Artifact

"You eat with oil all over the seats!"

"Cut, just wash, just wash!

"Then why don't you drive!".

“...... You, don't deceive people too much, do you think I can't learn......?!

After all, somehow Hong Lian always had a fear of machinery, and she shrank back to the co-pilot while her mouth was stiff.

Yi Qing started the engine, and driven by 1,200 horsepower, the RV suddenly let out a roar.

Hong Lian meowed: "The funeral is done, where are we going next?".

"Back to Pangjia Town!".

"Is that what you just said about the ancient tomb?".

"Yes! Lu Zhengwu suppressed this matter and didn't report it, just wait for us to pass!".

"Hey, I thought it was a big deal, just an ancient tomb, and my father was desperately rushing back!"

In the night, Yi Qing stared at the road ahead, and his voice was low:

"It's really a big deal, it's just that Night Thirteen slept too fast, and I haven't had time to say it......

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"Isn't it just the head of the clay man, I have my own way to take out this golden pill inside, don't worry. "

"It's not just the head of the mud bodhisattva, it's this ancient tomb!"

"What happened to the tomb?".

"Remember Lu Zhengwu's nephew...... No, is the niece Fang Ling? That technical genius, she did a carbon 14 test on the ancient tomb, and the preliminary estimate is that it is a 2,000-year-old Han tomb. "

"What about the Han tombs? After hundreds of millions of years, the land of the eastern soil has been bustling with people coming and going, isn't it normal to find a tomb?"

"Then let me ask you, when was the head of the mud bodhisattva cut off, and why did it appear in a Han tomb 2,000 years ago?".

Honglian was greedy for a while, but now that he was said by this sentence, he couldn't help but understand the strangeness.

Yes, the head of the mud bodhisattva was ripped off when it was broken a few decades ago, how could it have inexplicably appeared in the ancient tomb two thousand years ago?

Could it be that this head will escape through the wall and find a grave to hide?

No! no way!

Yi Qing saw that Honglian didn't answer, and said, "I have asked Uncle Lu to seal the entrance of the tomb again, and I will talk about it when we go." But in the early hours of this morning, Fang Ling suddenly called, saying that there was a strange sound from the tomb, and the frightened workers had all run away!".

Honglian frowned slightly: "Is there such a thing? It is because the tomb has accumulated yin for a long time, there are spirits and monsters, or the funeral utensils are old and refined, and they can be removed after we arrive!"

Yi Qing nodded: "Anyway, I've already asked them to draw a warning range, just wait for us to pass." "

"How long will it take?".

"If I drive alone, it will take me five or six days at the earliest!"

"Okay, you just drive slowly, I'll go sleep with my father, hehehehe......

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"You ——

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"Hmph, I know that Sister Yiqing will be jealous, and I still have to refine the mixed yuan spirit treasure, where is the time to rest! I'm leaving!".

With that, the black cat jumped a few times and jumped from the sunroof to the roof of the car.

The Mixed Yuan Spirit Treasure in Hong Li's hand will still take several months to refine, and her current body is a cat, so she doesn't dare to mess around, so she can only run to the back and drag the carriage to refine.

Yi Qing lost the interference of Honglian, and was more concentrated, driving towards the main road with one mind.

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Night Thirteen seems to have slept beautifully, but in fact, he hasn't rested well at all.

Because the prisoner dragged the night thirteen to practice, he tossed him back to life.

It wasn't until dawn and the car stopped that Night Thirteen woke up, and the first thing he did was to swallow the bite of food that had melted in his mouth.

He looked around and saw that the car was not parked - at first he thought it was parked in the RV park or parking lot, but it was actually stuck in a mountain road.

Looking down along the mountain road, the traffic is winding and endless, at least more than ten kilometers are blocked!

Yi Qing looked back at Ye Thirteen with dark circles under his eyes: "Are you really comfortable, have you slept enough?".

Night Thirteen hurriedly got into the passenger seat: "You go sleep for a while, you have to be blocked for at least half a day." I'm staring here, and I can call you open. "

Yi Qing covered his mouth and yawned: "Don't." I'm hungry, and you give me something to eat. "

is obviously an older young woman in her thirties, but her coquettish charm is not lost to the youthful You Long'er at all.

Night Thirteen said: "Okay, I'll make you what you want to eat!".

"Hmm...... I want to eat omelet rice!".

Night Thirteen got into the car and opened the refrigerator: "Huh, I bought two dozen eggs, why are there no one?".

Yi Qing seemed to remember something, and immediately turned his face away, as if he didn't see it: "Hmm...... It's all broken, I'll ...... and threw ......".

"It's only been a few days, how can it all be broken?!".

There was a whisper from the side: "Isn't it because of you, Dad?"

"Me?".

"In order to find you, Sister Yiqing used the egg soul summoning method, but the inventory was all wasted!".

"What is this?".

It is said that by standing up an egg three times in a row, it can bring back a lost person or a lost soul. "

“...... I can imagine how these eggs were sacrificed...... I have a question, though. "

"Dad, please speak. "

"Is it okay to change eggs to duck eggs or quail eggs?

Yi Qing finally couldn't help it, and snorted heavily: "Night Thirteen, you still say!".

"Okay, well, then there are no ingredients now, and the omelet rice can't be made. "

"Who said no? There is a truck delivering eggs at two corners under the mountain road, selling them in boxes, and the driver also boils eggs on the spot, and many people go to buy them. "

Night Thirteen put on his coat: "Then I'll buy it!".

As soon as he got out of the car, the mountain breeze blew on his face, and the whole person of Night Thirteen was immediately in good spirits.

There were a lot of whispers and private laughter from the side, and a tall uncle who got off such a luxurious RV would be regarded as very rich, and it was inevitable that he would be amazed by the girls and young women around.

Night thirteen strides meteor, down the mountain road, sure enough, in the traffic there are many people carrying a whole box of eggs and boiled eggs to go back.

With the strength of Night Thirteen's feet, it took more than twenty minutes to come to the side of the truck, the driver was a middle-aged man, who looked older than Night Thirteen, and was shouting vigorously

"Fresh eggs! Delicious boiled eggs! Sixty-one boxes, five cents each!".

"I'm a direct supply from the origin, anyway, I can't catch up with the delivery, it's better to sell a little to make up for the loss!".

"It's been blocked for 12 hours! Don't expect to eat today, why don't you buy some egg mats!".