Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

But he noticed one detail.

Almost everywhere, the word fighting shark is not mentioned.

Instead, use a certain platform instead.

It seems that in order to go public smoothly, Dousha spent a lot of money and vigorously promoted public relations, intending to suppress all unfavorable news about the platform.

But when he opens Tianya.

Something happened that made him dumbfounded.

On the Penglai nonsense section, the most popular post today is titled 'Live, the past events of my robbery of Cao Cao's suspected tomb'.

The popularity of this post is not only in Tianya, it has been reposted one after another.

Tieba, Weibo and major forums.

Almost all of them have become the hottest posts of the day.

The key point is that Chen Yao clicked in and took a look. The "I" in the post was obviously written from his perspective.

It's rare that the landlord's writing is not bad.

Whether it's psychological changes or the details of tomb robbery, the writing is not bad at all.

It's just that the ability to name it is a little bit worse.

The Vajra Umbrella is written as the Black Tie Umbrella, and the Golden Crow Huoyi is said to be the fire control technique.

However, the flaws do not conceal the merits. After reading the whole article, people have a strong sense of substitution, as if they were in the scene.

In the comments, there are quite a few people who claim to be editors of novel websites, and they are asking about copyright. It seems that they intend to fight for the copyright of online or physical books.

Chen Yao couldn't help but laugh. During the live broadcast last night, many viewers said they were going to post, but they didn't expect it to be a joke.

"Is this the day I will be plucked?"

Chapter 65 The Yellow River Ghost Coffin and Luoyang Old Town

Looking through the posts all the way.

Looking at the comments of those sand sculpture netizens, the road will not look boring.

In addition to Shen Hong, once the conversation started, it basically couldn't stop.

Hearing from his own words, it has been more than ten years since he started to run freight at the age of 19. Traveling all over the world, it is inevitable that he will hear all kinds of strange things.

Strange talks, folk rumors.

What haunting incidents, supernatural incidents on the Nine-Route bus, Yin soldiers passing through Mangshan Mountain, and whether you can live or die in the Forbidden City or die in Luoyang.

These were just pediatrics, and what made Chen Yao a little interested was that when Shen Hong mentioned the Yellow River, he turned his eyes away from his mobile phone.

"Hey, it was the 70s. The Yellow River suffered a rare drought in a century. The river dried up and the Yellow River stopped flowing."

"There is a village called Lijia'ao over there. There are only thirty or forty families. There is no water to drink. You can barely survive without food for three days, but if you don't drink water, you will die of thirst. "

"But the Yellow River has stopped flowing, and the streams and ponds in the village have dried up early. In desperation, the village chief can only think of a way."

"Call a group of people to dig the bottom of the Yellow River."

"The Yellow River has been thousands of years old, and there are many rumors and taboos. If no one dares to do it on weekdays, but if there is no water here, the whole family will die of thirst."

"Life and death are at stake. Who cares about those things? The whole village, old and young, worked desperately to dig the sand for a whole day and night. Tsk, they really dug something up."

Shen Hong lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. After staying up all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all, but was full of energy.

He glanced sideways at Chen Yao.

"Brother, guess what those people dug up?"

Chen Yao was engrossed in listening, when he suddenly asked himself a question, he couldn't help thinking about it.

"It must be something weird, right?"

"How about I say, I hit it off with you, little brother, and I guessed right."

Shen Hong slapped his thigh hard, and the soot was scattered all over his body, but he didn't care at all, he just blew hard.

Then with a very strange look.

It seems a little frightening.

Even the voice was unconsciously lowered a lot.

"Under the Yellow River... a coffin was dug out!"

coffin?

Chen Yao frowned.

There was an imperceptible throbbing in his chest.

But he was quickly suppressed.

Just pretending to be extremely surprised, "Seeing the coffin in the Yellow River, isn't this a good omen?"

"Who said it wasn't? At that time, the group of people were all scared. There was a dragon lying on the coffin. The village chief didn't dare to mess around anymore, so he invited a Feng Shui master overnight."

"That Mr. is a man of extraordinary ability. From all over the world, we come to him to look at houses and tombs, calculate horoscopes and test birthdays, observe mountains and stars, search for dragons and lock wells, and come to him."

"But Mr. Feng Shui, when he saw the coffin, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times."

Speaking of this, Shen Hong's face was full of shock.

"This scene frightened the people in Lijia'ao half to death. No one knows what's going on."

"After he muttered something, he said to the village chief with a serious face that it was a Raksha coffin, and the people buried in it were not human beings."

"It must be buried immediately, otherwise the hundreds of people in Lijia'ao will all die."

When the village chief heard this, he dared to think of other things, so he hurriedly sent people back to kill pigs and sheep, and prepared three animals, yellow paper and incense.

Carefully buried the ghost coffin back in the Yellow River.

Do it all.

That night, the hundred and ten people in Lijia'ao did not dare to sleep, for fear that the things in the raksha coffin would come out and kill them.

But the night passed in a trance.

Early the next morning, someone finally left the village trembling and frightened.

Only then did I realize that the Yellow River, which had already stopped flowing, suddenly reached knee-high water overnight.

And that coffin has long since disappeared.

"The ghost coffin of the Yellow River..."

After listening to the story told by Shen Hong.

Chen Yao couldn't help but feel thoughtful in his eyes.

Since ancient times, the Yellow River has been where the dragon veins are located, and its source, Xingxiu Sea, is considered to be the place where stars are born.

For thousands of years, whether it is historical records or folk rumors, countless strange stories have been left behind.

In addition to the ghost coffins of the Yellow River, various weird and mysterious objects often rush out of the river during the flood season, and there are also mysterious corpse hunters who are as famous as the Xiangxi corpse hunters.

It is said that this pedestrian drifts on the river all year round, and there is a rule of fishing three times and not fishing three times.

Compared with other people, they know the most about those weird gossip.

but……

If there is a chance.

It is really possible to search for news about that Yellow River ghost coffin.

But right now, the most important thing is to enter Luoyang first.

As the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties, there is no other place with such profound heritage.

It's almost ten o'clock in the morning.

The truck finally got off the highway.

"Brother, are you going to the company with me, or where will you be placed?"

"Find a more interesting place and just let me down."

"Success, then put you over there in the old city."

Shen Hong has been racing cars all year round and is very familiar with Luoyang. If he happened to go to the company, he would pass by the old city.

After more than half an hour.

Chen Yao put his bag on his back and jumped off the passenger seat.

"Thank you, Brother Shen, we will have dinner together later when we have time."

It has been almost ten hours since I left Cao Cao's tomb last night.

I'm afraid those people have already noticed something.

I just don't know, did I ever think that I was already thousands of miles away.

A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yao raised his head and looked around.

It's June right now, and it's the hottest time, the sun is scorching hot above the head, and the streets are full of eye-catching girls holding parasols and wearing cool clothes.

But now he doesn't think much about it.

On the road, I reached out and stopped a taxi. The driver was an uncle in his 50s and [-]s.

They run a taxi, and they basically know that Chen Yao is probably a foreigner who came to travel from the accent and appearance.

Immediately talked freely and introduced more than ten scenic spots.

What White Horse Temple, Museum, Laojun Mountain, Longmen Grottoes, Xishan Grottoes.

But after chatting for a while, Chen Yao talked about the antique appraisal industry he had learned. This time he came to Luoyang, one for traveling, and the most important thing was to do his graduation thesis.

The main thing is that he looks young, gentle and energetic, just like a student at first glance.

"There are too many antique cities."

"But young man, Zhou Wangcheng, Longmen, Tianzijialiu, that won't work, they are all things to fool you outsiders."

"If you really want to see the real stuff, you have to go to Lao Luoyang. If you don't look around, you might be able to get a few good things."

really.

Those who know a city best are often taxi drivers.

They are all natural guides, cross talk masters, and experts in various industries.

Astronomy and geography, cultural background, changes of the times, from south to north, anecdotes and gossip about ghosts, all know everything.

This just opened my mouth.

People give the analysis clearly and logically.

"Okay, then listen to your master and go to Lao Luoyang to have a look."

Chen Yao handed over a cigarette, and the uncle took a look, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Young man is authentic. When you arrive in Luoyang, if you come to Hongluo, it will definitely give you heart and soul."

After lighting a cigarette, the uncle sighed in admiration.

Along the way, I told him a lot about looking at antique objects, and he seemed to be a good collector.

It's about half an hour.

In Chen Yao's line of sight, he saw a row of ancient buildings.

"Here we are, that is the old city of Luoyang. If you see the stalls outside, just look around. Ninety-nine percent of them are parallel imports."

Chapter 66

paid.

Thank you again.

Only then did Chen Yao put on his bag and head for the old city with his sunglasses on.