Tomb Robbery Chronicles Eng Sub (盗墓笔记) Daomubiji

Blood Corpse chapter 2(king Lu's tomb)

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50 years later, at Xiling Seal Society in Hangzhou, my thoughts were interrupted by an old man. I closed my grandfather's notes and looked at him.

"Do you accept rubbings here?" He asked. It seemed that he was just asking casually. I am quite talented in this business, so I just said perfunctorily: "Yes, but the price is not high." It means, you don't. Go away with the good stuff, don't delay the uncle's reading.

In our business, we have been open for three years without opening, and we have been open for three years. We are used to being leisurely on weekdays, and we hate serving customers who don't know anything about it. Later, whenever we see those passers-by, we will directly drive them away with joy and sorrow. However, I have been a little too idle recently. Seeing that the peak season is almost over and there are no good things coming in, I am a little impatient.

"Then I would like to ask, are there any rubbings of the Warring States Period silk books here? Is it the one that was stolen by a few locals in Changsha 50 years ago and was defrauded by an American?" The man looked at my counter. collection, I asked.

"You said you were deceived by the Americans. Where can you find it?" I became angry when I heard it. "Of course you have to go to the market to find rubbings. How can you find one if you have designated one?"

He lowered his voice: "I heard that you have connections, and I was introduced to you by Lao Itch."

I became vigilant and was shocked. Didn't Lao Itch join the cell the year before last? Why did he betray me? I felt anxious, and cold sweat broke out on my back, "Which... I don't know which one is itching."

"I understand, I understand," he chuckled and took out a watch from his pocket, "Look, Lao Itch said you'll understand once you see this."

That watch was given to him by his first love when Lao Itch was in the Northeast. He regarded this watch as his life. When he was drunk, he would take it out and look at it while shouting "Cuckoo, Li, Li". I asked him What is the name of that old lady of yours? He thought about it for a long time and actually cried, saying that I had fucking forgotten it. This old itch is willing to give this watch to this person, which shows that this person does have some background.

But no matter how I looked at this person, I felt that he looked disgusting, but since he came to my door, it was better to speak openly, so I raised my hand directly: "Then even if you are Lao Itchy's friend, what do you want to do with me?"

He smiled toothily, revealing a big gold tooth: "A friend of mine brought something back from Shanxi and wants you to show me whether it is the real thing."

"Seeing that you speak with a Beijing accent, you, a big target from Beijing, came to the south to come to me for consultation. It's too flattering to me. There are so many good people in Beijing. I'm afraid you don't care about drinking!"

He chuckled: "They say southerners are shrewd, and it's true. Seeing that you are young, you are very perceptive. To be honest, I am not here to see you this time. I want to meet your old man."

My expression suddenly changed: "Why are you looking for my grandpa?"

"Did your old lady keep one or two rubbings of the Warring States period silk scrolls after he stole them from Biaoziling in Changsha? My friend just wants to know if they are the same as the one we have?"

Before he finished speaking, I yelled at the dozing guy next to me: "Wang Meng, see off the guests!"

The old man with golden teeth was anxious: "Why do you want to drive people away just as you say it?"