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

In Lao Huang's words, Wang Yishan is a person who knows how to get involved in everything, whether it's in the mountains or the sea. Just like that saying, wherever there is the sun, there are Chinese people.

"Where did you get it?"

Lao Huang asked.

Wang Yishan said he got it accidentally. When he was traveling in XJ, a local person sold it to him.

However, after we looked at it for a long time, we couldn't see anything else except the penetrating flame inside the stone, which looked like a piece of natural amber. There might be mosquitoes, centipedes, or spiders wrapped in it. Even something slightly larger will do.

If it's a little older, it's just Yu Qian's playful giraffe amber, and that's just for laughs.

But this stone is wrapped in fire...

It's really incredible. But maybe it was just that the internal structure was deposited under the volcano, preserving its original appearance at that time. Lao Huang said casually and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Can you take out that book?"

Lao Huang changed the topic.

"Book?"

Wang Yishan put away the stone and frowned, "I don't know that you care about just a broken book?"

"That was left to him by Second Master Lin. Second Master Lin has been missing for more than ten years. It's time for the property to return to its original owner."

Lao Huang said.

"Yes, the owner of the shop gave me a book back then." Wang Yishan said bluntly.

"Did the owner of this store leave the book to you in anticipation of a fire?" This really puzzled us. If this was the case, how could the owner of the store move all the valuable things? Walk.

"No!"

Sure enough, Wang Yishan denied it outright. "It would be easier if things were like this, but it won't be, hey..."

Ever since the owner of Tianyipu received the thing that Mr. Lin had pawned, he had been restless. He had to start talking about it the night after he received it. The thing was put away, but at night, as the pawnshop owner was lying on the bed, he always felt that something was wrong.

There seemed to be a lot of sounds in the house, all mixed together, like entering a virgin forest.

All kinds of strange sounds came and went, and the whole family was woken up. It was like this every night, and the family couldn't bear it, so in the middle of the night, the shop owner went to see what was wrong.

In the backyard warehouse, he searched for the source of the sound for a long time, and found something strange about the things stored by Mr. Lin. Later, someone said that they heard the shop owner screaming in the middle of the night. Almost every household in that street heard the sound in the middle of the night and was awakened.

It is no longer known what the Tianyi pawnshop owner saw.

It was not until the next few days that after Wang Yishan came back, the owner of Tianyi Shop handed the thing to Jinshi Pavilion for safekeeping. Wang Yishan recalled that when he saw the owner of Tianyi Shop, his face was not very good.

The shop owner said that someone would pick it up by then.

Wang Yishan and the shop owner also have some connections. One collects things and the other is responsible for finding buyers, so they still have some contact.

"He... looked like he had just crawled out of the coffin."

"What happened next?"

I asked.

"Later... something happened in the shop." Wang Yishan sighed, "What a pity!"

"What about the book?"

Lao Huang asked him.

"The book is intact. According to the rules, have you brought the pawn tickets?" Wang Yishan was saying, waving his hand and preparing to go into the house to get it.

Having said this, I started sweating.

Damn it!

If the pawn ticket hadn't been stolen, why would he have suffered like this?

"More than ten years have passed, and I don't know where it is. You also know that Mr. Lin has been missing for many years, and there is no news. Now his descendants come to pick him up. Isn't it an exaggeration? At the beginning, he We can pay double the amount of money we paid, and the property will be returned to its original owner.”

Old Uncle Huang stared at him.

"That thing doesn't belong to them at all, how can it be returned to its original owner?" Suddenly, several people burst in from the door. The leader looked fierce, and we were shocked when we entered the door.

About four people came in.

They were all wearing wrinkled clothes, and the logo on the clothes was familiar to us.

They are from the archaeological team!

"How many are there?"

Wang Yishan was a little dumbfounded now.

"Take back what belongs to us." The leading man took out a pawn ticket and said, "You know, Lin Dasheng is one of our team members. I didn't expect that he actually ran away without permission."

The Lin Dasheng they refer to is my grandfather's name.

"Do you... have any evidence?"

Wang Yishan asked.

This man unhurriedly took out a crumpled black and white photo from his arms and handed it to him. A few of us hurried over to take a look. Sure enough, there were a total of twenty people in the photo.

Everyone is wearing work clothes, and the photo seems to have been taken at a ruins, but the words on it are a little blurry.

And I recognized one of them at a glance. It was my grandfather's appearance when he was young.

It turns out that he is really a member of the national archaeological team.

And why did he run into the mountain village so desperately? And the only clue seems to be the fragment of "Journey to the West"?