Chapter 79: Village Massacre

"Oh - so Aunt Wen came here six years ago, and you brought Yujing Beidou?"

Lu Xiaoman sat at the entrance of the cave, looking at Xian Huan and Wen Huacun opposite, and suddenly realized.

"I didn't know that it was the Yujing Beidou. It just happened to be among the batch of cultural relics that were unearthed."

Wen Huacun sat on the floor and was silent for a few seconds before saying:

"I am indeed an archaeologist, but this profession is too unprofitable. The restoration of cultural relics and the preferential treatment of talents have not kept pace. My parents both left early due to long-term exposure to chemical raw materials in their early years. My only sister also suffers from leukemia. , it is difficult for me, an unpopular student, to find a job. How can I have big money? Medicines cost money and life, and I can’t afford them.

"My family's savings were all spent very early. Maybe we could be said to be middle-class at first, but later we became completely poor. I took out the only relic left by my parents and went to the auction house, but the auction failed. I insisted that It’s a modern imitation of the Tang Dynasty and it’s worthless…how could it be fake?”

Wen Huacun laughed to himself, but tears filled his eyes.

"It's just that some people didn't want to let me take the photo, so they privately forced me to sell it at a low price. But the price was too low, and they were just trying to get rid of me. I gritted my teeth and refused to agree. On the way back, I was attacked by a group of people. The porcelain was broken and my head was stitched. After more than twenty injections, I almost didn’t recover.”

As she spoke, she inserted her fingers into her hair near the top of her head and lifted it, revealing a large area of ​​hairless scalp.

"The scar has remained, and even my hair has not grown. Fortunately, my hair is thick so it is not scary. I also complained at that time, but then my friend said that I would petition for you, and my job was lost.

"After I was discharged from the hospital and returned to my original post, my boss fired me within a few days. I couldn't even support my family. The hospital didn't have the money to treat me, and my sister still wanted to save her life. I was thinking in the corridor of the hospital, what should I do? Cultural relics should be engaged in finance, and ideals and other things cannot be used as food. "

A poor kid in a city with rich people tries to use his ideals to fight reality.

The results can be imagined.

Wen Huacun closed his eyes hard, pushed back the tears, and smiled again:

"Only then did I understand that people are really different. Wang Fali gave life to the poor. The life of the poor is like that of ants. They can be boiled to death for fun and no one will blame them."

The Lu brothers listened in silence. Xiao Man raised his eyes and suddenly wanted to say something, but nodded hesitantly and swallowed his words.

"What happened next?" Lu Qiusheng handed over the toilet paper and said carefully, "Teacher Wen, what happened to you?"

"Later a girl came to me and said that she would hire me as a consultant to find the tomb. After reselling the money, I would share 30% of the money. She could even pay for my sister's medical expenses first." Wen Huacun held the toilet paper and whispered, "I agree. ”

After two seconds of dead silence, she said again: "But when she wanted to smuggle, I regretted it again."

"I cooperated with an undercover agent and reported her smuggling gang," Wen Huacun said. "Then I fell into this game when I was being chased. I haven't gotten out until now. Shan Gu didn't kill me. I'm here to restore cultural relics. , it can be regarded as atonement...but it is unfaithful and unjust, and I have taken full advantage of it."

So she did lie to Quan Heng.

She was actually the one who committed the backstabbing act.

Wen Huacun was also familiar enough with this map and knew the inside story clearly.

"Then you, you..." Lu Xiaoman struggled, "What about your sister?"

Hearing this, Wen Huacun's shoulders shook in vain, and his whole body collapsed instantly, as if his spine that was barely holding up had been broken.

The ring on the side held her hand tightly and hugged her worriedly: "Teacher..."

"I..." After a long time, Wen Huacun said with difficulty, "I don't know."

"Your sister was later transferred to Guangdong Southern Hospital."

A voice sounded from behind, and Wen Huacun turned around in a hurry.

Quan Heng and Song Jingyun stood behind her for who knows how long, but they seemed to have listened to the key points.

"——I should be in high school now and will take the college entrance examination this year." Quan Heng finished.

"What did you say?" Wen Huacun said anxiously, "Do you know my sister?!"

Quan Heng nodded with a calm expression: "I only know this. The major cultural relic smuggling case you mentioned was reported in the news and found out about your background. Later, the higher authorities also paid attention to the plight of talents in unpopular industries. First, food and clothing. Achievements do not mean just letting the horse run without giving it food. Now there is progress in cultural revitalization. "

"That's good, that's good..." Wen Huacun murmured, then raised his head and asked, "Then my sister..."

"I said," Quan Heng stopped, "That's all I know."

Wen Huacun pursed his lips, as if he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"But when this game is over, I can go and see your sister on your behalf." Quan Heng added, "Think about what you want to say, and I can give you a message."

Wen Huacun's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and waved his hand just as he was about to thank Quan Heng.

"Forget it, just say thank you," Quan Heng said after getting the desired effect, "Open the entrance to the tomb, time is limited, let's talk as we go."

It was impossible for Wen Huacun to confess suddenly. It was most likely that Mo Xiuyue had talked to her last night.

Mo Xiuyue was therefore convinced that Quan Heng would come back and intercepted them in advance at the entrance of the ancient town to prevent them from participating in the Dragon Surrounding Banquet.

But the other party couldn't let Wen Huachun come here for no reason... With the map of the ancient tomb, another difficulty was the entrance to the tomb.

Where is the tomb entrance and how to enter?

Quan Heng knew that he had to rely on these two.

"good."

Wen Huacun nodded as expected. She took the ring and approached a mountain wall covered by vines, and easily broke the vines.

Quan Heng looked carefully and found that there was indeed an inconspicuous crack spreading from top to bottom on the mountain wall. It looked like a Taoist gate upon closer inspection.

"Hiss." Song Jingyun suddenly leaned closer.

"Hmm?" Quan Heng looked away.

"I said, how can the news report the aftermath?" He lowered his voice and boasted as if he had discovered a secret, "You know her so well, and she has also done business. You helped her to settle down, right?"

Quan Heng retracted his gaze and said lightly: "I have money to burn."

At this time, she didn't say that she was kind and compassionate.

Song Jingyun pretended to pout, and for some reason he let out a long sigh and laughed again.

The ring in front had taken off the dragon-shaped jade pendant from his waist and carefully inserted it into the gap in the middle of the mountain gate. After a few seconds, there was a loud roar and the rocks shook.

The tomb door slowly opened.

At the dragon banquet, Shan Gu suddenly looked towards Guijia Mountain.

"What's going on?"

"Is it the sound from the ancient tomb?"

"It seems to be..."

In the uproar, Shan Gu's veins popped up and she threw the wine jar!

"Mo Xiuyue, you bastard, I must--"

"Chief!! Those bandits are coming! All of them are coming!!"

Shan Gu's face changed again.

She tilted her head and saw the townspeople standing guard, sweating profusely, breaking into the tense atmosphere of the banquet.

"That group of green-eyed thieves, they brought all the artillery shells and weapons, saying that this time..."

He took a breath anxiously and squeezed out:

"--This time, we will completely massacre the town!"