My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 133

Chapter 133 High energy ahead! 【1 update】

The dagger is only the size of a palm, very compact, but the blade is extremely sharp and has no trace of rust. It doesn't look like an antique at all.

However, the leading young man stared at the dagger for three seconds and suddenly became ecstatic.

He couldn't wait to call the middle-aged man in the lead: “Boss, this is really a relic of King Yan, and it was definitely made by King Yan himself!”

He was absolutely right. The pattern on the dagger finally formed the character "Yan"!

Selling antiques is originally one of their businesses, so they naturally need to understand the value of these antiques.

It's just a relic of King Yan. The six words “Made by King Yan himself” can increase the history and collection value of this dagger several times!

Make a lot of money!

"You have eyesight." Ye Banlan played with the dagger and smiled slightly, "This was not only made by King Yan himself, but it was also a self-defense item he gave to Princess Yongning. Princess Yongning has always worn it and never left her body."

As soon as these words came out, the breathing of several young people became heavier: "Huchi Huchi..."

Their eyes also turned red, as if they had seen a treasure that made them rich!

The leading young man didn't react at all. His eyes widened and he fell straight down.

She is Ning Zhaozong's favorite child, and she is also the sister of King Yan!

Even now, they have not been able to realize what happened.

The young man turned around suddenly and saw the dagger spinning twice in the air and then striking straight at his abdomen.

But at this moment, the dagger flew out like a hidden weapon and pierced the air!

There was a deep wound in his abdomen, and blood was gurgling out.

All civil and military officials were her teachers, and heroes from all over the world also admired her.

The dagger returned to Ye Banglan's hand, and there was no blood on the blade.

“Shua!”

A minute later, all the young men who came to **** the daggers fell to the ground, their noses and faces were bruised and they didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Snapped!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart was very clear in the silent wasteland.

King Yan really put a lot of effort into making this dagger. In order to ensure that the dagger exerted maximum power with the smallest size, he found a lot of ore and it took half a year to create this thing.

How valuable should the things in Princess Yongning's tomb be?

Just now...what was that trick?

The legendary Penglai Mountain magic, or the sword master's sword magic?

If this dagger is the weapon that Princess Yongning never leaves, then it proves that they can follow the clues to find Princess Yongning's tomb!

The young man didn't want to wait at all. He stretched out his hands, one hand to grab Ye Banlan's neck, and the other hand to grab the dagger.

But this is clearly something that only exists in martial arts novels!

When she died, the whole world held a funeral.

The remaining young people seemed to have seen a ghost and were in disbelief.

How could a little girl who hadn't even gone to college yet become a murderer? !

"You people enjoy robbing tombs and maliciously destroying cultural relics. I'm glad you didn't let me meet you three hundred years ago." Ye Banlan stepped on the leading young man's hand and said in a cold tone, "I promised the professor that I would be a good citizen."

The pain spread from the roots of his fingers and swept through his whole body bit by bit, almost making the young man faint.

He was somewhat unable to understand Ye Turning's words, because his brain had been overwhelmed by the pain and could not move at all.

Ye Banglan dialed the phone number Professor Xue gave her yesterday.

is the helpline number of the Northwest Branch of Bureau 723.

"Hey, I want to report a crime. A group of wandering people wanted to rob me. I accidentally fell into a trap set by a hunter in the wild." Ye Banlan lowered his head, kicked the young man who couldn't even get up, and said in a calm voice, "They seem to be related to the theft of cultural relics, and we hope they can be tracked down and brought to justice as soon as possible."

When the operator of the Northwest Branch of Bureau 723 heard these words, he immediately became serious: "Okay, Miss, please report your coordinates again."

Ye Tuan Lan reported the degrees of east longitude and north latitude.

The operator spoke quickly: "Please wait a moment, we will send someone over immediately."

The sky was still fine, so Ye Turnan raised his foot and hit the young man **** the back.

“Pfft—!”

The young man vomited out another mouthful of blood, his eyes went black, and he passed out completely.

Ye Banlan's expression was still calm. She kicked all the young people into the nearest trap, and then took out a tissue to wipe the ashes on her hands.

“Brother Wang, let's drink.” Ye Banlan sat down cross-legged by the river, “I didn't find your favorite clear wine, so I can only use this instead.”

She raised her hand, poured the remaining half of the wine in the flask onto the ground, and smiled softly.

“You must not know that China is already like this.”

Just like the Ning Dynasty in its heyday three hundred years ago, no one knew it would collapse overnight.

Today, three hundred years later, no one knows that the Chinese people can rebuild their homeland on the ruins and squeeze into the forest of the world.

"Now is a modern society. There are many high-tech things. Even I am surprised." She crescent-mooned eyes curled up and she smiled a little, "But our inheritance from that time is still there. Although it is small, I promise , will gradually recover in the future.”

After a long, long silence, Ye Banlan said softly: "But Brother Wang, I miss you so much." Among all her relatives, she and He Jia had the closest relationship.

Before she died, the last person she saw was Hejia.

Reincarnated into the modern age, Ye Banlan originally thought that she could see in the history books the deeds of King Yan who fought all the way to Beilu, or that she could retire successfully and live a retirement life.

But she never expected that six years after her death, her brother also died at an extremely young age——

28 years old.

Historical records indicate that in 1723, unknown forces invaded, and King Yan refused to retreat and was buried in Yanshan.

From now on, this mountain is his bones and the river is his blood.

The sun falls on the long river, creating little ripples.

Ye Wanlan sat quietly by the river, the petals were blown from the trees by the wind and floated on her shoulders, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing outside the Great Wall with her.

The other side, the inner city.

An hour and a half has passed, the tea has been replenished several times, and Ye Turning has still not returned to the team.

Professor Xue was restless: "What's going on? You haven't come back after being out for so long? Something happened, right?"

Yan Tingfeng said nothing.

He lowered his eyelashes, looked at the messages on his phone, and then said: "Binghe."

Binghe appeared quietly: "Sir, Bureau 723 received a call for help, saying that a group of tomb robbers had fallen into a trap, and they are sending someone there. It should be Miss Ye..."

"Bureau 723?!" Professor Xue was shocked and stood up immediately, "I just gave her my contact information yesterday, and she got in touch today. If it's broken, something big must have happened."

Before Binghe could say anything, he saw Professor Xue rushing out of the restaurant in a whoosh, with a speed comparable to the world's 100-meter running champion.

In fact, these old professors have stronger bones than anyone else!

Professor Xue rushed all the way to the outer city and found that, as expected, an area was cordoned off.

A team of investigators from the 723rd Bureau are lifting people up from the bottom of the trap.

Professor Xue breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Ye Wanlan standing meekly by the river, with two female investigators from the 723 Bureau questioning and comforting her.

"What's going on?" Professor Xue strode forward, "What danger did you encounter just now? You weren't injured, were you? Did you lose your hair?"

"No." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Professor, they all fell into the trap and did not hurt me."

Professor Xue then looked at the young people and saw that they had all fainted. He was still furious: "They deserve it! I just said that these people will be punished by God. They deserve it. They didn't look at the road and fell into the trap."

The captain looked at Professor Xue with difficulty: "..."

Where did he fall into a trap and get injured?

This is clearly how he was beaten!

　　　It is simply talking nonsense with open eyes.

It's just that this area is deserted and there is no monitoring equipment at all. No one knows what is happening here.

They compared these young men with the wanted portraits and confirmed that they were a group of people who often wandered around Yancheng. Their hands were all stained with blood, and their deeds were very ruthless.

The captain's eyes changed when he looked at Ye Banglan. He sighed and said politely: "Miss Ye, we would like to invite you to the bureau—"

"Please, please!" Professor Xue became even more angry, "The child is frightened and needs to go back to rest. Tell me if you have anything."

team leader:"…"

He met Shang Ye's gentle gaze and admitted defeat: "Okay."

“Let's go, let's go.” Professor Xue pulled Ye to turn the tide, “Let's go back, you have a good rest today.”

I got an afternoon off for no reason, and it was very leisurely to turn the tide at night.

Today is Saturday, and the promotional meeting for "A Thousand Years Old" was also officially broadcast online. She opened the video software.

“I heard that the publicity meeting was very successful.” Yan Tingfeng put down a cup of tea next to her. “I just had something to do that day, so I couldn't hear it at the scene. It's a bit regretful.”

After speaking, he also turned his eyes to the screen.

Netizens were also very enthusiastic, and the barrages filled the entire screen.

　　【Since the reorganization of "Qianqiu Sui", it has been very careful. The promotion of intangible cultural heritage is indeed necessary now! 】

　　【This song "The Smoke in the Desert" is really nice to listen to. The pipa player must be very professional. I suspect that he hired a master-level figure! 】

【Did the pipa player show his face? This is very important to me. 】

The song ended, and there was a moment of blankness in the background music.

Netizens are regretting that the Pipa song ended so quickly and they haven't fully enjoyed it yet.

　　【Is it over like this? No, I'm going to go back and listen to it again. 】

Yan Tingfeng also smiled: "It sounds very good, even better than the one you played before."

Ye Turns the Lam and raises his eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment."

Just when many netizens were about to go back and listen to "Smoke in the Desert" again, a giant barrage occupied the entire screen.

【Ah ah ah ah, please pay attention to the high energy ahead! ! 】

Good morning~~~

(End of this chapter)

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