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"Teacher... Are there so many funeral objects?"

Yang Lei felt that his heart could hardly bear it.

Since he was engaged in archaeological work, the total number of cultural relics in all the investigations he participated in is less than half of that in this small front room.

And let alone him.

Even Wang Zhenhua froze in place, without moving for a long time.

The staff behind him dared not move, for fear that without Wang Zhenhua's instructions, the cultural relics would be accidentally damaged.

Wang Zhenhua closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What a discovery! What a discovery!"

"Take out these cultural relics, enough to shock the entire China... No! Shock the entire world!"

"Protect this antechamber! It must be secured!"

Said, Wang Zhenhua squatted down cautiously.

Then he picked up a pottery bowl from the ground.

Wang Zhenhua held the bowl in his rubber-gloved hands as if it were a treasure.

"Yellow, green and blue lead glazes, typical Tang Sancai!"

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Wang Zhenhua conveniently put the bowl on the ground again.

"Yang Lei, come with me."

"Others, don't survey and map, seal this side, go out and talk to the person in charge above!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhenhua grabbed Yang Lei's sleeve and walked along the row of stone bricks in the middle of the front room.

The other staff looked at the cultural relics on the ground, leaving three people guarding here, and the others rushed back.

Such an important discovery must be reported to the superior first.

The discovery in King Jing's tomb is enough for the Chinese archaeological community to pay attention to it.

What's more, there must be more important discoveries in the main tomb inside!

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Yang Lei staggered and followed Wang Zhenhua through another long corridor.

Further forward is the main tomb.

In the silent corridor, only the footsteps of the two could be heard.

Neither Wang Zhenhua nor Yang Lei made a sound in a tacit understanding.

Until standing in front of the door of the main tomb.

"Snapped."

The flashlight in Wang Zhenhua's hand fell to the ground.

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"Teacher...what's the situation??"

Yang Lei frowned and walked into the tomb.

The searchlight in his hand shines straight ahead.

In front of him, a huge coffin was placed in the middle of the tomb.

The reason why Wang Zhenhua lost his composure.

It was because the heavy stone cover of the coffin fell to the side.

Yang Lei put the searchlight aside and looked at the teacher suspiciously.

He didn't know why the coffin was open.

So he said in a low voice, "Teacher, this Prince Jing...couldn't have been stolen!?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhenhua turned his head and gave Yang Lei a hard look.

Yang Lei was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.

Secretly thought that he shouldn't be a crow's mouth.

But if it wasn't stolen, why is the coffin open? !

Could it be that Prince Jing likes to kick the quilt when he sleeps?

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In fact, Wang Zhenhua's heart was a little beating at the moment.

He also knew that this situation was not normal.

Now I can only pray that the top cover of the coffin will fall off naturally.

Although he knows that this possibility is very small.

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The two walked slowly to the side of the coffin.

Slowly lowered his head and looked over.

The inside of the coffin was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The two turned on the flashlight and shone the beam of light into it.

But that's it.

Let the two of them immediately feel their scalps go numb!

Because there are neither bones torn apart by tomb robbers nor various funerary objects inside!

There is only one thing in this huge coffin!

A strange weapon with blood red body, sharp ends, shaped like a crescent moon!

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Chapter 11 The Weapon Moved

I saw this strange weapon in the tomb, like a fine iron blade, shining with a cold light.

Only then did the two of them see clearly that the red surface was a layer of oxide.

The blade itself should be silver-white throughout.

The outer edge is extremely sharp.

It's just incomprehensible that this weapon has no handle or hand guard.

Let alone hurting people with this weapon, it is a question of whether a normal person can pick it up.

The end is extremely weird!

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Wang Zhenhua frowned.

Let alone this kind of situation, it is unheard of in the entire Chinese archaeological circle!

The coffin in the royal tomb actually only contained a weapon.

And the shape is so strange.

It's incredible!

Yang Lei propped one hand on the side of the coffin, with a hint of doubt in his horror.

"Teacher, do you think the tomb robbers only stole the previous things and Prince Jing's body?"

Wang Zhenhua glanced at Yang Lei.

"Do you think tomb robbers are as stupid as you? They only steal the bones and leave this kind of treasure?"

"Then it's weird, how could there be such a thing left here?"

Wang Zhenhua shook his head and said to Yang Lei.

"Actually, there is another possibility..."

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"Say it quickly, teacher, you know!?"

Yang Lei looked at Wang Zhenhua curiously.

He wanted to know what was going on, that there would be a knife in the coffin of King Jing of the Tang Dynasty.

Could it be that King Jing of the Tang Dynasty was actually a knife?

Yang Lei shook his head, throwing away his unrealistic thoughts.

If Prince Jing is really a knife, who is Prince Jing's mother?

Ironmaking blast furnace?

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At this time, Wang Zhen looked at the coffin in front of him and pondered for a long time.

Finally he spoke slowly.

"This knife is the saber of King Jing of the Tang Dynasty."

"Prince Jing's Mausoleum may be a tomb of clothes!"

"Cloth Tomb!?"

Yang Lei's voice echoed in the mausoleum.

The echo in the empty tomb made Wang Zhenhua's ears hurt.

"Keep your voice down! You're not afraid of knocking down the tomb!"

"This is the best guess that fits the current situation."

"If I'm not mistaken, this royal tomb is just the tomb of King Jing."

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Wang Zhenhua looked at the strangely shaped weapon in the coffin, a little puzzled.

If this is just the tomb of King Jing of the Tang Dynasty, why did he take so much effort to build it?

Where did the real Prince Jing go?

Whether it's the column halberds on the murals in the front, or the nine patios in the back.

They are all built according to the highest standard of Tang Dynasty tombs.

It is unbelievable that such top-level tomb specifications are just for a clothes tomb.

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"The real Prince Jing..."

Wang Zhenhua turned his head and looked in the direction they came from.

"Isn't it already written on the stone tablet?"

"On the stele?" Yang Lei looked at the teacher suspiciously, "Isn't the life of Prince Jing written on the stele?"

The life of King Jing of the Tang Dynasty was so legendary.

After his death, there is only a clothes tomb, and the whereabouts of his body is not written on the stone tablet.

Yang Lei didn't understand what the relationship between King Jing's body and the stele was.