Silly wolf, come to the bowl!

"Why didn't you kill me?" Laura kissed her forehead, her eyes, reaching her lips.

She was slightly taken aback, looking at the woman in front of her.

"Kill me..." Luo Qing had already burst into tears, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell from his dull eyes.

Laura was suffocated, and got up and stood aside.

"Heh~ I'm too boring to kill you." Laura's harsh tone and indifferent attitude showed that the woman on the ground was just a plaything of hers, and she didn't care about her feelings.

"Then I'll kill myself..." Before Laura could finish speaking, Luo Qing bit her tongue hard when Laura realized it.

Bright red blood spilled from her lips, "What are you doing!" Laura grabbed her neck and forced her to open her mouth.

Luo Qing's eyes were full of smiles, and at the end before she passed out, the raised middle finger of her right hand trembled.

Laura watched all this intently, and there was a huge wave in the bottom of her heart.

"Be careful!" A white transport vehicle stopped in front of the city's most famous museum, and the driver was humming a little song and stepped on the brakes as if playing.

The staff member sitting in the passenger seat gave him a hard look, "Hey, little brother, I'm just kidding~" the driver laughed.

"Joke? The things in this car are very valuable. If there is a mistake, can you afford it?" The young man in gray uniform, about 25 years old, said angrily, his palms even oozed In a cold sweat.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" "It's not the first time that my brother sent something here. Ten out of ten of the j□j exhibited in this museum are fakes." "What happened to the broken ones? It's not worth much. "The driver disagreed.

"You can't carve rotten wood." The young man snorted coldly, opened the door and got out of the car in a hurry.

When he got out of the car, his cell phone rang. "Crazy! As the saying goes, ten bricks have nine pits, and this is no exception." The driver dismissed it.

"Ms. Qian, we've arrived." "Things are in the car..." "Okay, Mr. Qian, I'll contact the curator right away." After listening to the phone, the young man winked at the driver , signaling him to come down and open the rear door.

The driver whistled and jumped out of the car.The moment the door opened, he was still a little curious about what treasure was inside.

"Oh my god, what is this?!" He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and the biting cold air hit his face, making him shiver uncontrollably.

In the huge carriage, there was only a rectangular black coffin placed in the middle.However, apart from the coffin, thick frost began to form everywhere around it, as if it was a natural cold room.The driver couldn't even believe his eyes, "Brother, what's going on?!"

With a "bang", the iron rod hit the back of the driver's head directly, and the red liquid splashed all over the man's calm face.

There was another "bang", and the driver had fallen into a comatose state, lying on the car dying.

The young man turned around and looked around. The People's Museum is located in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated and few people live there.

He threw down the iron rod, and walked forward with both hands dragging the man's feet.

The blood stains left on the car were flowing to the coffin at an incredible speed, forming a strange picture.

After disposing of the driver's body, the young man leaned against the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

After about 15 minutes, there was a sound of helicopter propellers in the sky above "da da da".

The young man looked up, threw away the cigarette butt, and hurried to the open space not far ahead.

The helicopter landed, and a white-haired old man walked out with the help of bodyguards.

"Mr. Qian, it's been dealt with cleanly." The young man said respectfully.

The old man nodded and looked towards the white transport vehicle, "The curator is waiting for us inside." The young man added.

"No, I want to look at it first." The old man said eagerly. "Please follow me." The young man led the old man and his party to the back door of the transport vehicle, and he opened the door again.

"I finally found it..." The old man became short of breath and coughed violently.

"Mr. Qian, are you okay?" The young man said with concern.

"It's okay...it's okay." "What my ancestors told me is finally done here...hahaha." The old man laughed.

"Mr. Qian, let's go in and open the coffin." The young man said tactfully. "All right."

The four bodyguards and the young man carried the black coffin out together. When they entered the museum, the curator Jin Dongxu warmly greeted them.

"Mr. Qian, hello!" The old man waved his hand, signaling to go in.Kim Dong Wook nodded with a smile on his face.

Jin Dongxu took them to the basement of the museum, "As early as a month ago when I received the news, I arranged for people to start preparing this cold room." Through fingerprint recognition, the door of the cold room opened.

A group of people placed the black coffin in the middle of the field, "Very good." The old man nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. Qian is a big shot in our industry, how can he be negligent!" Jin Donghui rubbed his hands with a smile. He is an ordinary-looking man about 45 years old, wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses on his face. .

"Come." The old man beckoned to the young man, and he immediately handed a check to Jin Dongxu.

"I think this museum also needs to be renovated." The old man said with a smile. "Where is it, the land belongs to the state, and everything has to obey the party's command?" Jin Donghui glanced at the number on the check, and immediately stuffed it into his pocket.

"Mr. Qian, what is in this coffin?" "It also opened Jin's eyes, hahaha!" Jin Dongxu wondered where the ghost thing was dug up, and he had to rely on the refrigerator to store it. Weird.

"Open it." The old man glanced at the young man. The young man came to the coffin, put his hands on the coffin lid, and pushed it up vigorously.

The cold was even worse, and the white mist could be seen. Jin Dongxu subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

It wasn't until he felt better that he slowly moved his hand away.

"This is..." He looked at the things in the coffin dumbfounded, "It's it, the ancestors have appeared!" The old man almost knelt down, but the young man helped him in time.

"teacher!"

What was stored in the coffin was a piece of jj, and a strangely shaped blade was embedded in the ice.The hilt is wrapped with strange lines, and the center is an emerald gemstone.The slender blade is well preserved without a single blemish.Although it is frozen, the aura emanating from the whole sword has a pure natural air of supremacy, and the beholder can't help but want to prostrate and worship.

It gives people a feeling that this thing should only exist in the sky, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Oh my god... what the hell is this?!" Jin Dongxu pushed the frame, "Let's just talk about this piece of ice, I think it must be a few years old, and it should be naturally generated. "

"But the sword..." "Old Qian! I think we can't keep this thing!" Jin Dongxu woke up like a dream. He has been in this industry for decades, and the strange things he has seen are not here. few.This also convinced him that Marx was purely fooling people.

There is clearly an evil spirit in this sword, what an ominous thing!

"My ancestor was actually a blacksmith." The old man said suddenly. "Ah?!" Jin Dongxu was stunned. Qian Dezhong is a gold-lettered signboard in the archaeological field. When it comes to him, everyone in this industry knows him.No matter if it is submerged in water or buried in the ground, he can dig out the treasure in the first time.I heard that the tomb of the first emperor of Qin, ZF also entrusted him with full responsibility.The real mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is not what the outside world announced at all. There are rumors that he was actually an upside-down man who started his business by smuggling national cultural relics.

It is said that his ancestors have been fighting against each other for generations, and it was only in his generation that he thought of rectifying his name.

At the beginning, Qian Dezhong would find him, but he never thought of it.He heard that there was something that needed to be stored with him temporarily, and he didn't think much about it at the time, why not do it if he can climb up to such a big man and make a small fortune.

It's just that Mr. Qian actually asked him to prepare a cold room, which made him very puzzled.

Now it seems that he has gotten into a big mess, and Jin Dongxu is thinking about what to do.

But when Qian Dezhong said that his ancestor was actually a blacksmith, he was really surprised.

"One day, my ancestor Qian Linggong saw a flame falling from the sky..."

Qian Dezhong's gaze became far-reaching, "Out of curiosity, Qian Linggong came to the place where the flames fell, and he saw an unforgettable scene in the flames..."

"Since then, Qian Linggong has made a vow to forge a weapon like this divine weapon, but it's a pity that he couldn't complete it until his death."

"How can a magic weapon be achieved by ordinary people? Qian Linggong knew it before he died. So he ordered the painter to draw the scene he saw, and passed it down from generation to generation, ordering them to find this sword. At this time, he He is already a well-known swordsmith.”

Qian Dezhong said slowly, "If the thing in the flame is this sword, why didn't Qian Lao's ancestors pick it up at that time?" Jin Dongxu was confused when he heard it, "Besides, if it's just a magic weapon that fell from the sky , can you really make people so persistent?" Jin Dongxu felt unbelievable, according to his logic, even if the sword is a rare fetish, what can it do if it is in the hands of ordinary people?What's the point of selling it for money or casting an identical one?

"Hehe." Qian Dezhong nodded, "Brother Jin may not understand that people spend most of their lives in a daze, not knowing why they were born, nor what this life is, let alone beliefs."

"However, my ancestor Qian Linggong was one of the few people who received the apocalypse. A glimpse changed his life's destiny. If he didn't have this belief and made this great wish, how could my Qian family be where it is today?"

"What Mr. Qian said is that I am stupid." Jin Dongxu accompanied his smiling face, "There was not only this sword in the flames that day, but also a naked woman, which was recorded in that painting. .”