777米奇影

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I’m going to camp here in this channel until his stream resumes tomorrow!”

Meanwhile, on Luo Feng’s end, he had returned to the surface, and the pitch-black sky above him was already brimming with stars.

“How goes it, Little Luo? Any traps discovered in the main tomb chamber?” Gu Santong asked curiously.

“There weren’t any in the main tomb chamber,” Luo Feng assured him.

“However, I intend to conduct a thorough re-examination tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” Gu Santong nodded in agreement. “We’ll be awaiting your updates here on the surface. The engineering team arrived earlier and assured us that they can fully manage the quicksand within five days. We have resolved not to disturb the stone door unless it becomes a necessity. Instead, we’ll expand the entrance that you initially dug.”

“No problem. The most important thing is ensuring safe transport for the artifacts,” Luo Feng agreed.

The night was quiet, marked by minimal conversation. Luo Feng had expressed his fatigue and lack of interest in engaging in a game of poker. Despite this, he found it difficult to sleep, lost in thought. He messaged Li Shishi, inviting her over. She arrived for a brief visit, gifted him some useful items, and stayed for about half an hour.

She had taken her medication, and had not brought over any protection. Both of them settled in for the night, sleeping in the tent and entwined in each other’s arms. Luo Feng found himself growing fond of falling asleep in the embrace of such a beautiful woman.

In the morning, Luo Feng was reinvigorated. Just past eight, he picked up his tools and addressed his livestream audience, “Today, we begin our descent into the tomb! Get ready for a tour of Boss Cao’s residence!”

Before long, the path was cleared, and Luo Feng ventured into the tomb chamber. His attention first landed on a corner where various bronze vessels were on display.

“Why are these bronze tripods so small?” “Is one of them a mutated bronze tripod?”

“What’s hidden beneath the bronze tripod?”

“Could this be a sham tomb? How could such items be present in Cao Cao’s tomb?”

The bronze tripods, indeed, were rather small – only about twenty to thirty centimeters tall. Despite their numbers, they lacked grandeur, paling in comparison to the bronze tripods found in Zhao Gao’s tomb.

“Ah, these are known as Ding Gui!” Luo Feng revealed, looking at the objects.

“Ding Gui? What are those?” “Could they possibly be worth more than the Jiuzhou Ding?” “What a ludicrous thought!”

A system notification caught Luo Feng’s attention as he bent down.

[ Ding! Bronze Tripod! A relic from the Zhou Dynasty, valued at three hundred million! ]

This revelation surprised Luo Feng. The artifact was from the Western Zhou period. He pondered how Boss Cao came into possession of it. Could it be from grave robbery or unearthing ancestral burial sites?

“Value-wise, the Ding Gui certainly cannot rival the Jiuzhou Ding. That’s considered a divine artifact. Let’s not indulge in unrealistic expectations!” Luo Feng advised, noticing the newcomers flooding the live chat, trying to ascertain what a Ding Gui was.

“Ding had diverse uses, such as ritual offerings and meat storage. Ding Gui, on the other hand, were typically used for grain storage, and they were accompanied by lids!”

“Ding and Gui were as common as household pots and pans during the Zhou Dynasty, used for storing grains and meats. However, for burial purposes, their numbers were restricted. Nine Ding and eight Gui were reserved for the Emperor, Zhuge had seven Ding and eight Gui, knights and scholars had fifty-four, and gentlemen thirty-two!”

“But weren’t such customs obsolete during the Three Kingdoms period?” Gu Santong questioned.

“Yes, they were exclusive to the Zhou Dynasty!” Luo Feng nodded, elaborating, “These Ding Gui are artifacts from the Western Zhou period, likely pilfered from a Western Zhou tomb by Boss Cao. What’s more interesting is that they are arranged in accordance with imperial standards!”

“So, there indeed are nine Ding and eight Gui!” Gu Santong confirmed after counting.

“It implies that Boss Cao had aspirations to be an emperor!” Luo Feng added, squinting thoughtfully..