The middle-aged man was speechless, so he turned around and walked towards the main hall, with the others following behind him.

Pushing open the door, on the Eight Immortals Table against the wall in the center of the main hall, a four-legged black square tripod was placed, about one foot tall.

A square tripod of this size is considered a pocket-sized shape among the bronze ware unearthed in China. It is seen that the tripod has a slender body, surrounded by lifelike blue dragons. The four claws are the four legs of the tripod, the dragon's head and the tail are raised high. As the two tripod ears of the square tripod, they can be held.

The light in the room was extremely dim and no light source hit the Eight Immortals table. Chen Hai stood at the door, but he could surprisingly see the subtleties on the black square tripod clearly.

Not only is the blue dragon engraved on the body of the tripod clearly visible, but Chen Hai can see clearly the ancient seal script on the body of the tripod, which is as small as a fly's head.

The body of the cauldron has no rust, the blue dragon has green scales and red heads, and its color is still very beautiful. It is definitely not like it was just dug from that ancient tomb, but it exudes a simple and simple atmosphere.

What's even more strange is that the cyan dragon carved from the cauldron is like a living thing, and Chen Hai inexplicably feels a sense of mental oppression as he is staring at it.

"It's not like paint..." Someone walked to the Eight Immortals table and stared at the little Fangding in confusion, but he didn't suspect it was fake. He carefully reached out to touch the dragon-headed tripod ear, took a breath, and said in surprise, "It's so hot..."

The underground dust has been covered with thousands of years. What paint can be left unweathered when it is exposed to light and still remain bright as new?

If the other party really wants to make an old plan, he will put in a lot of effort and will not show these ridiculous tricks.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had no intention of stopping, Chen Hai also reached over and touched the body of the cauldron. The body of the cauldron was as cold as ice, while the ferocious dragon surrounding the cauldron was like a burning carbon fire, which made Chen Hai scream, but his hand suddenly retracted, but there was no burn at all.

That's a hell.

Chen Hai looked closely at the cast-carved blue dragon, blue scales and red heads, and the colors were very bright, but they were not painted with paint, but more like they were directly cast and carved with certain radioactive non-ferrous metals.

Thinking of this, Chen Hai was shocked and subconsciously hid back: Radioactive metal is not a fun thing!

"Our construction site has tested the metal flaw detection instrument, but there is no radioactivity..."

Chen Hai's subconscious actions attracted the attention of middle-aged people, and he obviously realized Chen Hai's carefulness and caution. It was probably because of the mutual appreciation of fellow men. He had always been taciturn, so he came over to explain to Chen Hai for a little while.

Seeing the others confused, Chen Hai smiled awkwardly, knowing that no one else had thought of it, he looked at the black cauldron seriously. He couldn't see what metal was wrapped around the cauldron's body, but it was integrated with the cauldron's body, and there was no trace of splicing. Not to mention the others, the level of craftsmanship was amazing.

Chen Hai walked around the front of the black cauldron and felt like he was staring at the eyes of Canglong. He felt very uncomfortable, as if this hideous Canglong was a living creature, he was really a ghost.

Although Chen Hai didn't know if the others were like him, they felt strangely stared at by Canglong, looking at the other people's concentration, there was something that others had already dispelled their doubts at this time and no longer thought that this tripod was a fake that the other party set up a fake.

Otherwise, when we saw the small tripod that had just been unearthed but was as bright as new and without any rust, everyone would have walked out with their hands.

Although no one of the dozen people present had read archaeology as well as Chen Hai, they were all half experts in this circle. Even if the other party had to set up a plan, they should work hard to make the old things. Chen Hai was more inclined to believe that this small tripod was like this as soon as it was unearthed.

What kind of bronze ware is it that has been covered in dust in the ground for thousands of years without any rust?

"Can you tell when this tripod was from?" Fatty Gu asked Chen Hai with his throat pressed down.

Fatty Gu, who has always been cautious and slipped, did not doubt the fake tripod was fake.

Chen Hai shook his head, unable to say anything.

Chen Hai studied history as an undergraduate student, and graduate student was admitted to the archaeology major of Northeastern University. He mainly studied bronze ware from the pre-Qin period and was very familiar with inscriptions from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

In fact, in the different periods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, there were obvious differences in the inscriptions and shapes of bronze ware. Later generations mainly inferred the age of bronze ware through these differences in style.

Chen Hai can be said to be an expert in this field, otherwise, with his wealth that is one level different from Gu Fatty Gu, he would not have been pulled over to participate in this secret transaction.

Chen Hai was unfamiliar with this black square tripod, whether the dragon head and tail are tripod ears, dragon claws are four-legged, or the cast-inscribed ancient seal script. In his impression, there is no similar thing among the Shang and Zhou bronze ware unearthed in China.

He didn't even recognize the thousands of inscriptions and ancient seal scripts around the body of the tripod, but every inscription as small as a fly's head is so vivid and seemingly containing strange power.

The middle-aged man took out another jade ring, saying it was a ring, which was mainly a shape, but in terms of size, it looked more like a jade bracelet, and whose fingers were as thick as wrists.

But compared to the black cauldron, the gray and some broken jade rings look ordinary, but they are more like old people who have been buried underground for thousands of years.

"The tomb is buried and cannot be seen, but you should have taken more photos of the scene, right?" Su Qian asked.

Everyone has seen some photos before, but only one is a live photo. The angle of the photo is not good, and nothing can be seen from the collapsed mud pit on the live photo.

At this time, Su Qian wanted to see more photos of the scene, and others also had these ideas, all staring at the middle-aged man.

"This one has..."

The middle-aged man took out a domestic mobile phone and found more than a dozen live photos. He could almost piece together the panoramic views of the scene and take turns to look at them.

Chen Hai stood beside Su Qian and saw her take the phone and exit inadvertently. It seemed that she would determine the time and location of the photos on the scene from other photos, but Chen Hai was soon attracted by the photos on the phone.

It is by no means an ordinary noble tomb from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. The scene in the photo is more like a giant hall, or a corner of the giant hall, with only two right-angle black walls buried deep in the underground of a certain mountain range.

These two broken walls seemed to be cut by some sharp weapon, and the metallic luster was reflected under the exposure light of the mobile phone. The whole broken wall was actually made of some kind of black metal. According to the excavator in the photo, each broken wall was at least seventeen or eighteen meters high.

From the giant relief remains attached to the broken wall, it can be inferred that these two broken walls are only a small part of the entire giant hall, and it is hard to imagine how majestic the complete giant hall would be.

The broken wall looks plain and a small relief can't be seen, but the cut is extremely smooth and extremely strange, but it looks obviously regular patterns, like countless ancient seal characters connected together.

How could the cuts of the metal blocks as cast as the whole cast are as regular as the patterns of ancient seal script?

If these two broken walls have been buried underground for thousands of years, what was the Shang and Zhou dynasties or even older than the Shang and Zhou dynasties? Can the broken metal broken walls more than ten meters long be cut so neatly?

Even in modern times, the earth does not have the ability to cast such large metal components as a whole!

Once this place is published in the world, it is destined to be an archaeological discovery that shocks the world. However, as an antique, Chen Hai will not care about these things.

Chen Hai believes that everyone else has such questions. The middle-aged people will ask everyone to hand over their phones next, but no one refuses. They follow the middle-aged people through a narrower alley through a narrower alley, and a bus is parked at the entrance of the alley waiting for everyone.

The middle-aged man arranged for everyone to sit in the back half of the bus, and the windows in the back half were covered with a layer of light-blocking film to block everyone's vision and he could not see where the bus would drive.

It can be seen that the other party has also considered this transaction very carefully, and it is more like a professional tomb robbery gang, rather than the construction team that accidentally discovered Shang and Zhou tombs at the construction site.

Of course, everyone only cares about whether the other party has real goods, so they don’t care whether the other party is a tomb robber or a construction team.

The black scattered tripod was also moved to the bus. The black scattered tripod looked one foot tall and the wall was not thick, but it was beyond imagination. The middle-aged man and three young companions with strong muscles were already sweating profusely.

Chen Hai sat in the middle of the back row, facing the black cauldron in the aisle, and the hideous dragon-headed and tripod ears were also facing him. He could not get rid of the strange feeling of being stared at by the cast-carved Canglong, as if the canglong in the cast-carved Canglong had a soul.

The bus left the city, and the road was bumpy. It suddenly stopped. Chen Hai, who was staring at the black catenary, was thrown out of his seat and hit the black catenary.

It was not very painful, Chen Hai stroked the black dining room and got up in a mess. Through the front window of the car, he saw a boy in front of him silly and was almost hit by a bus. The driver cursed.

Su Qian handed over the tissue, and Chen Hai realized that there was a heat flowing out of his nose, and a pool of nosebleeds had already dripped into the black cauldron.

The attention of the others was attracted by the car accident that almost happened. Chen Hai took the tissue and covered his nose, looked into the black cauldron, and wanted to use another tissue to wipe the nose bleeding off.

At this time, a strange scene appeared. The blood of the nose dripping into the black cauldron was slowly seeping into the cauldron wall. A faint light precipitated out. A three-dimensional three-dimensional picture of the square inch was interwoven in the center of the black cauldron, like a scroll of mountains and rivers, mountains, rivers, and sea of ​​clouds. The cast-carved dragon seemed to come alive, condensed into a phantom flying ferociously in the sea of ​​clouds...

Chen Hai was startled and thought he was confused. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. There was nothing in the black cauldron, and even the nosebleed he dripped was gone.

It was really a ghost. This black cauldron could actually suck blood, and Chen Hai's hair stood up!

Chen Hai spread out the tissue covering his nose, and it was already red with nosebleeds. He was sure that it was not all hallucinations just now, but what the hell was the picture of the tiny lights in the black cauldron?

Su Qian leaned over her head in confusion, but seeing that there was nothing in the black cauldron, she saw Chen Hai in confusion, wondering why he looked like he saw a ghost.
Chapter completed!