"Teacher Yan...... Mr. Yan, are you alright? ”

Yan Changgui frowned and opened his eyes, a vague figure appeared in front of him, he blinked, his vision gradually became clear, and Feng Xi's worried face was in front of him.

"Teacher Yan, you're finally awake." Feng Xi's whole body relaxed, and he sat on the ground.

Yan Changgui looked around, and there were many people lying on the ground, all of whom were archaeological experts and staff.

He sorted out his thoughts, and finally remembered that he had touched the coffin, which caused a burst of bright light to hit, and he returned to ancient times.

"They passed out?" Yan Changgui asked.

Feng Xi nodded and said, "I was the first to wake up, and I just woke up to find that you all fainted." ”

After a pause, he said, "Teacher Yan, I am an atheist, but what happened in this ancient tomb is too strange, is there really the body of the imperial concubine in that coffin?"

Or maybe this tomb has some mechanism, and when it is touched, it will make strange things. ”

Yan Changgui stood up with the stone, the memory in his head was very fragmentary, he had indeed been to this ancient tomb.

Not in modern times but in ancient times, he brought Yun Nishang's body back to Chongyang from the palace, and then he took Yun Nishang to a snow-capped mountain.

He rubbed his temples, trying to remember, but his head was still groggy and the pain was so painful that he couldn't remember anything.

Feng Xi hurriedly stood up and walked to Yan Changgui's side, and said, "Teacher Yan, don't touch the coffin, let's open it together when everyone wakes up." ”

He was really afraid that Yan Changgui would go crazy, just like a demon, and he had to open the coffin.

Yan Changgui bowed slightly, he knew that he couldn't open the coffin alone, so he could only wait slowly.

After standing in front of the coffin for a while, Yan Changgui turned around, put on gloves and took down all the paintings hanging on the wall.

Feng Xi was also helping, and when he saw Yan Changgui put the painting in his bag, he said in surprise: "Teacher Yan, what are you doing?" ”

"These paintings are mine." The goose returned to a faint path.

Feng Xi choked and hurriedly explained: "Teacher Yan, although the painting immortals are the descendants of the Yan family, these paintings of the Great Zhou Dynasty should also belong to the country...... his voice became quieter and quieter, and finally stopped.

Because he found that Yan Changgui's eyes were getting colder and colder, and there seemed to be a strong murderous aura in the air, which was breathless.

A moment later.

The people who had fainted on the ground woke up, and after a short rest, they were ready to open the coffins.

After a sound of movement, the coffin was opened, and everyone lifted their hearts and looked nervously into the coffin.

"Ahh A person made a sound of surprise.

Yan Changgui walked over to take a look, his eyes changed suddenly, and there was nothing in the coffin.

"Ugh." Feng Xi sighed and said, "I thought there would really be the body of the imperial concubine, but there was nothing in it. ”

The group was a little disappointed, looked at the coffin, and went to finish the work in their hands.

In addition to those paintings, there are many porcelain and jade burial goods in the ancient tomb, all of which are very valuable, and the experts have gone to tinker with those things again.

A few days later.

Yan Changgui returned home with the painting.

The memory in his head was still incomplete, and some pictures flashed from time to time, and he took out the paintings he brought back and looked at them carefully one by one.

He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an extra nail on the wall of the tomb painting.

Eight paintings......

No, there should be nine paintings.

There is a painting missing from the tomb.

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