"Keys? This thing still has a key? Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, this box was about four or five centimeters thick, as if it was a whole piece before and after, and there was not a trace of gap, if it weren't for the eight-tailed cat to be sure that there was something in it, plus Qin Mu's own sixth sense, I'm afraid Qin Mu would also think that this thing was a very ordinary wooden block.

"Yes." When the eight-tailed cat said this, his expression became slightly serious, and he leaned over to the box in Qin Mu's hand, sniffed it, and said in an affirmative tone: "This thing has new traces, in other words, it has been opened." ”

"You can smell that?" Xiaobai was completely shocked.

"Of course," said the eight-tailed cat, extremely arrogant, "and don't look at who I am." After saying that, the tsundere little monster sat on the back of the sofa and held his paws, extremely comfortable.

Qin Mu had a hint of enlightenment, thinking that only Ning Zhiguo had opened this thing by himself, he groaned for a while, and said, "Xiaobai, go and bring the kitchen knife in the kitchen, well, take the original one." ”

Recently, in order to improve the efficiency of cooking, Honglian specially bought a set of ceramic knives, which is said to be much sharper than ordinary knives, but at this time, it is to start with this sandalwood, for the sake of insurance, Qin Mu still thinks that it is better to use the original kitchen knife, if the ceramic knife is damaged, it is estimated that the flame of Honglian will burn the entire clinic.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Xiaobai finally sighed helplessly and walked honestly to the kitchen.

Honglian, who was wielding a kitchen knife in the kitchen to clean up the carp, looked inexplicable, seeing Xiaobai's crying and mourning face, he only took a kitchen knife that he wanted to throw away and left, which was very strange, because he was too focused on cooking, Honglian didn't know what was going on in the living room at all - since she had eaten Qin Mu's food, Honglian had done it herself, and Qin Mu's food would eat the dead.

"Why are you going?" Red Lotus shouted.

Xiao Bai told the details of the situation, but he didn't take the kitchen knife, and when Xiao Bai returned to the living room again, he was followed by a queen.

"What's the matter," Red Lotus wiped her hands indiscriminately, the fishy smell on her hands made the eight-tailed cat's eyes light up, and she jumped down from the back of the sofa, and when she landed, she felt as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, and she threw herself at the feet of Lord Red Lotus, rubbing hard.

"Maomao, it's time for you to lose weight." Mao Mao is the name given to the cat by Red Lotus, and at the moment when the eight-tailed cat came up, Red Lotus moved her steps, not caring at all about the young mind of the eight-tailed cat who was hurt by herself in an instant.

Taking the box from Qin Mu's hand, Honglian smiled: "That's it?" I saw Honglian flipping left and right, the index finger and middle finger of her right hand were together, and she swiped lightly on the box with her sword finger, and the box opened in response.

Qin Mu's eyes were about to pop out, he didn't expect that the things that he had studied for a long time, and even had to be solved with violence, would be so simple in the hands of Red Lotus.

Looking at Qin Mu's stunned expression, Honglian smiled: "You have forgotten even the most basic, you value Hua coming back without beating your ass, this is the easiest, you can do it with spiritual power." Honglian said, opening the box that had been opened, under Honglian's opening technique, the box was still destroyed, obviously, the cracks on the side could be seen, the box was divided into two halves, and it could no longer be made into a box.

Swinging away the sawdust on the edge, a few thin pages were carefully taken out by Honglian with her index finger and thumb, and the box in the other hand was thrown aside, Honglian covered her nose and looked at the old man for a long time, and said, "Qin Mu, what kind of thing is this, a musty smell." ”

Qin Mu leaned over carefully to take a look.

The eight-tailed cat had already exclaimed, "Oh my God, what did I see! This thing cliff is thousands of years old! Specific...... Specific...... Earlier than the merchants! The period of the slave society! ”

Earlier than the business...... Qin Mu bent down with a look of disdain, picked up the fat on the back of the eight-tailed cat's neck, and picked up the fat man from the ground with one hand: "Are you all fools when we are?" Is there any historical record of that? Even if there is, Cai Lun still doesn't know where Lu Dao is wandering, is there any paper? ”

"Put me down, let me down!" The eight-tailed cat was quite uncomfortable to be carried like this, not to mention the four-legged kicking, this guy had seven more tails than ordinary cats, and the eight tails were waving wildly, coupled with the tonnage of this fat cat, Qin Mu almost couldn't carry it.

After struggling for a long time, the eight-tailed cat didn't break free from Qin Mu's hands smoothly, so he squinted his eyes and said, "Are you a little literate?" Done? When did I say it was paper? Besides, it's really not paper, don't you see the meridians on it? That's skin! It's skin! ”

"Skin?" Qin Mu repeated in confusion, took the page in Honglian's hand, his tentacles were cold, and then he looked carefully at the handwriting on the page, and sure enough, he saw small red and dark blue lines on it, winding like meridians.

"Is this actually skin?" Qin Mu was stunned: "What kind of skin is so good?" After confirming that it was skin, Qin Mu even grabbed both ends and pulled hard, although there was a certain elasticity, it was able to return to its original state quickly, and the ductility was good.

"It should be the skin of a flesh-backed turtle that was often used for writing in ancient times." Honglian said uncertainly: "The back of this turtle is like human skin, it is very smooth, but it is only thinly wrapped, because ancient people liked to hold the turtle shell for divination without doing anything, and the body of this thing is unique in that it has this kind of flesh membrane for writing, so this thing is almost extinct when human beings have not yet appeared in writing." ”

Qin Mu had three black lines hanging on his forehead, the use of this turtle was not small, but the speed of extinction was too fast.

Honglian knew what he was thinking, and rolled his eyes angrily and said: "You are content, I haven't seen a few of these flesh-backed turtles, when the skin of the flesh-backed turtle was not extinct, it was so precious, not to mention now, the few pages in your hand are probably the only ones in the world." ”

The four words "the only one in the world" made Xiaobai's eyes light up and look forward to it, for Xiaobai, who is a fan of money, what news is more valuable than letting her know that there is something that is very valuable and pinched in her own hands?

Xiaobai and the eight-tailed cat both looked at Qin Mu excitedly, knowing that this kid had made a fortune again, but Qin Mu suddenly smiled bitterly after carefully studying the fragments of the pages.

"What's wrong?" Honglian thought that Qin Mu had seen something from the pages of the book.

Qin Mu didn't answer this question directly, but asked in a roundabout way: "Do you think that Ning Zhiwen's gathering of the Ning family to block the entire Ning City this time is a bit too big, if it's just because he wants to get Ning Zhiwen." ”

Honglian nodded, but the next sentence almost made Qin Mu fall, only to see that she thought seriously for a long time, and then a sentence came out; "Of course, he still wants you."

"Ahem, this is what he wants." Qin Mu raised his hand, raised the page high, and then said slowly: "Yuwang fragment." ”