777米奇影

Luo Feng could not determine whether there was an ancient tomb beneath the enormous circular altar or if the treasures had already been buried during the construction of the altar itself.

“No more digging for now; let’s get some sleep!” Luo Feng declared, though he promised they would soon uncover the truth. They had worked tirelessly, but the situation remained as perplexing as ever. They decided to wait and continue the next day.

It was already eleven o’clock at night, and many of the wealthy second-generation participants had lost their vigor.

“Don’t rest! Keep digging! I still don’t know what this mysterious place is!” one of the viewers insisted.

“Do you want the host to die of exhaustion? Hahaha!” another joked.

“The altar is hundreds of meters wide and made entirely of stone. What’s the point in digging any further tonight?” someone questioned.

Luo Feng spoke up, “Let’s go back down the mountain and rest in the tents. Dinner is ready; we’ll eat and then sleep. We need to conserve our energy for tomorrow.”

On their way down, Luo Feng noticed hat many people had called or texted him, likely wanting to buy the jade seal he had found. He paid them no attention.

The following morning, the sun had risen, but the chilly November air lingered in the mountains. Fortunately, a few of the girls had prepared warm sweaters for everyone.

Luo Feng could not help but enjoy the attention from the girls, especially the thrill of being pursued yet remaining unattainable. He now understood why many women enjoyed having several admirers around them. It was an enjoyable feeling.

The girls had also prepared toothbrushes and other supplies for everyone. The only thing they did not do was brush Luo Feng’s teeth for him.

At around seven or eight in the morning, Luo Feng led the group back to the site where the dragon’s energy had gathered, and they resumed digging. This time, they avoided the massive altar made of stone. [ Ding! You’ve unearthed a bronze coin! ] [ Dynasty: Eastern Han/Three Kingdoms! ]

[ Value: 5000 yuan! It is a Zhi Bai Wu Zhu coin! ]

Luo Feng examined the coin. Zhi Bai Wu Zhu? It must have been currency from the Shu Han regime.

“A bronze coin? Didn’t you say this wasn’t an ancient tomb?” someone asked. “Exactly! You’ve found a bronze coin; so it must be an ancient tomb!” another agreed.

Ignoring their chatter, Luo Feng continued digging. About half an hour later, there was a muffled thud.

[ Ding! You’ve unearthed a tombstone! Three Kingdoms period! Value: 2 million yuan! ]

“Could it really be an ancient tomb?” someone wondered. “This turn of events is incredible!” another exclaimed.

“A tombstone, just like that?”

Though the tombstone was worth 2 million yuan, its value seemed disproportionate to the site’s fengshui.

“Goodness, a tombstone? And you daresay there isn’t an ancient tomb here?” someone asked.

“Luo Feng, did you mess up this time? Hahaha!” another teased.

“From the looks of it, it’s a wooden tombstone. Isn’t that rather humble?”

After unearthing the large wooden tombstone, Luo Feng could not help but comment on its unusual nature. A wooden tombstone? But then he thought about it: this was a wooden tombstone worth 2 million yuan?

Although the writing on the tombstone was difficult to decipher, they could still make out some traces of the characters. It seemed to read, “Wu,” “Xiang,” “Wu Xiang Marquis’ Tomb.”

Who was the Wu Xiang Marquis? Luo Feng was initially unfamiliar with the name. But soon, it hit him.

Wu Xiang Marquis? Wasn’t that another title for Zhuge Liang?

Incredible!

Had they just discovered the tomb of Zhuge Liang?