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Chapter 111 18. History of Faun
Everyone was taken aback by Liu Ming's words. Qiqi turned to look at Liu Ming. He was so drunk and fast asleep that he woke up at some point.

Liu Ming also looked at everyone.

His expression was contorted, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he sat on a small stool panting for a long time.

"vomit!"

Liu Ming started to spout.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zheng Yun lifted a trash can under his head, then reached out and pressed his head down, aiming at the trash can, letting him spray into the trash can.

"Uh, that freaked me out."

Huzi also took a deep breath.

"What's the situation? Another construction site master entered the building?" Hu Ruihua frowned and asked.

"Is it inverted? A few years ago, I wanted to go in and get something out, but I accidentally died?" Huzi continued to speculate.

"I don't know, logically speaking, the building in the mountain is sealed, and why did the murderer change the clothes for the deceased? The clothes belonged to the construction masters, so where did these construction masters go? I also feel very strange."

Ji Dao looked at Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun frowned, he didn't know if Ji Dao had concealed some "unspeakable" information, for example, he actually knew what the ancient building was for.

If not.

This is a bit strange, the building that even Ji Dao doesn't know, the tower where things are enshrined, all have a bit of metaphysics.

"You really don't know?"

Zheng Yun lowered his voice and asked Ji Dao.

"Fuen City is the first batch of ancient cities. According to legend, as early as the Southern Song Dynasty, there were Han people who strayed into the sea of ​​mist from a place called Ryukyu at that time, and floated here in one breath."

"These few Han people lived by the sea, and they passed it down for two generations. In the end, they all died for some unknown reason."

"Chen Zuyi, a sea bandit in the Ming Dynasty, had his lair in Fuen City, and there were quite a few of them. Chen Zuyi even proclaimed himself king. Later, he was chased by Zheng He. He copied his lair and seized the earliest fairy road. chart."

"This place has been inhabited steadily since the Yuan Dynasty. There are Han Chinese who escaped, and some fishermen from the south. By the time of Chen Zuyi, it was already a bit mixed. The beliefs were not orthodox, and everything was there."

"Zheng He didn't pay attention to this place at first, he just thanked the gods for his gift, so he named it Xian'en, but he didn't manage it, and it was granted to the prince after more than 100 years."

"I suspect that building may be something from this period. The number of roads is very complicated, and I really can't recognize it."

Ji Dao explained in detail.

All the people here are locals, and they all know these histories, even better than him. When he said this, everyone probably understood what was going on.

"Then this building is really old, maybe it was an internal struggle for dumping cultural relics, which was discovered by the construction master and killed people?" Huzi scratched his head and couldn't understand.

"I've been dead for three years, what's the harm?"

The thin young man cast a glance at him.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this matter, it has nothing to do with us." Zheng Yun waved his hand, and the officials have taken over, so there is no need for them to ponder this matter here.

"Oh, I ran for nothing all day, I was starving to death, I went to another dojo in the afternoon, but they actually let me buy a ticket, I was so angry that I climbed over the wall and went in, and I was almost caught, but I went up to have a look, and I couldn't see it. Need tickets!"

Ji Dao picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth and complained.

"I knew where it was as soon as I heard it. It must be Baiyun, right?" The thin young man poured Ji Dao a glass.

"I guess it should be Liuci, and it's the same situation over there." Hu Ruihua also guessed.

"These two too?"

Ji Dao was taken aback.

There are only a few larger dojos around Fuen City, and they basically ruled out all of them with a few words!

Tickets are sold out.

What inheritance can there be?
"Haha, it's almost the same now. It's not bad to buy a ticket. It's better to take the cable car than to climb the mountain." The thin young man laughed.

"This is broken."

Ji Dao looked at Zheng Yun, he had boasted before that he had face, but now it seems that whether those people can recognize him is still a problem, where is the face.

"fine."

Zheng Yun shook his head, it was nothing more than some alchemy materials, they could go out and find it by themselves, there is no rush for this thing.

"Can Master Dao drink?"

Another voice suddenly sounded.

Liu Ming raised his body and wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes became clearer, and he looked at Ji Dao with a sinister smile on his face.

"It's been a long time since I drank it. When my master was around, I brewed some good wine, but I haven't drank it since then."

Ji Dao's eyes brightened and he picked up his wine glass.

Everyone drank two glasses with Ji Dao, and after a while, Liu Ming finished completely, and Zheng Yun also drank a little too much.

The others were pretty much the same, none of them were very good at drinking, but Ji Dao drank half a bottle by himself, and there was nothing wrong with being in high spirits.

It was almost time to end here, Hu Ruihua and the others dragged Liu Ming away, saying that the car couldn't drive, so they might as well find a nearby hotel to sleep for the night.

Zheng Yun sent them away, and reluctantly asked Ji Dao to pack up his things. He didn't dare to go home drunk, so he just slept on the wire bed in the pawn shop.

the next morning.

Zheng Yun woke up shaking all over, opened his eyes and saw Li Huawan moved a small stool and sat beside his bed, put the tablet on the head of his bed, and there were lines from TV dramas playing softly.

She couldn't hear, the tablet was not in her hand, she couldn't feel the vibration, and she didn't know that she had turned on the sound.

Then those Gongdou lines that were hoarse, miscarried and fell, woke me up.

Look up.

Li Huawan looked at herself with a smile.

I saw her as soon as I opened my eyes, and I was in a good mood. I have to admit that it was really pleasing to the eye. Even if I was angry, I probably wouldn't be angry.

She was sitting on her side against the bed, as if she was using her body to protect herself from rolling off the bed.

It was indeed the case, he had already rolled to the edge of the bed, if she hadn't blocked his upper body, he might have really fallen.

"Going to work so early?"

Zheng Yun got up and shook his head, he didn't blame her for waking him up, nor did she do it on purpose.

As for why she put the tablet on the bedside, it should be so that she can see if she is awake while watching the drama, but she is quite greedy.

"You have something to do today, as you said before, you need to reapply for a certificate, I'll remind you." Li Huawan picked up the tablet and turned down the volume skillfully.

"..."

Zheng Yun was slightly silent.

He looked down at the date with his mobile phone. Today is Monday, and it is nine ten in the morning.

He planned to re-register the pawn shop's certificates today, including the Jianghe Museum certificate that the adoptive father did not know how to get.

This is quite a headache.

The certificate for the adoptive father to run the museum back then should have been through some method or connection, otherwise the certificate would be too outrageous. A museum of less than [-] square meters is still owned by an individual.

It is estimated that there is only one in the world.

Now I have to make up for it. I don’t know if it can be done. If someone asks what collections the museum has, I will be stupid.

Nothing can be said!
Getting up with a sigh, Zheng Yun washed up, asked Ji Dao to watch the shop, and took a taxi to the Fuen Cultural Relics Bureau.

After consulting in the lobby, Zheng Yun went to register for an appointment, and the answer he received was that it would be his turn around eleven o'clock.

Zheng Yun didn't want to wait, and planned to go out to have breakfast, but just as he was about to go out, a voice sounded behind him:

"No. 109, Jinhuai Road."

"Who reported to Jianghe Pawnshop?"

Zheng Yun looked back and saw a vigorous white-haired old man coming down from upstairs, holding a registration form to ask.

"It's me." Zheng Yun raised his hand.

"Jiang Jianguo's son, right? You came at the right time! I have something to ask you, come up quickly."

The old man laughed.

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