scroll online. Take a look.”
Wu Xie sat up with a jolt, grabbed the A4 paper from Hai Shao's hand and examined it carefully.
“Yes, this is it, but who would post something like this online?”
“I saw it on a forum, look, there's a contact information on it.”
Wu Xie was a person with an extremely strong curiosity. Such a person, as long as his mind wasn't dull, would surely excel in learning. But having too much curiosity wasn't always a good thing.
“Wu Xie, your phone is ringing, it's your Uncle San.”
Wu Xie took the phone, the familiar voice came through.
“Dragon Spine, come to my house quickly.”
‘Dragon Spine’ was a code word, meaning ‘good thing’, ‘treasure’, and the quality was very high.
Wu Xie was very enthusiastic about cultural relics. Upon seeing the three words Dragon Spine, he immediately drove to his Uncle San's house, the famous Wu San Ye (Third Master Wu) of the Nine Gates Wu family.
The Three Sons of the Wu Family, One Poor, Two White, Three Provinces.
The eldest, Wu Yi Qiong, the head of the Wu family, took care of everything in the family. He seemed very ordinary, but he was also a famous grave robber in his younger days.
The second, Wu Er Bai, was a low-key person, but he was known as the strategist of the Nine Gates. He also controlled the largest asset of the Nine Gates: the Eleven Warehouses.
The third, Wu San Sheng, was an archaeological expert, with rich experience in tomb raiding. He was considered to be the strongest tomb robber in the Nine Gates today, and he held a lot of secrets.
Wu Xie drove to Wu San Sheng's place and bumped into a man with a hood over his head as soon as he got out of the car.
“Oh, my nephew, why did you just arrive? That's the man, the Dragon Spine is on his back, it's a good thing.”
“Uncle San, are you selling cultural relics?”
“Uh, no, not selling, just giving it to a friend.”
“You're even giving away a Dragon Spine, when did you become so generous? By the way, I also brought something, take a look at it for me.”
Wu Xie had just graduated and didn't have much experience. He couldn't decipher the silk scroll for a while, so he came to his experienced Uncle San for a look.
“This is a Warring States silk scroll, where did you get it? It's a scroll painting, deciphering the text inside is the information about an ancient tomb. You little rascal, hurry up and give it to me, let me take a look.”
Wu Xie could even fall into his Uncle San's trap without realizing it. After all these years, he had also found a way to deal with his Uncle San.
“You said an ancient tomb, hehe, this time you have to take me with you! Otherwise, you can forget about seeing it.”
“You!!! Sigh, you know that the family doesn't want you to go down to the earth.”
“Then tell me, what exactly are the Nine Gates? What about our Wu family?”
Wu San Sheng was startled, this was far beyond his plan.
“You little rascal, where did you hear about this?”
“A guy named Han Xiao Liu, met him in Inner Mongolia, his skills are simply inhuman.”
Wu San Sheng naturally had heard of Han Xiao Liu, and he had even checked his information.
“Han Xiao Liu? Inner Mongolia. I didn't expect him to find the Ancient City of Jingjue and then go to Inner Mongolia. Interesting.”
Wu San Sheng, who had been 'Old Liu' for a long time, immediately had an idea.
“Uncle San, you know Han Xiao Liu?”
“Yes, he just accomplished a great feat, he found the Ancient City of Jingjue. They say it was the archaeology team's credit, but insiders reveal that he is the key figure.”
“I didn't expect him to be so powerful. No, I must ask him about it when I see him next. That's an ancient site over two thousand years old.”
Wu Xie's curiosity was sparked again, not only about the Ancient City of Jingjue, but also about Han Xiao Liu.
(PS: The plot is just beginning, anything is possible. If you, dear readers, have any good ideas, please feel free to leave a comment. Finally, I'm shamelessly asking for a little support. Flowers and tickets are much appreciated. The author will surely work hard to write, thank you.)