Resurrection, I have a life simulator for cultivating immortals

"As for the geomagnetism or lightning strikes you mentioned, they don't exist at all."

"I was in the main tomb at that time, and that thing broke through the coffin and flew away."

After Wang Zhenhua finished speaking, there was an uproar in the conference room.

Those professors all thought that their guesses must be justified.

As a result, Wang Zhenhua completely denied it now.

None of their previous assumptions were correct!

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Hearing what Wang Zhenhua said, Qi Zhiyuan frowned and said.

"Old Wang, we don't know the situation, so we can only guess."

"Tell me, what do you think?"

Several other people also agreed one after another, wanting to hear Wang Zhenhua's opinion.

Wang Zhenhua didn't speak, but took out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, and lit another one for himself.

After taking a few puffs, he exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Others watched helplessly.

They all know that Wang Zhenhua has a habit of smoking when he is thinking.

So didn't bother.

After taking a few puffs, Wang Zhenhua crushed the cigarette butt out.

Then he glanced up at the screen.

He spoke slowly with a slightly hoarse voice.

"I think, maybe..."

"Cultivators do exist."

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Chapter 22 Archaeological Discoveries

As soon as this word comes out.

The whole venue was suddenly silent.

From the eyes of everyone sitting here, it is not difficult to see the shock at what they said just now.

They didn't expect that such a view would come from Wang Zhenhua's mouth.

Simply incredible.

"Old Wang, don't be joking!"

"Yeah, isn't this nonsense!"

"The matter of King Jing's tomb has not been dealt with yet, so please don't make fun of us."

"If there really are immortal cultivators, how could there be no records!"

"Cultivating immortals is completely fabricated by the ancients. As an archaeologist, shouldn't you be the clearest?"

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heard.

A meaningful smile appeared on Wang Zhenhua's face.

He glanced at the people sitting there, and then continued.

"Record? Isn't it on the stone tablet in King Jing's tomb?"

"Those accounts are exactly the same as what happened yesterday. Is there any more direct evidence than this?"

"Our archeology is about bold assumptions and careful verification."

"Immortal cultivators really exist. This is my hypothesis. All that remains is to find out where the weapon is, and I can prove my point!"

"If this assumption holds true, then..."

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Hearing this, everyone in the conference room was taken aback.

On the stone tablet in King Jing's tomb, there is indeed a record of King Jing's cultivation of immortals.

It's just that according to the usual practice, these are all regarded as the bragging of the ancients.

Did not attract attention.

After all, there are too many people who claim to have cultivated immortals in history, and there are even many records about becoming immortals.

But there has never been any definite evidence to prove the existence of these immortals.

So people nowadays take it for granted that these are just illusory legends, which are not credible.

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Although Wang Zhenhua didn't finish what he said just now, the meaning is already very clear.

If it can be proved that immortal cultivators really exist, it will be a great archaeological discovery that no one has ever seen before and no one will come again!

Every archaeologist of their time will be recorded in the annals of history!

"Prince Jing, you really showed us a different history!"

Wang Zhenhua took a sharp puff of cigarette and breathed out the fog.

His eyes looked out the window, full of fiery heat.

As the person present who knew the most about King Jing's tomb, he had a deeper feeling than everyone else.

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But at this time.

An untimely voice sounded.

"Professor Wang, I'm afraid these are all your own imaginations, right?"

Wang Zhenhua frowned and turned to look to the side of the conference room.

I don't know when a middle-aged man was sitting there.

The middle-aged man was unshaven, his eyes were squinted as if he hadn't woken up, and there was a scar on his chin.

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Qi Zhiyuan nodded to the middle-aged man.

"I forgot to introduce, this is Captain Lin Feng of the Capital Criminal Investigation Team."

"He's here to sit in on our meeting."

Lin Feng walked up to Wang Zhenhua, squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"Professor Wang, I think your view is a bit biased. How could there be immortal cultivators?"

"Could it be that the professor, as an archaeologist, still believes in these ghosts and monsters?"

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Wang Zhenhua glanced at Lin Feng coldly.

Obviously, he didn't like the rude person in front of him.

So he turned his head away and said indifferently.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand some things."

"There are a lot of things in it that you may not know much about."

"I don't know who invited you here, but I still want to advise you, non-professionals, it's better to watch and listen more."

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For Wang Zhenhua tit for tat.

Lin Feng shook his head indifferently.

He has already investigated what happened in advance.

He also heard Wang Zhenhua's speech just now.

He couldn't understand the temperament of this group of old scholars who were addicted to academic research.

Often the more knowledgeable a person is, the easier it is to be deceived by tricks.

So he went on.

"Professor Wang, in my opinion, this is a typical theft case."

"Criminals have tricked you with tricks like magic, making you think that there are real cultivators."

"I will investigate this matter to the end, Professor Wang, just wait and see."

After finishing speaking, Lin Feng wrapped up his uniform and left the meeting room.

He knew that it was useless to stay here to listen to the seminar.

Better to investigate now.

So many years of criminal investigation experience told him that someone must be behind the theft of cultural relics.

You might as well start with the videos captured on the spot, and you will definitely be able to find clues.

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at the same time.

In a rental house in Guangshen City.

Jiang Ye, who had just returned home, couldn't wait to close the door and ran into the house.

After pulling all the curtains in the house.

Jiang Ye gently stroked the light blue crescent mark on his right wrist.

He couldn't wait to see how powerful this spiritual tool Moon Golden Wheel, which had killed nearly ten thousand people in one blow, had.

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With Jiang Ye's mind immersed in the imprint.

The blue-white light like lightning reappeared.

Immediately, the crescent-shaped weapon appeared in front of Jiang Ye.

At the same time, the body trembled slightly.

It seemed to express the joy of seeing the owner again.

The whole body of the moon gold wheel is silvery white, and the precipitation of time has not made it lose its edge.

On the contrary, it has more of a quaint charm.

Jiang Ye touched the pillow and picked up a hair from it.

Then stop right above the golden wheel.

Let go, hair falls.

The moment it touched the moon golden wheel, the hair broke in two.

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Jiang Ye's eyes became even more excited.

The light blue crescent imprint on the right hand glows faintly.

Jiang Ye began to try to manipulate the moon golden wheel to rotate.

The blade of the moon golden wheel cuts the air, and a slight trembling sound appears.