777米奇影

“To hell with that. Shouldn’t you be the one eating? How did it become our responsibility to eat?”

Though everyone knew that the object was not magical, envy filled the room when Luo Feng unveiled the golden basin.

Those who followed Luo Feng, those who harbored dreams of wealth, had their hearts stirred, wishing they had been the ones to discover the golden basin.

Putting aside its potential magic or artistic value, the knowledge that it was the Treasure Basin from Shen Wansan’s tomb would incite many wealthy people to compete for its possession. After all, the Treasure Basin symbolizes wealth, and buying it as a talisman of good fortune could be appealing. For the affluent, spending a bit more money is a mere trifle.

This symbol of fortune, steeped in hundreds of years of legend, now appeared before them. Its allure was undeniable.

The Treasure Basin was a revered ancient artifact symbolizing prosperity. No person of wealth could resist its pull.

Luo Feng picked up the object, turning it over in his hands, his fondness for it growing.

Its craftsmanship was impeccable, with intricate details on every surface. Even after several centuries, not a trace of wear could be found.

After setting down the Treasure Basin, Luo Feng began examining the other burial objects.

The basin was likely pure gold. Even without its legendary enchantment, its value as a cultural relic could reach tens of millions.

But with its accompanying centuries of lore and symbolism, it might fetch over a billion. Or even, in an open auction, 1.5 billion would not be out of the question.

This object, capable of being passed down through generations, held a value equivalent to a city’s fortune in its mere name: “Treasure Basin.”

Soon, Luo Feng delved into other burial objects, unsealing box after box.

Official seals, gold, jewelry, and even some calligraphy and paintings by renowned artists were revealed.

Though modest in comparison to Shen Wansan’s status and wealth, relative to an ordinary ancient tomb, this was indeed a grand burial.

After opening the last box, Luo Feng refrained from handling the calligraphy and paintings.

Time was of the essence, with more pressing matters at hand.

Initially, he assumed the golden light, besides the gold buried atop the ancient tomb, emanated from the objects within. But after entering the tomb passage, he found golden light beneath his feet.

There were more treasures below.

Luo Feng first called Gu Santong to tidy up, taking care of the final details.

Then, he picked up a pickaxe and began to strike the floor tiles below.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Solid?”

“Solid?”

Everyone watched, puzzled, and began to question one another.

“What’s the broadcaster doing?”

“You must be new here. It’s the usual process. He’s probably checking if the floor is hollow, seeking another hidden space!”

“Ancient tombs can be hollow underneath? You must be joking?”

“What do you know? If not for such inspections, many antiques and tombs might have gone unnoticed!”

“Exactly. Remember last time? Wasn’t there a Ming Dynasty tomb under a Tang Dynasty one? Wasn’t it discovered just like this by the host!”

“I think this tomb has revealed all its secrets. With the Treasure Basin found, what could be more valuable?”

Luo Feng read the flurry of comments that felt that it was unlikely that more awaited discovery. But the dense golden light below insisted that treasures indeed lay beneath.

Half an hour later, Luo Feng returned to his original spot, bewildered.

Inside the burial chamber, after extensive knocking, no hollow spots were found.

This was perplexing. If the space beneath wasn’t hollow, could those treasure markers all be a wild inconsistency?

No matter, Luo Feng had brought tools to pry up the floor tiles.

Whether solid or hollow, he needed to dig to discover the truth.

After all, golden light indicated treasure. Since the system’s depth range was limited and couldn’t reach the earth’s core, as long as he dug, he was sure to find something, though the effort might be considerable.

Crack, crack. Luo Feng pried up the floor tiles one by one, revealing about a meter of space. Beneath were layers of compacted soil, with no gold or silver in sight. He continued to dig into the packed earth.

Squish, squish. He dug to a depth of half a meter, but still no trace of gold or silver emerged.

Everyone began to grow restless, their interest waning. After all, not finding anything was indeed tedious.

At this point, Luo Feng was certain that the golden light below had nothing to do with Shen Wansan’s tomb — a situation he had never encountered before..