Lao Xu has been contacting old friends from ancient characters and archaeological circles from all over the world, hoping to get some guidance. Although the scholar is always careless and does not be vague when he encounters serious matters, he has been in contact with the northwest. When Mr. Cao found out, he was very sad and immediately contacted his think tank team to conduct research.

Two days later, Lao Xu replied to the message, and his old friends did not recognize these words. Lao Xu was a little depressed and I comforted him and said, "This is nothing. The ghost text is originally written by some local Taoist sorcerers in China. Strictly speaking, it is not an ancient text, and it is normal for those professors and scholars to not know about it."

The Cao family has not replied to the message for a long time, and the scholar couldn't keep urging him, so he could only wait. As a result, on the third day, the phone rang, and he took out his cell phone and saw that it was Linglong!

"Hey, Brother Nan, I have arrived in Zhengzhou, right at the airport, come and pick me up." I was excited when I heard Linglong's voice.

I pulled the scholar and Lao Xu, took a taxi and headed straight to the airport.

The airport was crowded with people, but I found Lingqing in the crowd at a glance. The red T-shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of small heels under my feet made her legs look longer, and a pair of black goggles almost covered half of her face. The two brothers standing around Shunli, as well as a few guys, black shirts, black pants, and sunglasses on my face, made the unknowing passengers keep looking at each other, thinking that this was a female star and her bodyguards.

We took two steps and were about to shake hands, but Linglong rushed over and hugged my neck, and the person hung on me: "Brother Nan, didn't expect it? If you don't go see me, I'll come to you! Are you surprised?"

I blushed suddenly, and I was not hugging or putting it on, so I had to pat Linglong's head: "Okay, okay, surprise, absolutely surprise! Girl, this is not where we talk. Let's go, Brother Nan will greet you first."

Linglong took my neck as a swing, and froze back and forth several times before she came down reluctantly. While rubbing her neck, I greeted my brother Shunli and several friends from the Cao family.

The scholar came over and said, "Linglong, what wind has blown you aunt? Don't say it in advance, say it earlier, brother scholar has come to wait for you long ago."

Linglong smiled and said, "Brother Scholar, don't I miss you anymore? I'll just come and see you when I'm going to fly."

Ashun still had a cold expression and nodded to us. Even if he had greeted him, Ali was enthusiastic. He took off his glasses, ran over to shake hands with us one by one, and said, "Masters, there is something important to come here this time. This is not a place to talk. Please help Mr. Han find a place. We have to stay for a few days."

The scholar naturally knew that Linglong's sudden arrival was definitely not just because she "misses you" so she naturally did not dare to neglect her. She immediately took out her cell phone and called the best hotel in Zhengzhou, booked four rooms, and then helped a few guys call a taxi with their luggage.

Linglong and his group were seven people this time. In addition to Brother Shunli, the other four Cao guys were also reliable and reliable confidants. The scholar settled Linglong and the others in the hotel. For convenience, he also booked a room for the three of us at the opposite door of Linglong's room. We have also stayed in the hotel these days to facilitate our meeting with Linglong and the others.

Linglong and the others checked into the room, washed it with a little water, and ran to our room.

The scholar said: "It's lunch time, so we'll have a meal in the restaurant downstairs. I've booked a private room. Let's talk while eating."

Everyone was already hungry, so naturally they all agreed.

The food was served and the wine glass was full. Linglong raised her glass first and said, "Let me introduce it first. Everyone is familiar with Shunli brothers. These four are capable generals of the Cao Group, Zhao Ming, Wang Yong, Sun Fei, and Zhang Shijun."

The four of them stood up one by one and nodded to us.

The scholar also picked up the wine glass and said, "It's all brothers. This time I came to Zhengzhou and I will definitely entertain everyone as a landlord. Come on, brothers, let's have this cup!"

After drinking this glass of wine, Linglong turned her eyes, Zhao Ming, Wang Yong and the other four stood up together and walked outside the door.

Lao Xu didn't react for a moment and said, "Linglong, is this?"

Ashun answered, "There is something important to come this time. The four of them are at the door."

After hearing Ashun's words, the three of us all turned our puzzled eyes to Linglong.

Linglong whispered: "Brother Nan, I came here to act on behalf of the Cao family. Our Cao family also has a branch in Zhengzhou, but in order to keep it a secret, they did not disturb them. This time I led the team, mainly to inform you of the situation. How to say it, this starts from half a month ago."

Linglong cleaned her hair, thought for a while, and began to say, "Brother Nan, you also know that since the old man came back, the old man washed his hands with a golden basin, and the Cao family group also withdrew from tomb robbing and cultural relics smuggling activities. He also donated all the existing national treasure-level antiques in his hands to the country. In fact, the old man had long thought of retiring from the world. He said that digging a man's tomb was extremely harmful to his good deeds. My parents' early death and the twists and turns in my life all prompted him to change his mentality. Simply put, not only did he not rob the tomb himself, but he decided to collect the lost cultural relics in his lifetime and donate them to museums and cultural relics institutes for free, hoping to make up for the fault of the Cao family."

"This is a good thing. Mr. Cao is noble and honest. He can do his own strength and protect national cultural relics. He is really a real man!" Old Xu was very happy after hearing Linglong say it.

"Since you left Xi'an, the old man began to collect antiques everywhere. One day, half a month ago, the old man was in a good mood. Taking advantage of the spring, he took a few friends out of the house and said he was going to the countryside. But he accidentally found an ancient tomb in a village in the countryside."

"What ancient tomb? Where was it discovered and how was it discovered?" Lao Xu immediately became excited when he heard the ancient tomb.

"Yes, what kind of ancient tomb, are there any treasures?" The scholar also cared about the ancient tomb.

"I heard from the old man that it was a farmer who accidentally dug a tombstone while digging a cellar. Some people in the village said they had discovered the treasure, and many people were holding the treasures. The old man asked the guy to look at it. According to the unearthed jade pendants, it should be a tomb of the Han Dynasty. He was afraid that the treasures would be lost, so he made a decision to collect the treasures on the side of the village. Before the people from the Cultural Relics Research Institute arrived, they harvested seventeen pieces of ancient coins, porcelain, jade, etc., and later they were given to the institute for free. Originally, this was just a very common thing, but in the unearthed cultural relics, a pottery jar with a cover was found, and the lid was originally sealed. The lid was a little loose while the villagers were fighting for it. The old man found a bamboo slip inside."

"During the Han Dynasty, porcelain production has developed greatly. But it still looks like imitating bronze ware. In ancient tombs of the Han Dynasty, I have indeed found bottles, spoons, jugs, bottles, etc., but it is the first time I heard of storing bamboo slips in jugs." Lao Xu analyzed.

"Indeed, the old man also said it was very fresh. What's fresher is that the bamboo slips were not commonly used in seal script and clerical script in the Han Dynasty, but were similar to those crawling out by ants. It was said to be written by words. No one knew the old man and the experts accompanying him. They said it was not written by words. It did have certain writing rules, not like random graffiti." After Linglong said that, the three of us exclaimed: "The ants crawled out!". Isn't this a ghost text?

"Brother Nan, do you realize it? Yes, it's ghost text. Although the old man donated the jar to the cultural relics center, the bamboo slips were secretly kept. Later, one of the Cao family's own 'palm' recognized this was ghost text. But this old man could only distinguish it and could not translate it. The old man asked people everywhere, hoping to find someone who knew the ghost text and help translate it. Later, after someone introduced him, a Nanyang man said that he knew the ghost text. After getting the bamboo slips' text, the man said that it would take several days to translate the ghost text." Linglong said.

"What does the ghost text on the bamboo slip mean? Did the Nanyang devils decipher it?" Lao Xu couldn't wait to ask.

"Oh, the gentleman said that he had almost finished deciphering the translation, and happened to receive the essay record sent to us by the scholar brother. After receiving it, the old man said that it was also a ghost text, and he happened to let the gentleman in Nanyang decipher together. As a result..."

"How is the result?" The scholar couldn't wait to know the answer.

"What happened! Since I sent the ghost text pictures you passed on to the Nanyang gentleman, he lost his trace and could no longer contact him. The old man sent someone to pull the middleman to Nanyang directly. The gentleman's residence was in a mess and the person was gone. The brothers below turned his residence upside down, but he could not find any translation. He just found a bullet shell in the room." Linglong said.

"What! Bullet shell! What's going on?" Actually, without me saying it, everyone knows that something must have happened.

"The old man was very angry, but after all, he was in Nanyang, not in China, so we were out of reach. We invited private detectives to investigate the scene and had some initial insights. Based on some traces at the scene, the bullet head was found on the ceiling, combined with the bullet shells left on the scene, and obtained information including the rifle, the place of the bullet production. We used some relationships and checked the American gun management database. We learned that the guns on the scene came from an American company called 'Bidbes'." Linglong took a sip of water and continued: "This Bidbes company is an openly geographical surveying and mapping company, but in fact, it has been secretly conducting treasure hunting, collecting antiques, smuggling cultural relics and other activities around the world."

"Why did they go to trouble with the Nanyang people? Why did they just hand over the ghost text in "The Essays of the Heavenly Acts" to the Nanyang people? Was it a coincidence or a premeditation?" I felt that this matter was not that simple.
Chapter completed!