Chapter 71 Princess Liang
Hearing this, Guan Tianqin set his sights on the only unfamiliar face, "Who is this master?"
Anyone who can come up with a solution off the cuff is definitely not an unknown person.
"My last name is Qin, Dr. Guan, just call me Xiao Qin."
He was polite and modest, completely different from the Xuanmen people Guan Tianqin had come into contact with. He immediately had a new understanding of the obviously too young young man in front of him and said with a hearty smile, "Then I'll be generous and call you Xiao Qin."
"Xiao Qin, what do you think of the tomb of the Princess of Liang?"
The question was naturally not about academic value, but about the field Qin Qinsen was most familiar with.
"There are so many underworld artifacts and a thick yin energy, but those aren't a problem." He glanced at Boss Huang and Brother Hong calmly, and after receiving a barely perceptible nod of agreement from them, Qin Qinsen continued, "But the bloody evil spirit on the golden robe is thick with resentment, so Dr. Guan should stay away. And then there's that little hill of jewels."
Following Qin Qinsen's line of sight, Guan Tianqin looked towards the Jewel Mountain, with a few traces of struggle in his eyes, as if his eyes were caught and he had to stare at it.
"Calm down." Qin Qinsen put his hand on Guan Tianqin's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "There's something in that pile of jewels."
Guan Tianqin, who had regained his freedom, felt sweat on his forehead. "This pile of jewels is normal in the tomb. Could it be that someone..."
Qin Qinsen shook his head. "From the moment they saw the first rays of sunlight, these jewels began to regain their former effectiveness—magnifying greed and obsession until those cursed were doomed beyond redemption."
Even behind glass and fences, the audience's enthusiasm could not be dampened. As the crowd became increasingly emotional, security guards, who were standing with their backs to the jewelry, had to intervene to stop the crowd from behaving in order to prevent any accidents.
"Xiao Qin!"
Seeing this, Guan Tianqin was about to ask for help when he found that Qin Qinsen was no longer around.
Qin Qinsen, under the cover of Brother Hong and Boss Huang, walked through the crowd, quickly came to the huge glass display case, squatted down, and stuck the talismans he had prepared in his arms on the four corners.
After getting up, he stuffed a yellow talisman into each security guard's pocket and told them not to take it off.
"Everything remains the same."
Before the security guards had time to think about it, they found that the audience who were excited just now suddenly calmed down, with a look of confusion and helplessness on their faces. They seemed to not understand why they were standing so close to the security guards. Some of them even had their hands on the security guards' strong biceps.
"Thank you. If Xiao Qin hadn't been here today, there would have been big problems." Guan Tianqin breathed a sigh of relief.
No wonder he'd spent more time on the jewelry during the last two days inspecting the exhibits. It turned out there was something wrong with that item. Thinking of this, Guan Tianqin said hurriedly, "That pile of jewelry is very valuable for research. If we..."
"Try not to touch it," Qin Qinsen gave the answer that no archaeologist wanted to hear. "This pile of jewels is far less valuable to you than it is to Xuanmen. And as time goes by, if you're in the same room with it, your greed and obsession will grow like crazy, and you won't be able to control it at all."
What Guan Tianqin and his team dug out was not only the tomb of Princess Liang, but also the ancient history of Xuanmen spells in this world.
"So, Princess Yiqing's treason is likely connected to this pile of her beloved jewels," Guan Tianqin muttered. He had personally caught a grain of sand in the torrent of history, yet he could not personally record it in a book for posterity. He could only allow the outside world to speculate endlessly about the actions of the fallen princess, churning out a thousand fallacies, without him being able to refute them.
Unexpectedly, Qin Qinsen spoke again, "Dr. Guan was affected much less than these viewers. Do you know why?"
Qin Qinsen smiled, his tone light and confident, "Because you care more about history and scholarship than fame and fortune. Most people see the value of jewelry, but you see the past life of the jewelry owner, the dynasty and environment she lived in, and the development of history."
"Your greatest desire is probably to keep these exhibits and study them for ten or eight years."
Therefore, although Guan Tianqin was controlled when facing Baoshan, he did not rush up like a madman.
"You say that as if I'm a saint." Guan Tianqin was extremely grateful for his face that was dry and blackened by the wind and sun. Otherwise, judging by the heat on his face now, he would probably have to stay in the cold storage for a few hours before he could recover.
"Is there really no way?" The person asking the question was Boss Huang, his eyes full of: If we can solve this problem, we will be the official's royal soldiers in Hai City and can walk around freely!
Faced with someone who suddenly became ambitious, Qin Qinsen held his forehead with a headache and said, "Wait until the audience disperses, then I'll take a closer look."
In order to visit the tomb of Princess Liang, the museum specially delayed its closing time until 8 p.m. After the last visitor left, Boss Huang quickly closed and locked the door. He stood side by side with Hong Guangbai and Guan Tianqin, looking at Qin Qinsen expectantly.
"Don't hold your hopes too high. After all, this is a spell from over 3,000 years ago, and I have no confidence that I can solve it."
Taking advantage of his free afternoon, Qin Qinsen hurriedly scoured his history. Little information was available about the fallen princess of Liang. All he knew was that her name was Yiqing, and that she was the princess of Liang, the most powerful kingdom in the warring states over three thousand years ago. Yet, for some unknown reason, this intelligent princess, groomed as the heir apparent, had fallen headfirst into a trap set by the enemy nation, becoming entangled with its prince.
In order to be with the person he loved, he handed over all the intelligence about the State of Liang, which ultimately led to the destruction of his country.
Qin Qinsen did not comment on this. He was more concerned about whether there were any figures like the national teacher who appeared in the same period as Princess Liang. Unfortunately, the era was too long ago and could no longer be traced back.
Just in case, Qin Qinsen wrote a spell on the palms of the three people watching, then took out a talisman and stuffed one into each of them. "It can prevent you from being confused. You can stand farther away. If you have any problems, just run away. Don't worry about me."
This was the first time Boss Huang heard a hint of uneasiness in Qin Qinsen's mouth. He regretted not bringing a few zombies with him. Although they were not very skilled, they could still be a help.
Qin Qinsen, not having the time to care about other people's thoughts, first walked to the display case of the golden embroidered clothes, climbed over the fence, bent down, and his upper body was almost parallel to the long display case. Then, he waved his hands in the air and muttered something.
About a quarter of an hour later, just as Boss Huang's tense nerves were relaxing, a chilling wind blew through the sealed exhibition hall, and a strong, bloody odor suddenly appeared. A blood-red figure emerged from the golden brocade robe, its eyes suddenly opening as it met Qin Qinsen's gaze.
For a moment, the air in the exhibition hall was stagnant.
The chilling wind suddenly stopped, and it was as if countless wronged souls were wailing and screaming, making people's scalps numb and their eardrums vibrate and ache. Just when the three were about to be overwhelmed, Qin Qinsen's words interrupted the roaring clamor from hell.
"Hello, Princess Yiqing."
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