[This story is purely fictional, please do not try it yourself] [Tomb robbing + suspense + adventure + treasure appraisal] I will never forget the late autumn of 1998! On the gravel ground in the yellow flood area of eastern Henan, the moment I, at the age of nineteen, clutched the heavy shovel and collided it with the green bricks, I would never have imagined that what I drilled through was not only three feet of earth, but also a ghostly river and lake that eats people without spitting out their bones - we crossed over to Taiqing, Luyi I walked through the broken monument of the palace, walked through the Han tombs in Mangdang Mountain in Yongcheng, and in the clay layer 17 meters underground in Kaifeng, I personally held out the Ru Kiln sky blue lamp that Song Huizong played with. The sinister rivers and lakes turned me into a greasy middle-aged uncle who was known as the "Bianliang vulture" by my descendants! Now that the dust has settled, if you are interested, prepare your bench, crack melon seeds, and listen to me talk about the first half of my life!
