When I woke up, I was already in the provincial hospital. My mind went blank and I couldn't remember anything.

It wasn't until three days later that some memories came back to my brain. I remembered the deep cave at the bottom of the Yellow River and the Taoist's broken face. I felt as if I was in a dream.

I couldn't speak during those days. Later, the young master came to see me. I saw that he was safe and I felt a little more at ease. When I was almost recovered, I asked what happened next.

The young master sighed. It turned out that the figure I saw a few seconds before I was unconscious was the young master. He noticed that I had not followed him, so he turned back to look for me. He found that I had cut off my trachea and had already taken a lot of water. My expression was very scary. And inside the corridor

There must be something coming out of the turbidity. In desperation, he tore off my helmet and released his own weight belt, then pulled me up and floated up together.

After we got on board, we climbed onto the boat and found that the two southern climbers had disappeared and had gone somewhere. He couldn't care less. He first docked the boat ashore and then ran up the Yellow River with me on his back.

The river bed was full of phosphorus fire. As he ran, he heard the sound of a lot of iron shackles. The young master was so scared by the thing in the water. At this time, he couldn't stand the stimulation and didn't dare to look at what was coming from the river bed. The sound of the shackles made the young master muffled his head.

I ran ashore and carried me all the way back to the small village using the memory I had when I came here.

When I ran to the village, Wang Ruonan and the others were still frightened when they saw me like this. Lao Cai's nephew hurriedly called over the old man who was sitting on the corpse. When the old man saw me, he said that there was still hope and got me a yellow sand swatter.

As soon as it entered my nostrils, I choked and regained my ability to breathe smoothly.

Later, because there was no tractor, they used a bullock cart to pull me back to the town overnight. I was unconscious until the town. I went to a grass-roots doctor who gave me an injection and sent me back to the county town. I passed several hospitals along the way and then I went to the one in Shanghai.

The customer was very interested after receiving the goods and came to look for me. When he saw what I was like, he decided to take me to a large hospital in the province.

The young master said: "Your customer threw 100,000 yuan at you and then left. Wake up and tell him. I just called him yesterday. He may come to see you in a few days."

I nodded and asked, "How is the hole?"

The young master shook his head and said: "How can you have time to care about this? His shop is not good enough, so it is more comfortable to open a restaurant, otherwise this business will cost you your life."

I laughed so bitterly that I died.

A few days later, my client came to see me. I told him the story carefully and he asked me if I could still get such a product. I shook my head and said to him, don’t expect too much. There are a few good ones.

It was not easy for me to give him to the young master before I was discharged from the hospital half a month later. The two of us had a lot of fun in Taiyuan. It was a bit cathartic. Later, the fear was not vented but the money was lost, but the catharsis was almost done. I went back to Shanghai to continue doing my work.

Business.

Half a year has passed in a flash. Although this incident is still fresh in my memory, the feeling of fear has gradually disappeared and my life seems to be back on track.

After this incident, I posted two pieces of paper at home. One of them said: Quit being greedy. The other said: Quit being honest. I kept pursuing my business like this, and I looked very good. The leftover money of 100,000 yuan soon turned into

Four hundred thousand.

I originally thought that this matter would be over, but I didn’t expect that on New Year’s Day of that year, two people came to Shanghai to look for me.

The two people I pulled were the young master and Wang Ruonan.

I'm very surprised that half a month ago I was on the phone with the young master, and we just had some quarrels. I didn't mention that he was coming over. And Wang Ruonan also came over, which makes me feel even more strange.

We found a restaurant to have dinner and chatted about some things from that year. I brought the topic back and asked them what they came to see me for.

The young master looked gloomy and was silent for a long time before saying: "There is bad news that the professor is dead."

I was stunned for a moment and said "Oh" to express my regret. Maybe it was because the blow was too great. I saw at that time that the professor's mental state was already very unstable. As he got older, this was inevitable.

But the young master seemed to have not finished speaking and took out a photo from his pocket and said, "Take a look."

I took it and saw that my scalp was numb and I immediately covered the photo back.

The photo showed the professor's remains. I looked at the photo that must have been taken during the hospital's autopsy. The professor's disheveled head and mouth were strangely grinning. His expression was the same as that of Wang Quansheng and Shan Jun when they died.

I felt cold all over and asked, "What's going on?"

The young master sighed and glanced at the little girl Wang Ruonan. At this time, her eyes were red and trembling, and she recounted the situation at that time.

It turns out that a few months after we left, the higher authorities organized an inspection team to come down to inspect the water cave. They excavated the entire ancient tomb and used a water pump to drain it.

Under the bright sun, there were nearly a platoon of troops nearby, and everything was fine. The little girl did not participate in the direct work. She only accompanied the professor to remotely control the on-site operations in the province. Later, the cultural relics were transported to Taiyuan, and the huge sarcophagus was also brought to the cultural department.

In the warehouse.

After several experts judged that the contents in this ancient tomb should belong to the Western Han Dynasty, the tomb was very large and should have been of a relatively high standard at that time. However, no tomb inscriptions were found and the identity of the owner of the tomb could not be clarified.

Archeology does not recognize the Zhenhe Tomb.

But the strange thing is that the stone coffin in the tomb is very special, and the relief patterns on it are also very old, it seems that it dates from before the Western Zhou Dynasty.

This means that the ancient tomb was built many years later than the coffin. The history is very vague. This night may be a gap of thousands of years.

There is an inscription at the bottom of the coffin. They have never seen it. The professors tried to translate the inscription on it. The inscription had a total of 172 words. But it seemed that there was no result in the end.

I know very well the way old men do things. Even if they translated those words, they would not publish them easily. Firstly, they were afraid that others would take the credit. Secondly, after the "Cultural Revolution", they had no idea whether things should be said or not, so they simply

Just don’t say it.

The old professor was an expert in this field, and the information was finally put into his hands. The old professor concentrated on studying these things. At that time, they were living next to a warehouse where cultural relics were stacked. The old professor told Wang Ruonan and others not to disturb him.

Wang Ruonan was used to the professor's working style and naturally it was hard to talk to him. But since everyone was waiting outside the door, there was no need to leave a few people behind. The others went back to do their own work. Wang Ruonan still had many reports to write, so that was all.

Returned to work early.

Around six o'clock in the evening, she felt that she was almost done. Maybe the professor's work had been completed. When she returned to the warehouse, she found that the professor's door was still closed.

The professor was not in good health. Wang Ruonan was afraid that he would not be able to bear the workload, so he ran to knock on the door. After a long time of no response, he opened the door and went in. When he got to his room, he saw the professor lying on the ground motionless.
Chapter completed!