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Chapter 23 The archaeological team is here, inviting weekend to be a special consultant
Xiancao Village.

Surrounded by mountains and covered with white mist.

This mountain scenery is no worse than those famous scenic spots.

When Bai Luchen ran back to the village, she saw a commotion outside the mourning hall, surrounded by villagers.

"All the people from the archaeological team are here? Is it true? Is there anything good to test in our village?"

"How can this be false? They came with a certificate, so it's obviously true!"

"Needless to say, the archaeological team must be here for the general's tomb that Master Zhou discovered yesterday."

"Master Zhou is indeed very capable. We have lived in Xiancao Village for decades, and we didn't even know there was a general's tomb on the mountain. Master can tell at a glance."

Bai Lian looked surprised as he listened to the discussion of the villagers at the door.

Archaeological team?
Entering the courtyard, Bai Lu saw several unfamiliar faces, including an old man wearing glasses, who was talking to Zhou Zhi.

"Mr. Zhou, this archaeological team organized by the Puhai Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau is led by me. My surname is Wen."

"Hello, Mr. Wen."

After the two shook hands with each other, Mr. Wen got straight to the point and directly explained his purpose.

"Yesterday when you were going to the grave, I happened to be in the live broadcast room, so I came here to take a look today."

"If this is the case, I'm afraid it's not worth Mr. Wen's special trip, right?"

I laughed at the weekend. An ancient tomb that has been emptied by tomb robbers is not of such great value.

There was a glint of appreciation in Mr. Wen's eyes. Since he had been seen through by the weekend, he simply didn't hide it.

It turns out that the main reason why Mr. Wen came here was because of the mural in the general's tomb.

"We also saw the technique of this mural in the prince's tomb. The style is very similar, and even the material is the same."

Not long ago, Mr. Wen's archaeological team discovered a prince's tomb more than 1000 years ago in a mountainous area in Jinling City.

The scale of this prince's tomb is very grand, and a large number of valuable cultural relics were found in the tombs alone.

It is conceivable that there must be more valuable and more numerous cultural relics in the main tomb chamber of the prince's tomb.

However, during the excavation, the archaeological team encountered a very difficult problem.

"After various discussions by the archaeological team, we found that there is a very sophisticated mechanism in the prince's main tomb chamber. If the excavation is forcibly carried out, the mechanism may be triggered, causing the prince's tomb to automatically collapse."

When Mr. Wen said this, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that this problem had caused considerable trouble to the archaeological team.

"So Mr. Wen wants to see if he can find any clues through the mural in the general's tomb?"

No need for Mr. Wen to say anything next, he already understood it over the weekend.

In the tombs of ancient emperors, a "self-destruction program" was often set up. This was to prevent future generations from disturbing their purity after death.

The best way to avoid this "self-destruction program" is to find the safe passage left by the tomb designer.

"Mr. Wen suspects that the designer of the general's tomb and the designer of the prince's tomb are the same person? Is he the author of the mural in the general's tomb?"

"Yes, that's what we came for today."

Mr. Wen nodded appreciatively. He liked this smart young man more and more.

"After all, you were the first to discover this general's tomb. It may be able to provide us with some help, so I would like to invite you to become a special advisor to our archaeological team."

As soon as Mr. Wen finished speaking, the faces of everyone behind him changed at the same time, showing expressions of shock.

At the same time, in the live broadcast room, there were also barrages that discovered Mr. Wen’s identity.

"I just searched the identity of Mr. Wen on Baidu. He is definitely one of the top three figures in the Chinese archaeological community."

"Damn it, are you so awesome?" "Mr. Wen's archaeological team was established under the leadership of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage!"

"Why would such a big person like you invite me to be a consultant at the beginning? Isn't this a bit confusing?"

"Although the general's tomb was discovered over the weekend, the value of an empty tomb is definitely not that great."

"Damn it, he's so awesome on the weekend. If he really joins the archaeological team, wouldn't he already have a staff?"

"The end of the universe is organization. Is this weekend a step to the sky?"

"I'm overthinking it. He's just a non-staff member. Do you think it's so easy to get into the staff?"

Not only the netizens in the live broadcast room felt that Mr. Wen's invitation was a bit strange, but even I was confused over the weekend.

"Mr. Wen, in fact, I was able to discover the general's tomb just because I was lucky. Isn't it a bit of a joke to invite me as a consultant just because of this?"

Weekend also saw that this old man Wen's background was definitely not simple, so he became more cautious when facing his invitation.

Mr. Wen smiled and said nonchalantly: "I remember you have a compass, right? Can you take it out and show it to me?"

I was shocked over the weekend.

compass?

Isn’t that a reward from the system?
So the real reason why Mr. Wen invited him to be the consultant of the archaeological team was because of the compass~
If that's the case, that makes some sense.

After all, no matter how unreasonable something is, as long as it has something to do with the system, everything will make sense.

"This is what you mean?"

He took out the compass at the weekend. In fact, he still didn't fully understand the function of this compass.

After Mr. Wen took the compass, he became serious, turned it over and over, and looked at it carefully for a while before finally speaking.

"Sharpen the tip of your pocket, be careful not to speak... it is indeed it."

Mr. Wen looked at the six engraved seal characters at the bottom of the compass, his tone full of nostalgia for the past.

"Where did you get this compass?"

"This compass was given to me by someone else."

After thinking about it over the weekend, I realized that this sentence was not a lie, it was just that this other person was the system.

"Is this man whose surname is Hu?"

Mr. Wen looked at the weekend with a smile, and then said: "Don't worry, I'm not a policeman... Besides, although the ancestor of the Hu family in Beijing was a captain named Mojin, that happened more than 100 years ago, and no one can pursue it. "

"If I'm not wrong, those Feng Shui techniques of yours probably come from the Hu family's sixteen-character Feng Shui secret technique, right?"

Hu family?

Sixteen-character Feng Shui secret?
My heart was pounding over the weekend, why does this sound so familiar?

Isn’t this the plot of the online novel Ghost Blowing the Lamp?

Emotions, in this parallel world, is there really Hu Bayi?

"Do you still think it's childish for me to invite you to be the consultant of the archaeological team? Although the Hu family is a captain, their understanding of ancient Chinese culture is indeed unparalleled by others."

"With your help, I believe our archaeological team can successfully open the prince's tomb."

Mr. Wen's eyes seemed to say, "Stop pretending, kid. I've already seen through everything."

He stood speechless over the weekend. He no longer knew how to complain. The system had dug a big hole for himself.

(End of this chapter)