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

The cultural relics center was almost empty. We walked for a long time and saw nothing. Except for this old house, there was nothing else.

What is this?

Soon, both sides of the entrance to the front room were filled with jars of similar sizes, with some simple paintings painted on the outside, all of which were abstract character paintings, which looked a bit weird.

About twenty or thirty jars were spread out, and the mouths of the jars were sealed with yellow mud.

"Maybe it's some old wine hidden away."

Mountain Mouse licked his mouth and prepared to take a look.

"Don't move."

"What if... there are some poisonous insects in here, it will really be enough for you to drink a pot of it." Glasses stroked the thick lenses and said seriously.

In front of us, Scarface seemed to be talking to someone. It was a middle-aged man with eyes in a Chinese tunic suit. He turned back to look at us from time to time, expressionless, and then nodded to Scarface, and finally Scarface came out.

"Your employment applications and files have been sent here, work hard!"

Scarface sneered and left in a hurry.

"I always feel that Scarface is weird." Glasses stared at Scarface's back.

"Welcome."

Soon, the man in Chinese tunic suit came out and greeted us with a smile, "I am the director of this cultural relics institute, Chen Changqing. If you have any difficulties working here in the future, please tell me."

"Are you the only one in such a large cultural relics institute?"

Glasses was a little surprised. Although there was no welcome ceremony when joining the company, at least colleagues had to meet and get to know each other.

Chen Changqing nodded, "There is no one else here except me."

"But I heard that the superiors will send someone over soon...you are welcome!"

We had no choice but to accept his enthusiasm unhappily. It turns out that no one comes to this place where birds poop. Not to mention the harsh climate, it is inconvenient to do anything except working with yellow sand and soil all day long. Heaps and rocks, there is nothing else to do.

"Is there nothing else in the house?"

Chen Changqing smiled at this time, "Some cultural relics were sent to other places for exhibitions, so they were not sent back for a while. Most of the cultural relics were damaged, so they need to be repaired. This work is..."

He took us to the cultural relic restoration room.

In the studio of more than 100 square meters, the tables on the floor are filled with bottles, cans, and some broken stones and sculptures...

"This is where you work."

He introduced, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

The four of us looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

The accommodation is placed on the second floor, and our main job these days is to restore these numerous so-called cultural relics into a presentable state.

After eating something briefly in the evening, Chen Changqing walked out.

"Wearing this Chinese tunic suit makes us feel like we are back in the 1950s and 1960s."

Glasses complained.

"Looking at the environment here, who can say it isn't?"

"This is what happens if you offend your leader." Shan Mouzi said.

At dusk, the residents of Xiaxi Town seemed not to go out and closed their doors early. The strange thing was that there was a jar at the door of every house. Although it didn't look very outstanding, it was still a bit strange. It was an ordinary earthen pot made of homemade paper. It looked a bit rough, and even the body was not well molded.

And soon, the entire town was shrouded in darkness.

Soon, I discovered a strange thing. Maybe we happened to catch it at this time, because every household was busy stuffing something into the jars.

"Fellow, what are you doing?"

I asked them.

However, these people seemed unwilling to pay attention to us. They sometimes talked to themselves. It could be seen from their expressions that the matter was serious, but it was not clear what they said.

"It's really weird."

Every day, a few of us sit in the repair room.

The large amount of work in front of me is really frustrating.

"Hey, have you noticed that you haven't seen Chen Changqing in the past few days?" Shan Mouzi suddenly said, "He...couldn't he be transferred away?"

"How can I? Clothes and other things are all hanging here."

"Who cares about those things?"

"Hey, let's not talk about it, maybe someone really likes this Mao suit, but every time I see him, he is wearing a Mao suit, and so are the clothes hanging out. Hey, it's really unpredictable." The glasses were plastered next to them and sighed.

"Hey, you said... that camp... now..."

Vigorous reminder to us.

"Damn it, don't mention it. I almost died in there. That thing that doesn't recognize ghosts or not..." Shan Mouse was a little scared when he thought about the strange things we experienced in the infirmary that day.

"Apparently the soldiers in the camp seemed to know about the weirdo in the infirmary."

I analyzed, "It's very possible that they are hiding some secret, at least they don't want us to find out about that weirdo!"

"Who the hell is so full that they want to see that monster?"

Glasses cursed.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this time, it was in the afternoon, and there were still several boys before dark, when a strong drum sound came from the west, and it became more and more dull, almost spreading throughout Xiaxi Town.