alty."">"She no longer calls me a little rascal, she calls me a man now."It's nothing really, just helping each other out, haha," I said sheepishly, scratching my head.“Who are you...” She suddenly no..."This is the national-level subterranean palace, as originally stated by Yao Yumen."

If something bears the words "national level" and is unearthed, it must naturally be a national-level artifact.

What is a national treasure

Since most of you probably don't often come into contact with antiques, let me tell you this.

Unique and irreplaceable, a national treasure! This is what we call a national-level cultural relic.

According to the Palace Museum's grading system, they are: First-Class Top Grade National Cultural Relics, First-Class National Cultural Relics, Second-Class National Cultural Relics, Third-Class National Cultural Relics, and Ordinary Cultural Relics.

Things like the gold-threaded jade garments were only assigned to first-rank officials. This is because the gold-threaded jade garments were not unique; so far, a precise count has revealed 21 and a half gold-threaded jade garments have been discovered.

Those national treasures are even more valuable than items like the Jin Lu Yu Yi (golden embroidered silk robe) and Changxin Palace Lantern. They are unique and irreplaceable national treasures, such as: the Simu Mu Ding, the Four Sheep Fang Zun, the Zeng Hou Yi Bronze Bell Suite, the Qing Tong Blood Square Rui, and the Horse Treading Flying Swallow. These are...

Why did Yao Yumen have second thoughts at that time

In this era, such things are impossible to leak abroad. They can only circulate in the domestic market, but no one dares to accept them because regardless of which major auction you go to, no matter how powerful the buyers and collectors are, the final result is often only one.

Permanent residence at the National Museum.

Once this thing comes into existence, the authorities will definitely investigate thoroughly. In the end, they'll also include a lifetime gift package: permanent residence rights in a maximum-security prison.

For forty-six years, Yao Wenzhong, also known as Master Yao, the "Ghost Eye" who claimed to sever dragon veins, roamed the tombs. On October 17th of the year seventeen, he met his end by a bullet. What ordinary people didn't know was that it was all because he touched something he shouldn't have.

Yaoyumen wanted to withdraw because she was scared, but the Sun brothers weren't happy about that.

The atmosphere was tense at the time. Yao Wenci, with his short hair, looked pale and fearful. Both sides disagreed, their positions hardening like drawn swords pointing at each other.

Did you ask me if I was afraid then

To be honest, I was seven parts afraid and three parts curious. There's no need to say what I was afraid of; my curiosity stemmed from wondering what lay beyond the stone gate behind the underground palace. It felt like facing an unknown world, with who knows what national treasures yet to be unveiled inside

unknown.

We were just a small team from the North back then. Back in those days, there were tons of gangs more powerful than us on the streets. Even if we opened the gate to the underground palace and managed to get inside using the ancient stone carvings, we wouldn't be able to handle the consequences that came with it.

Because the things in Shimen are like a time bomb, only you dare to take them out and sell them, then it's over.

The signal on the walkie-talkie was bad, so I just told Wang butou about what was happening.

The walkie-talkie was silent for a long time.

"Everyone," Wang Bǎotóu's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie as the red light flashed.

"Big Brother, Third Brother, Yunfeng, Miss Yao is right, this matter... the situation has already surpassed the scope where we can safely escape. Come up here."

The second child...I'm not looking for the second child anymore.

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Hearing Wang's words, the usually calm Old Sun rubbed his hair, his eyes bloodshot. He seemed insane, kicking the stone door frantically, "Your mother! Your mother!"

The massive stone gate stood firm, with only a faint dust swirling in the air. Lao San sat powerless before it, tugging at his hair.

My nose felt sour, and I was feeling a little uncomfortable. My second brother is the life of our team. He's suddenly disappeared, and it looks grim. We want to save him, but we can't find any trace of him. He just vanished into thin air in this Zhou Dynasty tomb.

Besides that pressure, we couldn't get in at the time because of the piece of flagstone behind the door.

Slate, also known as gate-blocking stone, is one of the basic methods used in ancient tombs to prevent theft. Many tombs contain slate, such as the tomb of Emperor Shenzong Zhu Yijun, who was Emperor Wanli. There was a 1.6-meter-long slate inside his tomb, which is a type of tomb mechanism art.ao Xu Xuan put away her nail clippers, looking somewhat at a loss."Little sprout giggled and shook his head, 'Missy's thigh isn't as thick as my arm. When I followed my uncle to sea, I've seen it all....