Fast Travel System: A Happy Life

Chapter 162 Secrets in Historical Relics (10)

Jing Baisong woke up and found that he was lying on the ground, his head was groggy and his nose was blocked.

His memory was still at the time when the mist gushed out of the ground, and he didn't remember the subsequent development at all.

He struggled to get up from the ground, feeling dizzy and staggering.

He supported the stone table with both hands, put his body weight on the stone table, lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

Recalling the bits and pieces of yesterday, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

Trying hard to think about it, my headache burst.

His complexion was abnormal and fiasco, his lips were pale and chapped with traces of blood.

What the hell did I forget.

His throat was so dry that it was smoking, and he couldn't say a word. He cleared his throat several times vigorously.

It seems that after lying on the ground for a long time, I really caught a cold.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a clean stone table.

What about palace lanterns?
His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no trace of the palace lantern.

Several luminous pearls were there, but the palace lantern was missing.

He was a little flustered, and staggered out of the mausoleum.

The scorching sun shines in the sky, and the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves.

Jing Baisong felt that the chill in his body had been dispelled a lot.

The originally pale complexion did not improve, but became even uglier.

The sun was hanging overhead, and it was already noon.

He walked out with a solemn expression. The car that arrived yesterday and the bodyguards who followed him were outside.

His voice was hoarse and dry, "Someone went in yesterday."

The drowsy bodyguard suddenly woke up, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Baisong's condition at the moment is not very good, his eyes are black and blue, his lips are chapped, and his whole body is crumbling.

"I'm fine," he waved his hand and continued to ask, "Has anyone ever gone in?"

The bodyguard replied affirmatively, "Our brothers guarded several exits throughout the night, so we can be sure that no one has gone in."

"Where are the people who followed us last night?"

The bodyguard patted the back of his head, "On one side are Mr. Jing and Li Daochang. They left soon, and the other two seem to be people from the Cultural Relics Bureau."

Jing Baisong looked solemn, "Is anyone else passing by here?"

"No."

Jing Baisong didn't ask any more, and leaned tiredly on the back seat, "Go back first."

He needs to clear his mind.

"it is good."

...

Chu Qinghe was leisurely staying on Li Daochang's treasure shelf.

Daoist Li has a lot of things in his collection, most of which have spirit weapons.

At noon, seeing Daoist Li leaving, a group of spiritual weapons came out to have fun.

Everyone gathered in front of the palace lantern, "It seems that we have another little friend."

"She's so pretty."

"Hmph, am I pretty?" A man in a pale yellow moiré dress said arrogantly.

Chu Qinghe faintly floated out of the palace lantern.

Wearing a red dress immediately amazed the onlookers.

"Of course she is the prettiest."

The man stared blankly.

Ahem, he turned his head awkwardly, "Forget it, I admit that she is the second most beautiful in the world, and of course I am the number one." His cheeks were stained with a blush.

Chu Qinghe was a little curious, "Who are you?"

The group of spirit weapons in front of them seemed to respect the man who just spoke.

She saw that everyone subconsciously glanced at the man, hesitated to speak, and did not answer her question.

The man puffed up his chest and patted it, "I am the jade seal loved by many emperors, you can call me Mr. Ayu."

Chu Qinghe smiled slightly, no wonder, Chuan Guo Yuxi, the status is really high.

His bright yellow clothes were indeed radiant and extraordinary, and there was a faint golden light around him.

She felt that the aura around her was indeed much more abundant.

After Ayu finished speaking, everyone started chatting about introducing themselves.

A little girl in a vermilion dress said, "I am fifteen hundred years old, and it is a three-color ceramic vase, which was buried with a royal family."

"I, I, I," said a burly man with a rough voice, "I have been on the battlefield, how can I deploy troops without me."

This is a military talisman. The clothes on his body are all in tatters. It seems that he has really had a hard life.

"And I," a noble elder sister wearing a white dress with a floor-length phoenix tail skirt said proudly, "I am the phoenix crown that has accompanied the Queen throughout her life, and she will be buried with her after her death."

The three-color bottle rolled its eyes, "It's a tiny pearl on the phoenix crown."

Pearl immediately responded unconvinced, "That is also the most precious South China Sea pearl, you ordinary people don't know how to appreciate it."

She floated to Ayu's side, "Really, Mr. Ayu."

Ayu turned a deaf ear to her words, and stared straight at Chu Qinghe with peachy eyes, "What about you, what are you?"

Good guy, these spiritual artifacts have extraordinary origins, and the three-color bottle is [-] years old.

"I am the Octagonal Palace Lantern, three hundred years old."

Ayu laughed lightly, without any hint of sarcasm, "Your master loves you very much, and it is the master's hard work that we can transform into spirits."

Sancai Ping looked at her enviously, "You are so pretty, unlike me, it's rare to meet someone who appreciates me."

Chu Qinghe frowned, "You're also pretty."

"By the way, why are you all gathered here?"

Didn't it mean that cultural relics with spiritual artifacts are rare? Most of the cultural relics here have spiritual artifacts, which is too strange.

Ayu's tone was mocking, "The sanctimonious hypocrite stole it from us."

Sancaiping said angrily, "Yes, yes, he is the big bad guy."

She has been captured longer than Ayu, and has witnessed many scenes of the annihilation of cultural relics.

"Damn Zhou Chuansheng, he brought us here to satisfy his selfish desires..."

Wait, wait, Zhou Chuansheng?

Isn’t this someone who died long ago?

Isn’t it Daochang Li?

Chu Qinghe was a little dizzy, thinking that she had auditory hallucinations.

"You mean Zhou Chuansheng?" She hastily interrupted the words of the three-color bottle, with unbelievable surprise in her tone.

"Yes," Sancaiping was confused. Did she say something wrong? This palace lantern looks so scary.

She floated behind Ayu, grabbed the corner of Ayu's clothes, poked out a small head from behind him, and stared at Chu Qinghe shiveringly.

Chu Qinghe suppressed the surprise in his heart, and his tone slowed down, "Sorry, I was so surprised."

The scourge Zhou Chuansheng is not dead!

Also pretending to be Li Daochang wandering in real life.

too frightening.

Ayu is relatively calm, there must be some hidden secret that he didn't expect, "Is there any problem with Zhou Chuansheng?"

Chu Qinghe said: "People outside call him Li Daochang now."

Ayu sneered, and understood Chu Qinghe's surprise, "I'm a hundred-year-old monster, so I don't want to change my name after a while."

"You just said that many cultural relics were brutally murdered, what about you?" Most of these spiritual artifacts were related to the emperor, and they were full of aura. It made no sense that Zhou Chuansheng would give up on them.

Sancai Ping is really a warm-hearted little girl, she floated over to be affectionate with Chu Qinghe, "It's thanks to the protection of Ayu and the big fool."

"Ayu has the dragon breath of several generations of emperors. He protects us with his aura. The evil spirit on the stupid man is too heavy, Zhou Chuansheng dare not act rashly."

(End of this chapter)