"Key? Does this thing have a key?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. The box was about four or five centimeters thick, like a whole piece in front and back, without seeing a gap. If the eight-tailed cat was sure there was something in it, and with Qin Mu's own sixth sense, Qin Mu would probably think that this thing was a very ordinary wooden block.

"Some." When the eight-tailed cat said this, his expression became a little serious. He leaned over to the box next to Qin Mu, sniffed it, and said in a certain tone: "This thing has new traces, in other words, has been opened."

"You can smell this?" Xiaobai was completely shocked.

"Of course," said the eight-tailed cat extremely arrogantly, "Don't look at who I am." After that, the arrogant little monster sat on the back of the sofa and licked his claws, feeling extremely comfortable.

Qin Mu had a little clarity. I thought that only Ning Zhiguo had opened this thing himself. He pondered for a while and said, "Xiaobai, go and take the kitchen knife in the kitchen, well, take the original one."

Recently, in order to improve the efficiency of cooking, Honglian specially bought a set of ceramic knives, saying that it is much sharper than ordinary knives. However, he was attacking this sandalwood at this time. To be on the safe side, Qin Mu still thought it would be better to use the kitchen knife. If the ceramic knives are damaged, Honglian's flames will probably burn the entire clinic.

Seeing that he could not persuade him, Xiaobai finally sighed helplessly and walked to the kitchen honestly.

Honglian, who was waving a kitchen knife in the kitchen, looked puzzled. Seeing Xiaobai's face, she only took a kitchen knife that she wanted to throw away and left. It was very strange because she was too focused on cooking, Honglian didn't know what was happening in the living room. Since she had eaten the food made by Qin Mu, Honglian had done it herself, and the food made by Qin Mu would be dying.

"What are you doing?" Honglian shouted.

Xiaobai explained the details and did not take the kitchen knife. When Xiaobai returned to the living room again, a queen followed behind him.

"What's wrong?" Honglian wiped his hands randomly. The fishy smell on his hands made the eight-tailed cat's eyes lit up. He jumped off the back of the sofa. When he landed on the ground, he felt like something heavy was falling on the ground. He rushed to Lord Honglian's feet and rubbed hard.

"Maomao, it's time for you to lose weight." Maomao was the name Honglian gave to the cat. The moment the eight-tailed cat came up, Honglian moved her steps, completely not caring about the young heart that the eight-tailed cat was hurt by itself in an instant.

Take the box from Qin Mu's hand, and Honglian smiled and said, "That's it?" Honglian looked around and looked around, her index finger and middle finger of her right hand were put together, and she gently stroked the box with her sword finger, and the box opened in response.

Qin Mu's eyes were about to pop out. Unexpectedly, things that he had been studying for a long time and even had to solve violently were so simple when he reached Honglian's hands.

Looking at Qin Mu's dull look, Honglian smiled and said, "You have forgotten even the most basic thing. It is the easiest thing to think about Hua coming back and not beating your ass. It is completely possible to do it with spiritual power." Honglian said, opening the box that had been opened. Under Honglian's method of opening the box, the box was still destroyed. It is obvious that the cracks on the edge can be seen. The box was divided into two halves and could no longer be made into a box.

He waved the wood chips on the edge, and a few thin pages of the book were carefully picked up by Honglian with his index finger and thumb, and threw the box of the other hand aside. Honglian covered her nose and looked at it for a long time, saying, "Qin Mu, what's this thing? It smells bad."

Qin Mu looked over carefully.

The eight-tailed cat screamed: "Oh my God, what did I see! This thing is from thousands of years ago! Specifically... Specifically... earlier than Zhou of Shang! During the slave society!"

It was earlier than Zhou Zhou of Shang... Qin Mu bent down with contempt, carried the fat meat on the back of the eight-tailed cat's neck, and picked up the fat man from the ground with one hand: "You are all fools? Is there any historical document records at that time? Even if there is, Cai Lun still doesn't know where he wandered around. Is there any paper?"

"Let me down, let me down!" It was quite uncomfortable to be held like this. Not only did the eight-tailed cat kick around, this guy had seven more tails than ordinary cats, and eight tails were waving randomly. In addition to the tonnage of this fat cat, Qin Mu almost couldn't hold it.

After struggling for a long time, the eight-tailed cat didn't break free from Qin Mu's hand smoothly, and then he said with his eyes slanted: "Are you a little bit of culture? Is it true? When did I say it was paper? Besides, this is really not paper. Didn't you see the meridians on it? It is skin! It is skin!"

"Pie?" Qin Mu repeated in confusion, picked up the pages of Honglian's hand, and the tentacles were cold. He looked at the handwriting on the page carefully. Sure enough, he saw tiny red and dark blue lines on it, winding like meridians.

"Is this actually a skin?" Qin Mu was stunned: "What kind of skin is better?" After confirming that it was a skin, Qin Mu even pulled hard with both ends. Although it had a certain elasticity, it could quickly return to its original state and had good ductility.

"It should be the skin of a flesh-backed turtle that was often used in ancient times for writing." Honglian said uncertainly: "The back of this turtle is as smooth as human skin, but it is thinly wrapped. Because ancient people like to take the turtle shell to make divination without any trouble, and the body of this thing is unique with this flesh membrane for writing, so this thing is almost extinct before humans have written records."

There were three black lines hanging on Qin Mu's forehead. The purpose of this turtle is quite good, but it was extinct too quickly.

Honglian knew what he was thinking, rolled her eyes in anger and said, "Just be content. I haven't seen a few flesh-backed turtles. Back then, the skin of the flesh-backed turtles was so expensive. Not to mention now, the few pages on your hands are probably the only ones in the world."

These four words "only in the world" made Xiaobai's eyes lit up and he looked expectant. For Xiaobai, who is a fan of money, what news is more than letting her know that something is valuable and in her own hands?

Xiaobai and the eight-tailed cat both looked at Qin Mu with excitement, knowing that the kid was getting rich again, but after carefully examining the remaining pages, Qin Mu suddenly smiled bitterly.

"What's wrong?" Honglian thought Qin Mu saw something from the pages of the book.

Qin Mu did not answer this question directly, but asked around the bush: "Do you think that Ning Zhiwen's gathering Ning's family to block the entire Ning City this time is a bit too big and small, if it's just because he wants to get Ning Zhiwen?"

Honglian nodded, but the next sentence almost made Qin Mu fall. She thought seriously for a long time before a sentence came out; "Of course, he still wants you."
Chapter completed!