Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I was dizzy and clearly remembered that I had a dream, but I had forgotten it. I was woken up by Hou San's knocking on the door.

"Open the door!"

Hou San glared at me as soon as he entered the door, "You are really a sleepy boy. It's already half the morning. How is it, is there any progress?"

He was obviously a little anxious.

"What are you anxious about?"

I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Hey... I, ahem, if I find it, I still want to return to my position." Hou San frowned.

"Come on, do you still want to go back?" I figured it out. If I find that thing, I will leave here after returning it intact.

"Of course, with good benefits, good treatment, and leisurely work, who doesn't want to stay here?"

Hou San told the truth.

I asked him if there was any latest news about that woman, no, the witch, in the city recently?

That's right. If we want to find that thing now, we can either start from the source of the sound or from the woman. Because she is wanted by the whole city, with some modern instruments, it is not too difficult to find her whereabouts as long as she appears in the streets.

"It has been really calm these days."

Hou San said that there are no rumors. It is probably a three-minute enthusiasm. When the matter fades, who will remember it.

Then we have to hurry up, otherwise the opportunity will be gone.

We confirmed that there was no news from the police, so we wondered, did she really leave the city?

The city is on the coast, like an island, but it is backed by a mountain, bare, and trees and rocks were cut down in the early years, so it is bald. Tourism is being developed on the rocks now, and it is said that investment has been withdrawn, and no one knows why.

And the only way to leave here is by water.

Can that thing dive? This is a very important question, but since it can crawl freely, it should obviously have other abilities.

Just when we were racking our brains and didn't know how to start, I was about to forget about it.

It was about that recording, which was given to an old professor who studied linguistics.

That afternoon, the old professor asked me to go to his office.

He was very anxious on the phone.

If he really found something, that would be great. It seemed that he had discovered something.

Hou San and I went to his house.

It was a courtyard in the suburbs, but it was very close to the city, and it only took half an hour by taxi.

This city is not big.

As soon as I went there, several students of the professor warmly welcomed my arrival, and then took me to the professor's office and closed the door.

"Have tea."

The professor had already brewed tea.

He was always very welcoming to people with stories.

"Professor Zhang, hello, I..."

Before I could say a few polite words, Professor Zhang interrupted me directly and played the recording for us again.

There were three people in the room. When I heard that voice again, my mind was in a mess.

Hou San's face was even pale.

"I wonder what you have discovered? We are not very familiar with syllables, so we came to ask you for advice." I asked respectfully. I respect professors who are devoted to academic research.

Because they only have problems related to their own research in their eyes.

They will not be affected by external factors such as money and status.

"Do you know ancient sounds?"

He suddenly asked me.

Hou San and I looked at each other and shook our heads helplessly.

"The rhythm, syllables, and even the tone of this all show the most important point, that is, this sound does not come from modern times." Professor Zhang said it very clearly.

When we heard this, we stood up involuntarily.

"When was it?"

We asked at the same time.

"Don't worry."

Professor Zhang smiled.

I realized that I was a little rude, and smiled awkwardly and sat down.

"I want to know what the sound came from?" Professor Zhang asked.

"It's an ancient vase, like a work of art, but it's hard for me to guess what it's called. It's said to be unearthed in the northwest desert, and the exact location has been forgotten."

"No wonder."

Professor Zhang pondered for a moment.

"Can I see that thing?" the professor asked again.

"If it was before, it was possible, but I'm afraid it's not possible now." Hou San whispered.

"What?"

The professor frowned.

"It was stolen."

So I told Professor Zhang in detail about the strange things that happened in the museum recently and the story of the so-called witch.

The professor couldn't help but be shocked after listening to our story.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Who is that woman...where did she come from? Could that thing really be hers?"

The professor thought for a long time.

"Let me tell you, this sound is related to a historical text I once studied. About three years ago, I accidentally got an ancient book of rhythm from an ancient book."

The professor said that the ancient book recorded the pronunciations of some ethnic minority areas and the syllables of many small countries in legends, and found that these pronunciations all originated from the same phonetic system.