Chapter 56 Ming Tombs
While talking, the group walked into the scenic spot. Because Hou Cuijiao led the way, no one blocked them.
“Then take us to see these well-preserved places.”
Hearing that most of the imperial tombs had been excavated, Wang Xiaoming was slightly disappointed, but he did not show it.
"Okay," Hou Cuijiao responded, and then hailed a car, "Professor, let's go by car, otherwise you won't be able to finish shopping in one afternoon."
The driver was a young man, young and looked very honest.
Hou Cuijiao was sitting in the passenger seat, directing the other person to drive. The young man didn't know whether he was excited or scared, his body was always shaking.
Wang Xiaoming was sitting in the back and thinking, this guy won't overturn the car, right?
Fortunately, what I imagined did not happen, and the vehicle stopped steadily at its destination.
Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun also got out of the car and followed Hou Cuijiao without anyone stopping them. They didn't walk long before they arrived at an underground palace.
Almost everything in the underground palace has been evacuated, only some stone carvings remain.
“This is the Jingling Underground Palace. Because these stone carvings and wall carvings have great research value, we basically haven't made any major changes here and sealed it up. You can take a look at it at will.” Hou Cuijiao introduced briefly.
Wang Xiaoming was speechless. He turned on his spiritual vision and looked around. The scenery in front of him did not change, and there was no hidden supernatural power.
Walking to some remaining stone sculptures, he gently touched them with his hands, feeling the traces left by the years.
Hou Cuijiao hesitated to speak after seeing Wang Xiaoming's actions. In the end, she did not speak and walked aside to relax.
“Li Jun, give me the bag.” Wang Xiaoming said.
Before going out, Wang Xiaoming had already brought all the materials needed for the archaeological ceremony, which he planned to use here.
As for the fact that there are outsiders on the side, Wang Xiaoming doesn't care. Now he is a certified ghost controller from the headquarters. If he shows something special, someone will deal with it. Besides, Hou Cuijiao may not know some things about ghost controllers.
Taking the materials handed over by Li Jun, Wang Xiaoming arranged the ceremony on the spot. After Hou Cuijiao saw it, instead of coming closer, she moved further away.
After instructing Li Jun to stand guard, Wang Xiaoming began the archaeological ceremony.
Like the first time, a blurry picture appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming's eyes again and disappeared in a flash.
It was a middle-aged man wearing burlap clothes, who was carefully carving on a stone with a carving knife.
'The historical fragment of the birth of stone sculpture. ' The identification charm again provides information.
Wang Xiaoming looked at the stone sculpture. It was a statue that looked like a palace lady. There was an earthy yellow historical atmosphere trembling on the statue.
Compared with the bronze lamp, the historical atmosphere on the stone sculpture is more than ten times smaller.
He stretched out his hand to touch this breath of history, and the scene of the morning ceremony was repeated. Records about Emperor Ming Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty began to appear in his mind. At the same time, something in the breath of history began to resonate with it, and inexplicable information began to emerge.
'Stone carvings originating from the Xuanzong period of the Ming Dynasty, carved by stonemasons to fill the world after the emperor's death. '
“A little less!”
Wang Xiaoming senses the digestion of the potion in his body. If he hadn't been sensing the digestion of the potion in his body, he might not be able to tell whether the potion has been digested or not.
ˆAlmost similar to the feedback he got when reading about history, it was completely different from the feedback he got from archaeological bronze lamps.
“You cannot archaeologically examine these insignificant historical antiquities. You should find some antiquities with great historical significance for archaeology, or archaeologically examine some ancient supernatural objects.”
Wang Xiaoming thought about it a little and revised his plan. He originally thought that going to the tomb for archaeology would be a bonus, but unexpectedly the feedback from the potion was different from what he imagined. He did not need to actively act as an archaeologist, he only needed to study history and archaeological antiquities.
This is completely different from what he saw in mystery novels in his previous life. There is no need to act, and there is no need to summarize the rules for acting. He just needs to do what an archaeologist needs to do.
At the same time, Wang Xiaoming also guessed that this should be because the setting of the game is different from the novel, so the change occurred.
“Remove the complicated role settings and replace them with corresponding professional tasks.”
Awakening the memory of his past life, Wang Xiaoming recalled the slogan he saw when downloading the game, which further confirmed his guess.
Because this knowledge wilderness is traversed from the game, naturally, the two accompanying divine paths to follow are the settings in the game.
Game manufacturers will naturally not let players learn how to play a corresponding Extraordinary to level up.
They will only roughly design corresponding tasks for each sequence to correspond to the characteristics of this sequence. Players can upgrade by completing corresponding tasks.
This way, players can play with ease, and manufacturers can do it with ease.
“Very good!” Wang Xiaoming praised silently in his heart.
Compared with the setting in the novel, the way to upgrade tasks in the game is obviously much simpler, which reduces a lot of difficulties for his subsequent sequence promotion.
The only pity is that in his previous life, he was sent away by a truck just after choosing a career. He did not play a real mystery game, and he did not know many subsequent game settings.
He just hopes that the manufacturer will not make random changes to the subsequent content.
Although he already knew that the stone carvings in the underground palace were of little use to him, Wang Xiaoming did not leave immediately. He began to look at the wall carvings in the underground palace with great interest.
The wall carvings all describe some of the great achievements of the emperor at that time, but most of them are boasts and their authenticity is doubtful.
After reading it, Wang Xiaoming held another archaeological ceremony in front of the wall carving. Just like the stone carving of the palace lady, the potion did not give him any feedback because of the area occupied by the wall carving.
“Ms. Hou, can you take us to see the antiquities excavated from the Ming Tombs? It's best if they are valuable and will not be displayed to the outside world.”
After archaeologically inspecting the entire underground palace, Wang Xiaoming waved to Hou Cuijiao in the distance.
"This..." Hou Cuijiao said hesitantly, "I need to make a call with the leader."
“No problem,” Wang Xiaoming nodded, “Let's go up first and make a call on the ground.”
After arriving on the ground, Hou Cuijiao ran to the side with the phone, while Wang Xiaoming sat back in the car and sensed the magic potion in his body being digested. Mosquito legs are also meat. Although there is little archaeological feedback in the underground palace, they add up to a lot. At this moment, his magic potion Digestion has reached four twentieths, which is one fifth.
Calculated, the entire underground palace brought him one-twentieth of the potion feedback, equivalent to a bronze lamp.
If he had a better understanding of the history of the Ming Dynasty, the feedback he would bring would increase by one-twentieth.
After a while, Hou Cuijiao came back with the phone and said after getting in the car: "Our leader has agreed. I will take you to the museum next."
“The Ming Tombs Museum is divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts. The one I am taking you to now is the inner hall, which is not open to the public. It contains some precious cultural relics.”
Then, the honest young man turned into another road under the command of Hou Cuijiao.
When the vehicle passed by the museum that was open to the public, Wang Xiaoming saw many people queuing up to enter the museum. As a famous attraction near Dajing City, there are many tourists even if it is not Sunday.
(End of this chapter)
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