Chapter 133 High Energy Ahead! [1 Update]

The dagger was only the size of a palm, very compact, but the blade was extremely sharp, without any rust, and it didn'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 leading middle-aged man: "Boss, it 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 was the word "Yan"!

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

It’s just a relic of King Yan. These 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!

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!

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

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

Civil and military officials were her teachers, and heroes in the world also admired her.

When she died, the whole world held a funeral.

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.

"Uh-huh!"

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

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

"Chi——"

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

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

A deep wound appeared on his abdomen, and blood gurgled out.

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

Just now... what was that trick?

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

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

"Snapped!"

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

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.

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

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

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 body bit by bit, almost making the young man faint.

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

Ye Banglan dialed the number Professor Xue gave her yesterday.

It is the help 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 Turning 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."

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

Ye Banglan glanced at the sky and reported the east longitude and north latitude.

The operator's tone was urgent: "Please wait a moment, we will send someone over immediately."

The sky was still fine, so Ye Turning raised his foot and hit the young man hard on the back.

"puff--!"

The young man vomited out another mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, 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 now."

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

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

"Now is a modern society. There are a lot of high-tech things. Even I am surprised." She crescent-mooned eyes and 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 has the closest relationship with Hejia.

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

Reincarnated into the modern era, Ye Wanlan thought she could read about the King of Yan fighting all the way to Beilu in history books, or retire and live a life of retirement.

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

28 years old.

According to historical records, in 1723, an unknown force invaded, and the King of Yan fought to the death and was buried in Yanshan.

From then on, this mountain was his bones and the river was his blood.

The sun fell on the long river, rippling with ripples.

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

**

On the other side, the inner city.

An hour and a half passed, and the tea had been refilled several times, but Ye Wanlan still hadn't returned to the team.

Professor Xue was restless: "What's the matter? You haven't come back after being out for so long? Could something have happened?"

Yan Tingfeng didn't speak.

His eyelashes drooped, and he looked at the message on his phone before he spoke: "Binghe."

Binghe appeared silently: "Sir, the 723rd Bureau received a call for help, saying that a group of tomb robbers fell into a trap, and they are sending people over. It should be Miss Ye..."

"723rd Bureau?!" Professor Xue was shocked and stood up in an instant, "I just gave her the contact information yesterday, and she contacted me today. It's bad, something must have happened."

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

"..."

In fact, these old professors are tougher than anyone else!

Professor Xue ran all the way to the outer city and found that, as expected, an area was surrounded by a cordon.

A team of investigators from the 723rd Bureau was lifting the people at the bottom of the trap.

Professor Xue breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Wanlan standing by the river in a gentle manner and two female investigators from the 723rd Bureau asking and comforting her.

"What happened?" Professor Xue strode forward, "What danger did you encounter just now? Are you not injured? Didn't your hair fall off?"

"No." Ye Wanlan was very calm, "Professor, they all fell into the trap and didn't hurt me."

Professor Xue then looked at the young men and saw that they had all fainted. He was still furious: "It's what they deserve! I said these people would be punished by God. They deserved not to look at the road and fell into the trap."

The captain looked at Professor Xue with a hard word: "..."

How could they fall into the trap and get injured?

This is clearly being beaten like this!

It's simply a lie.

It's just that this area is already barren and there is no surveillance equipment at all. No one knows what happened here.

And they compared these young people with the wanted portraits and confirmed that they were a group of people who often roamed in Yancheng. Their hands were also stained with blood and their tracks were very cruel.

The captain's eyes changed when he looked at Ye Wanlan. He sighed and said politely, "Miss Ye, we want to invite you to the bureau--"

"What do you mean by invite?" Professor Xue became even angrier, "The child was frightened and needs to go back to rest. Tell me if you have anything to say."

Captain: "..."

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

"Let's go." Professor Xue pulled Ye Wanlan, "Let's go back. You have a good rest today."

**

Ye Wanlan was also very relaxed after getting an afternoon off for no reason.

Today is Saturday, and the promotion meeting of "Qianqiu Sui" was officially broadcast online. She opened the video software.

"I heard that the promotion meeting was very successful." Yan Tingfeng put down a cup of tea next to her, "It's just that I had something to do that day and couldn't hear it on the spot. It's a pity."

After speaking, his eyes also turned to the screen.

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

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

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

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

At the end of the song, there was a moment of blankness in the background music.

Netizens were all regretting that the pipa song ended so quickly and they hadn't listened to it to their heart's content.

【It's over like this? No, I want to go back and listen to it again. 】

Yan Tingfeng also smiled: "It sounds very nice, better than the part you played before."

Ye Wanlan raised 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.

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

Good morning~~~