It is fixed, that is, the activity time in the ancient tomb is limited, which can greatly reduce the chance of being discovered, and the people inside cannot bring out everything in such a short period of time to avoid being too greedy and getting angry with the tomb.

Chance of death.

I have never told these two things to them before, and now they all look at me with admiration.

In the end, the young master said, don't be so excited. There is a royal tomb, but we still don't know what it is. Let's go to sleep. Really, we calmed down and laughed at each other and fell back to rest. However, we didn't sleep for a long time and it was dawn.

In fact, I didn't even fall asleep. Huang Ya prepared breakfast for us. When I saw that I couldn't eat for free, I asked the young master to give him some money and then discuss the purchase of detonators and equipment.

Huang Ya refused to sell it to us at first. We stuffed him with a lot of money and showed him the documents from the Cultural Relics Administration Bureau that Wang Ruonan brought. He said we were an advance team here to secretly inspect the ancient tombs and asked him to cooperate. He took a look at the two of us.

The director was immediately awe-inspiring despite his title. He not only sold us the detonator, but also introduced us to several local mountain people who bought us a lot of equipment needed in the mountains.

After we packed up our things and asked about the specific route, we came to the ferry and planned to go to the sand reclamation gorge first.

Shaquan Gorge is a gorge of the ancient Yellow River. Now it has become a tributary of the Yellow River. It is called the Mengjiang Ferry. It is filled with the roar of the water. At first glance, it looks like a winding dragon winding up. I saw the cliff on the opposite side of the Nu River.

There is also a large ink crow stone inscription: "Nine bends of the Yellow River, tens of thousands of miles of sand and waves, come from the end of the world." It seems that this place used to be a scenic spot. Probably the person who wrote this never dreamed that the Yellow River would change its course.

There were several boats on the ferry, but I was surprised when I saw that these boats were all pulled ashore.

After running over and asking, I found out that this was the flood season and the Transportation Authority stipulated that small boats under three tons were not allowed to operate at the Shazhen Gorge mouth. Therefore, these boats simply did not go into the water for repairs.

We paid a very high price and no one was willing to help us. I saw that some people were obviously interested in the price, but they were still not sure about helping us, so we were anxious to help.

After working for a long time, a boatman said that if you are really in a hurry to go somewhere, just take the mountain road. It will definitely be faster than waiting for the boat. No one here will sail the boat for you. The mouth of the Shazhen Gorge is very dangerous. I don’t know how many people died. This season is absolutely

There are no boats and most of the way is through mountain roads.

We had no choice but to go back to Huang Ya's house. He was drinking and saw us coming back. He was very surprised and asked: "What's wrong with you guys?"

I explained the situation to him and asked him what other routes could be taken to Peacock Mountain besides boat.

Huang Ya thought for a moment and said, "I should have thought of you earlier. You know these days, men are all running outside. I haven't crossed the mountain road for a long time. Yes, but this mountain road takes too much time. Don't you think it's in a hurry? That's definitely inappropriate.

Just wait until I come up with a solution for you."

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, I felt really grateful and said, "Thank you then."

He agreed and ran out, but the run lasted almost five hours. We stayed at his house until the afternoon and I was almost desperate.
Chapter completed!