Tomb robbing: Master Xiangling swept through Wanling!

In 2003, on Baidi Street in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, at dusk, more than half of the shops on the street began to close.

In an antique shop called Xiling Seal Society, a young man in his twenties turned off the power in the shop with a dull look on his face and walked out of the store.

"Oh, I didn't receive any shit again."

The young man's name is Wu Xie.

His parents died when he was very young, and he lived with his second and third uncles afterwards.

But his second and third uncles were too busy, and when he was a little older, they sent him to study abroad for unknown reasons.

Both uncles loved him very much, and gave him more living expenses than he could spend, but they had no time to visit him, and asked him to study more and go home less. It was not until he graduated from university two years ago that his second uncle took him home.

Then his third uncle gave him an antique shop.

He majored in archaeology, and running an antique shop was considered a professional job.

But being interested was an interest, but it was very uncomfortable if he couldn't make any money.

Just as Wu Xie closed the shop and was about to drive home, his cell phone suddenly received a text message

"Nine o'clock corns and yellow sand."

Seeing these words, Wu Xie immediately gave up the idea of going home to sleep.

The text message was sent to him by his third uncle Wu Sanxing, which meant receiving new goods in code.

Just when he was about to call his third uncle, another text message came,"Dragon Back, come quickly."

Seeing Dragon Back, Wu Xie immediately threw his phone into the passenger seat, started the car and rushed to his third uncle's house.

Dragon Back means good things.

His third uncle was a dirt collector in secret, and he had seen a lot of good things. What he said was a good thing must be a rare thing!

Not only was he looking at treasures, he just happened to have something to do with his third uncle.

He didn't open the business today and was bored all day, but he didn't gain anything.

He ran into a ghost merchant from Peking, and took a photo of a Warring States silk book from the ghost merchant, which happened to be for his third uncle to see.

Half an hour later, Wu Xie drove to his third uncle's house.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw his third uncle standing on the balcony on the second floor, shouting at him

"You little bastard, I told you to hurry up, but you took so long"

"There's no point in coming now. I didn't prepare your meal."

""What the hell?"

Wu Xie exclaimed, and asked,"No way, Third Uncle, you sold this thing too quickly."

He had just finished speaking when he saw a young man walking out of the main entrance on the first floor.

The young man was carrying a long thing on his back, wrapped tightly with cloth strips.

The shape of this thing was obviously a weapon, and what his Third Uncle called a good thing must be an ancient weapon.

Ancient weapons are indeed valuable, and the good ones can even be exhibited in museums.

"This guy is really quick to act."

Wu Xie complained in his heart, but he didn't say anything else, for fear of upsetting the young buyer.

After the young buyer left, Wu Xie went upstairs with a complaining look on his face.

"Uncle, why don't you wait for me?"

"A friend of mine put that thing on consignment. I didn't expect that someone would come to my door right after I received it."

"Why are you so slow today?"

Wu Sansheng glared at Wu Xie unhappily.

"Oh, I've read too much."

"If I had known there was something good, I would have gone home earlier. Anyway, if the store is closed every day, it would be a waste of water and electricity."

Wu Xie shook his head.

He felt that his luck was really bad recently, as if he was being watched by God.

After two sips of tea, Wu Xie finally came to his senses and handed the camera to Wu Sanxing.

"Uncle San, I met someone today who came from Beijing."

"As soon as he came, he asked me if I knew about the Warring States Silk Book. He said he heard that my grandfather had a piece of"

"I took a picture of the silk book. See if it's useful. Make a copy of it and sell it. Maybe it'll be worth some money."

"this...."

Under Wu Xie's puzzled gaze, Wu Sansheng remained silent and directly printed out the photos in the camera.

"Uncle San, is this fake?"

Seeing Wu Sansheng frowning, Wu Xie's heart sank. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

I thought I could get some bargains, but it seems that it's not possible.

"It's true!"

After hearing Wu Xie's words, Wu Sansheng's face changed and he became a little excited.

"This silk book seems to be a map of an ancient tomb."

"This is really a great fortune. It seems that the owner of this thing doesn’t know what it is. We can rush to dig out this pit!"

""Huh?"

Wu Xie was very confused. The silk book was written in small characters and ancient Chinese. How could it be a map?

The next moment,

Wu Xie quickly snatched the printing paper from his uncle and took back the camera.

His uncle was proficient in ancient Chinese and liked to study strange and unorthodox traditions.

So, since his uncle said so, he must have seen something from those ancient texts.

In ancient times, there was a kind of map called calligraphy and painting, which was to write the geographical location in words.

This silk book should be a calligraphy and painting map.

He had seen a lot of antiques since he was a child, but he had never been to a graveyard.

This time, he would let his uncle take him with him no matter what.

Buying a few good treasures back would just help him get through his financial crisis!

"You little bastard!"

"Digging is not like playing house. There is no air conditioning there, and there are traps everywhere."

"You are the only child of our Wu family. If anything happens to you, your father will skin me alive in his dreams."

""That's it!"

Wu Xie yelled, grabbing the camera and copy paper and ready to leave.

He knew his uncle too well. When he met something he liked, he would throw away all his principles.

"stop!"

"You are awesome, okay? But I have to tell you first, when we go down the pit, you must stay on top!"

As expected, he just turned around and heard the answer he wanted.

Hearing this, Wu Xie was secretly happy, and he could finally go down a real pit.

He turned around, put on a self-righteous expression, and nodded:

"Don't worry, Uncle San. I'll listen to you when we're out."

"I know what propriety is.

Seeing Wu Xie's hypocritical look, Wu Sanxing shook his head helplessly and wrote a note.

"This ancient tomb should be that of a noble of Lu during the Warring States Period."

"The two of us are not enough. I will find some friends to come over in the next two days and solve this map by the way."

"Take this note and prepare what is written on it."

"Also, don't buy fake goods and then prepare your hiking gear, or you'll be arrested and teased before you even get there."

"Don't worry!"

Wu Xie patted his chest, turned around and left without even looking at what was written on the paper.

Standing on the balcony, watching Wu Xie drive away.

Wu Sansheng's smile faded, his eyes narrowed.

"When we can no longer bear it, it will be your turn to replace us."

(The official plot of the next chapter.)