Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

When the misty sun emerges from the leaden clouds.

The sky, which had been snowing for three or five days in a row, finally cleared up.

Rays of sunlight passed over the Black Dragon Mountains that stretched across the sea of ​​sand and shone onto the earth. An ancient, lonely, weathered and mottled ancient city gradually showed signs of decline in the light and shadow.

A clear dividing line can be seen on the walls of the ancient city.

It seems to have been sealed in the sea of ​​sand for countless years.

The light and dark are distinct.

Just like the low and damaged city wall on the periphery, it separates the inside and the outside, while also separating death and life.

"Wow, it's clear now!"

"Brothers, come out and see, the sun is out."

“Finally, we don’t have to brave the snow anymore.”

Outside the city wall.

In the camps that rise from the ground and are shaped like umbrellas.

There was constant cheering.

One after another, voices came out from behind the curtains. Looking at the gradually dispersing leaden clouds and the golden light that was pouring down, I felt indescribably excited.

"Mr. Pat, you have something. What you said about the weather clearing up actually came true."

The young people surrounded Pat and chattered.

"Of course not. After all, I have lived in the Western Regions for most of my life, so I do have this ability."

Pat was holding a pipe, puffing on it, and said with a smile.

From Kunmo City to now.

In the blink of an eye, almost a month has passed.

He has also become familiar with everyone.

He was originally worried that it might be difficult to get along with them, but after a while, he found that these guys were very enthusiastic and took great care of him, an old man.

"This is the old man."

Several people gave thumbs up.

Pat couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The Western Regions are not like the Han area.

Especially since he is Uyghur.

From generation to generation, they can only work hard for Master Bai and work like slaves for the owner.

It was only during this trip that he realized that people can get along with each other, not just masters and servants.

"Speaking of which, the weather is so nice, so should we set off today?"

"Of course. Didn't I tell you long ago that we won't delay our trip once the weather clears up?"

"coming……"

While talking.

Hua Maguai seemed to be startled by the cheers and came out of the tent.

Facing the big sun in the sky.

The sun shines on my body and it feels warm.

He couldn't help but stand there in a daze for a moment.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last saw this scene.

Since entering the Western Regions, there has been either frost, ice and snow or yellow sand all over the sky. Seeing this warm spring breeze, I would have thought that spring had arrived overnight.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Make a fire, cook, pack your luggage, and prepare to return!"

Take a deep breath.

A chill ran across my nose and throat.

Growing up in Xiangyin, he had never imagined that the cold in winter actually has a taste.

Glancing at the crowd.

Hua Maguai said loudly.

The shopkeeper and his men had been gone for a few days. During these days, they had dug three feet deep into the ground of the ancient city of Jingjue. It had to be said that although this ancient city in the Western Regions had been visited by countless colleagues over the past thousand years, the number of funerary objects left behind was astonishingly large.

And the style is very different from that of the Han area.

He could imagine it.

Wait for them to return to Chenjiazhuang.

The moment these exquisite artifacts appear in Banjinlou, they will bring great shock to antique collectors and old hands.

"Yes."

As he raised his arm and shouted.

In an instant, hundreds of men responded with shouts, and then divided into several groups. Some were responsible for making fire and cooking, some were responsible for cleaning up the tents and camps, and more were responsible for carrying and loading goods.

The entire ancient city is filled with a vibrant scene.

Hua Maguai showed a rare look of relief on his face.

Ever since the shopkeeper and his companions left, the burden on his shoulders became much heavier. With hundreds of people far away in the Western Regions, eating and sleeping were no longer trivial matters.

What's more.

In the ancient city under the yellow sand.

Black snakes, sand scorpions and various poisonous creatures can often be seen.

If you are not careful, there will be casualties.

The shopkeeper, Kunlun and Hong Girl are not here, so there is no one to discuss things with when something happens.

Can be imagined.

Hua Maguai has to worry so much.

Fortunately.

The weather is clear today, so we can finally set off.

There's no need to stay in this damn place, it's dry and cold, every day when I open my eyes, my nose is covered in blood, and if I shake the quilt, half a pound of yellow sand will fall off.

If it weren’t for those gold and silver artifacts.

He would rather die than come here.

But, I have to say, this desert is also strange. There is no grass or trees growing in the soil, but you can dig out a few copper coins, gold and silver with just a shovel.

If only tomb robbing were that easy.

They didn't have to work so hard these years.

He went back to the tent, found the remaining half bag of kumis, and sat down on an empty sand dune. Hua Maguai took a sip and felt indescribably comfortable looking at the busy figures around him.

I'm already thinking about it in my mind.

After returning from this trip and selling the artifacts, it will be a matter of buying some land or opening some more shops.

Over the years, the Chen family has run an antique shop and a pawn shop, but has never been able to leave Hunan.

The uncles and aunts in the family have mentioned it several times, but the shopkeeper didn't seem to take it seriously and always evaded the question by saying something like "wait a little longer".

But business is this thing.

Especially in the antique business, you have to spend time slowly planning.

This shows the sign of chaos in the world.

If a war really breaks out someday, as they say, antiques are valuable in prosperous times and gold is valuable in troubled times, and you won’t be able to sell them then, and all your money will be wasted.

He even had a place in mind.

The cities that can truly be called prosperous cities today are none other than Peking, Tianjin, Shanghai, Nanjing, Jiangcheng, Yangcheng, Hong Kong Island, and Fengtian outside the Great Wall.

Going north is obviously not realistic.

Everyone in the world knows that the situation in the north is almost devastating. The war has been going on for who knows how many years. Large ships fleeing from the north to the south can be seen on the Yuan River almost every day.

It's definitely not a good idea to go north at this time.

That leaves only Jinling, Jiangcheng, Yangcheng, Hong Kong Island and Shanghai.

Guangzhou and Hong Kong Island are too far away.

Can also be excluded.

There are actually three options.

Jinling is the ancient capital of 13 dynasties and has been a prosperous city since ancient times. Even if he has never been there, he has heard of the Chaotian Palace black market, which is as famous as Panjiayuan in Peking.

Jiangcheng is located next to the river and is an area of ​​three towns with well-developed water transportation.

The most important thing is that it is very close to Changsha City.

It will be easier to take care of it after it's over.

As for Shanghai Beach...

Hua Maguai tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The strong liquor mixed with the aroma of milk slid down his throat into his stomach. There was an indescribable complexity in his slightly narrowed eyes.

He had heard of that place countless times.

The foreign concessions are bustling with traffic.

But what was more common was the Moon Gate that was destroyed overnight.

Yes.

So many years have passed.

I have to go there eventually.

Although Miss Hong didn't say it, they couldn't pretend not to know since they had known each other for so many years.

"Then let's decide on these three cities for now. Once we are together, we'll discuss this with the shopkeeper."

Hua Maguai's eyes flashed, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Hmm? Una..."

While I was daydreaming, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the camp in the distance.

It seems that he has just returned from the ancient city.

Who else could it be if not Miss Una?

Since the shopkeeper and his friends left, Una has been alone and seldom talks or communicates with others. Because of the differences between men and women, he didn't dare to ask too many questions.

I don’t know what the shopkeeper is thinking.

Huamaguai shook his head.

Hua Ling and Hong Gu were both devoted to him, but he was so absorbed in his spiritual practice that he never broke through this window paper.

As an outsider, he didn't dare to say anything.

After muttering a few words inwardly, Hua Maguai tilted his head back and drank the last bit of the kumis in one gulp.

Then we walked back to the camp step by step from the sand dunes.

Had a simple breakfast with the guys.

Not long after.

The sound of camel bells.

The long team, braving the cold wind, headed south from the ancient city of Jingjue.