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241 Is The Third Master Your Father Or Your Mother (6 More For Complete Order)

Qin Wanzhi always felt that there was something wrong with Shunzi's rhetoric, that there were loopholes, but she couldn't figure it out for a while,

In addition, Shunzi was "playing jokes", assuming a kneeling attitude of begging grandpa to sue grandma,

Qin Wanzhi's heart softened for a while, and he planned to wait and see, not to continue asking.

Subsequently,

The two started again and explored along the canal of the moat.

The bottom of the moat is full of uneven black stones, some of which are very large, more than two meters high, which is enough to show how huge the amount of work was when they were chiseled in the past.

It is a pity that today, the water in the canal has dried up, and there is not a single drop left~

Time is really a knife.

Qin Wanzhi felt emotional, and walked twenty or thirty meters away without knowing it.

At this moment, something strange appeared in her field of vision——

In the channel in the distance, there is a gray, black shadow like many people standing.

"what is that?"

Qin Wanzhi kept an eye out and walked forward cautiously.

After getting closer, she realized that there were many black figurines and terracotta figurines that were about the same size as the real ones. Among them were bronze carriages, and most of them were rotten.

"Sacrificial figurines? Ah, this is really an ancient tomb,"

Shunja showed a shocked expression of an outsider, and said dumbfounded,

"Miss Qin, so both of you are grave robbers?"

"Is it really a grave robber?"

Qin Wanzhi ignored him, turned her head back, and yelled in the direction of Tianzhen and Fatty Wang (ceed), "I found something, come here", and then walked towards the sacrificial figurines step by step.

Qin Wanzhi had to leave,

Fatty Wang and others are running,

Under the speed difference, the two sides almost reached the sacrificial pit with their front and rear feet.

The naive voice has recovered, he has seen a circle of human figurines and horses, his face is full of surprise,

"Strange, so weird!!"

"These figurines symbolize the welcome, or the procession of the emperor when he travels. They are often placed in the underground palace. Why do they appear here?"

The construction of a building is basically very particular,

This is the imperial mausoleum, let alone a place for children's play.

Therefore, the number of items in the underground palace, the location of their display, etc., cannot be random, and need to be organized according to the system.

The imperial mausoleum pays attention to one spirit, one momentum,

Putting the sacrificial objects in the open air like this is equivalent to the surface of a piece of fine jade with a piece of mouse droppings on it,

This is the biggest taboo of taboos!!

Once discovered by the emperor, ransacking the house will be a 100% price!

Having said that, Yunding Tiangong was built by Wang Meixiu. As a master architect of the ancient generation, he would make a mistake for no reason...

When naively thinking,

Fatty Wang had already jumped into the ditch, holding a gun in one hand and holding a flashlight in the other.

Pan Zi was afraid of his hands and feet, and hurriedly shouted,

"You don't want to move around, can you? I can't tell you there is something strange hidden."

"Has a hair?" Fatty Wang pushed the top of the figurine with the butt of his gun, and answered casually,

"It's real, it's just a stone man, can it still be alive?"

After talking back, Fatty Wang asked innocently again,

"Xiao Wu, do you think these things are worth money?"

Tianzhen regained his senses, watched it for a while, nodded and said,

"There are heads. As far as I know, the head of a terracotta warrior is worth 2.88 million, and it's still Meizi."

"Although this place is not as good as Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, the ghost artifact is a ghost artifact, so it can definitely be sold for a good price.

"Ah!" Hearing this, Fatty Wang yelled out heartbroken, "It's a pity" because no matter whether it's a figurine or a toilet, these things are not convenient to pack and take away.

Seeing that he was fascinated by money, Pan Zi got a little angry, and said angrily,

"Your uncle can't understand the situation? We ran to Yunding Tiangong, not to be experts in appraising treasures, but to find the third master..."

Fatty Wang didn't wait for him to finish, and retorted angrily,

"Third Master, Third Master, you call him Third Master. Is he your father or your mother? Are you his stupid son or illegitimate son who has been separated for many years?"

"Anyway, Fatty doesn't know him well. The reason why he came here is to earn money, not to suffer the crime of a fucking bird."

Having said that, Fatty Wang's voice changed, his tone turned into surprise, and he came up with a "huh" sound——

"Huh?"

"Look carefully, this figurine is called Xiaoshuai...".