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

"Boom!"

The brick in Hou San's hand was broken in two, and his hand was bleeding from the shock. He was almost numb and couldn't feel the pain.

"Zizzizi!"

The sound coming from the woman's mouth seemed particularly strange.

The woman's hand directly grabbed Hou San's throat, then lifted his body directly up, muttering in her mouth, "You are looking for death!"

"Who are you and why did you steal the porcelain?"

I felt a little relieved and said with difficulty.

"That doesn't belong to you, it doesn't belong to you."

The woman said calmly. She let go of her hand at the same time, and then quickly crawled away around the Arhat, like a gecko, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Let her run away again."

Hou San coughed for a long time and lay weakly on the ground.

"It would be nice to be able to save a life."

I comforted.

I looked around and saw that the porcelain bottle had disappeared. It must have been taken away by the woman.

"Ghost!"

Suddenly, I heard a monk in the temple shouting loudly.

"Let's leave quickly." Otherwise, if we are discovered by these monks, we won't be able to explain it even if we have ten mouths. We supported each other, carefully walked out of the house, jumped over the wall and jumped out of the temple.

We were sent to the hospital. Hou San had a broken rib. Strangely, a black hand mark was found on Hou San's chest. All the doctors felt very different. No one could tell what it was. Some even said it was a birthmark.

Of course only we understand why.

There are also rumors that the temple is haunted.

The woman disappeared from our sight again.

Hou San has been in the hospital for a few days, and we only have three days left. If we don't get the porcelain bottle within these three days, we may not be able to eat and walk away.

This woman's case is now classified as a serious criminal case, and because the British Museum is not easy to explain, the nature of this incident is a bit bad.

I don't even know how to start.

But the old professor made a new discovery.

It was one afternoon, and it was almost dusk. The old professor's students hurriedly handed us over, looking more urgent than last time. I even saw a trace of anxiety and helplessness in their eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Along the way, I was asking.

But they didn't rush to answer me, they just said it and I understood everything.

So, we hurriedly walked to Professor Zhang’s office, but this time the person who received us was not Professor Zhang himself, nor his students, but another person. It is said that this person is also an expert in the study of ancient sounds.

He told us that Professor Zhang just sent him an email.

He said that he knew the meaning of those ancient sounds.

"What, are those strange sounds?" This is undoubtedly very important news to us.

"That's right."

The man nodded.

"What about Professor Zhang himself?" I thought something might have happened to Professor Zhang?

The man hesitated for a while and then said, "Professor Zhang left a message saying that he went to a place to consult others."

I'm a little confused.

"What's the content of that sound?"

Hou San couldn't wait.

"I'm lost...send me back..."

The person said that it was basically certain that the translated ancient sounds were these few sentences, and it was difficult to figure out the rest with the current data.

"That's enough."

I'm a little excited, just these words are enough.

No wonder the woman seemed to be praying for something in front of Xuanzang last night and seemed to become very nervous, but judging from her performance, she must have failed.

Clearly she wanted to go home.

So where is her home?

Maybe it is inextricably linked to the place where the porcelain was unearthed, so that's why the porcelain was stolen.

"Let's go find that woman."

I rushed out quickly.

Hou San watched me leave in stunned silence.

dormitory.

It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and I was still standing on the balcony sorting out my thoughts over the past few days. The sound of the porcelain bottle, the strange woman, and the voices surrounding Mo Lan's ears seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact they were surprisingly similar. .

"Have you thought of a solution?"

Hou San sat on the sofa and turned on the TV out of boredom.

"No."

I shook my head boredly.

"It's been two days. We may not have the ability to find her." Hou San was dejected.

"Maybe she will come to us."

I said calmly.

"What did you say?"

Hou San was shocked.

I mean, obviously, because that woman has been dealing with us for the longest time, and everyone in this city is strange and even scary to her, maybe she wants to go back to her so-called home, and we might help Busy.

But the key to the problem is how to let her know that we can help her.

This is a headache.

"sound?"

It suddenly occurred to me.

So, I played the recorded sound again on this seemingly peaceful night.