Chapter 320

Xiao Han's face is covered with circles. He doesn't know why Yang Jian's attitude towards himself has suddenly changed 180 degrees. At least he has saved him. Isn't that his attitude towards his benefactor?

"Beauty, are you ok?" Xiao Han didn't understand, so he turned to help Zhang Qian.

"Thank you. I'm fine. Don't blame Yang Jian. He has his own difficulties." Zhang Qian smiles at Xiao Han.

"What's the problem?" Xiao Han asked.

"In fact, it's like this..."

Zhang Qian then explained to Xiao Han that it had something to do with the fact that the tomb of King Wu was robbed, but Yang Jian's uncle was not an archaeologist, but an honest farmer. But at that time, he was killed by the people of Ni'er society. It was a natural disaster, so Yang Jian hated the people of Ni'er society very much.

"So it is. Then he must think of me as a member of the mud club." Xiao Han nodded, but he didn't think there was such a thing.

"It's OK. I'll just persuade him." Zhang Qian shook her head with a smile. "By the way, in addition, I still want to advise you that the people of the clay society are capricious. You'd better not have an intersection with them. These people eat people and don't vomit bones."

"Thank you for your kindness. Please tell researcher Yang that I'm not the same kind of person as the people in the clay club, but It's just that. " After thinking about it, Xiao Han could only use "helplessness" to tell his own troubles.

Indeed, from the beginning to the present, Xiao Han is not willing to do many things, but in order to investigate his uncle Xiao Hanwen's affairs clearly, he is willing to do everything as long as it doesn't hurt nature.

"Xiao Xiaoyou, are they all gone?" At this time, sun zhanting climbed up from under the tomb

"All gone." Xiao Han nodded, "let's go, too. The police will be here soon, so as to avoid trouble."

Sun zhanting listened to what had just happened above and nodded immediately.

"Well, I just heard the siren inside. What happened?"

As soon as Xiao Han and sun zhanting came out, they stopped at Huangjiang on the side of the road and immediately opened the door.

"It's OK. Let's go back."

Sun zhanting said in a deep voice, Huang Jiang did not dare to ask any more.

More than two hours later, the car stopped at the door of the house, and sun zhanting fell asleep in the car.

"Ah, you said that sun Laodu is so old, and he's still following us like this. What do you think he's up to?" Huang Jiang carried sun zhanting on his back and moved him to his room step by step.

"I I don't know. " Xiao Han sighed. In fact, he still didn't know what sun zhanting was doing with himself?

Xiao Han couldn't figure out what to think.

"Brother Xiao, come here!"

Huang Jiang settled sun zhanting down, lowered his voice, and hooked his finger to Xiao Han, signaling him to come to his room.

"What's the matter, brother Huang?" Xiao Han calls Huangjiang brother Huang directly. After all, he is more than ten years older than himself.

"Did you find anything in the tomb of King Wu?" Huang Jiang asked straight to the point. In fact, without asking, he knew that there was no big discovery, because Xiao Han had written it on his face when he came out of the tomb of King Wu.

"Well, nothing big." Xiao Han shook his head. In fact, the situation is the same as what he said. Although there are a lot of words written on the stone tablet, it's astronomical and can't be seen for the time being.

If you can't see it, you can't understand it. Since you can't understand it, it doesn't work.

But in addition, even the mural, I don't know who entered the tomb three years ago. Is it really a tomb robber?

"That's right. In fact, I told you before that the land has been dug up. What else can there be? Do you want to go to the countryside with me now?" Huang Jiang laughs.

Xiao Han was amused by Huang Jiang's appearance. "Brother Huang, tell me what's the difference between this village and other villages. As long as you can move me, I will go with you immediately."

In fact, Xiao Han thinks that Huang Jiang just knows that he knows how to identify treasures, so he wants to make a fortune on his own. In fact, he can go or not.

"Brother Xiao, if I say it, you won't believe it, but what I say is true."

With these words, Huang Jiang came to Xiao Han's side and said, "in that village, there are several people who participated in the tomb raiding of King Wu in those years!"

"What?" When Xiao Han heard this, he suddenly widened his eyes and thought he had heard the wrong thing

"What are you doing with such a big Dongjin? Keep your voice down, Shh, don't disturb my old man. It's hard to go back, we said in the car." Huang Jiang made a movement of silence.

"Yes

Then Xiao Han and Huangjiang get into the car. Huangjiang tells Xiao Han about his business. Without saying a word, Xiao Han asks Huangjiang to drive quickly.According to Huang Jiang, there are two or three people in that village who have participated in the excavation of King Wu's tomb before. Later, they fled to live in that village in anonymity. Few people know their real identities. Huang Jiang is one of them.

"Then why don't you choose to call the police?" Xiao Han asked.

Huang Jiang held the steering wheel and gave a wry smile. "Actually, they didn't want to steal the tomb either. Many of the people who stole the tomb of King Wu were forced to do so. They were all put on their necks by the people of Ni'er society. If they didn't agree, they would die. They are all hard-working people. Why do you call the police and arrest them? "

After listening to Huang Jiang's words, Xiao Han nodded, which is understandable. After all, he has heard of the style of Ni'er society.

Out of the village, the old pusang drove into a stone road, through a small forest, and then a muddy washboard road.

Old Pusan could not even doubt that he had a purpose in life.

"How much longer?" Xiao Han asked.

"There's more than an hour left for Bengal." With a cigarette in his mouth, Huang Jiang mumbled.

When he was more than an hour old, Xiao Han saw a low green hill not far away. There were more than ten old-fashioned houses with red bricks and black tiles hidden in the lush woods below the hill.

"Cross the river and we'll be there." Huang Jiang reached out and pointed to a river not far away, about ten meters wide.

"Brother Huang, are you kidding me? Can this bridge pass?" Xiao Han shook his head as he looked at a two meter wide bridge built of isolated precast concrete slabs on the river.