While Feng Changye was secretly thinking about how to get the skull out, Zhu Wuhuan was secretly looking at him as he walked, and was also thinking about this matter in his heart.
Does he really want to take this skull out and bury it?
If this is his wish, then she...
It’s not that we can’t help him.
Although doing such a thing is illegal, and although she really doesn't want to go against the motherland, but now the motherland has put her husband's skull on display here, attracting criticism and curses, as a wife, she wants to protect her husband and steal back what belongs to him. Shouldn't that be too much?
So she began to scan the surrounding security systems and began to wonder whether it was convenient to steal things here.
Soon, the two arrived at the skull exhibition hall.
The skull wine bowl placed in the glass cabinet quietly appeared in front of the two people.
Zhu Wuhuan looked at the wine bowl that looked round and beautiful under the light, and couldn't help but show a solemn expression. He slowly turned his eyes and looked at Feng Changye carefully.
Ahem, sorry, she really couldn't empathize with such a skull. She didn't feel any grief at all...
But she couldn't act too relaxed!
If Feng Changye was heartbroken, she would definitely act and accompany him.
As a result, she glanced sideways and found that Feng Changye looked more relaxed than her.
He saw that his skull did not feel sad or heavy at all. Instead, he walked around the exhibition stand as if nothing had happened, examining his skull from all directions.
After examining it with a critical eye, he drifted back to Zhu Wuhuan and commented, "Is this the perfect skull you mentioned? It's nothing special. I thought it was truly beautiful. It's nowhere near as good as a jade wine bowl."
He put his hands behind his back and snorted in disdain, "No wonder not many people came to see it. It turns out you've been exaggerating it too much. It really isn't worth appreciating!"
Therefore, there is no need to waste resources by displaying such things that have no appreciation value in the museum. He wants to take them out and bury them.
“…” Zhu Wuhuan looked at him with complicated eyes.
What's going on?
Is there anyone who belittles himself like this?
Oh wait, was he afraid the girls behind him would say the skull was ugly, so he was the first to say it? So he wouldn't be embarrassed when he heard them say it was ugly later?
As they were talking, a dozen or so girls also came to the front of the booth.
The girls chattered around the booth.
"Oh, it's quite nice. I thought it was one of those scary skulls from ghost stories, but after it was polished into a wine bowl, you can't tell it's made of a human head at all."
"Yes, these white bones have the texture of jade, with a thin layer of patina on them, making them look even more round and full. They are really beautiful and not scary at all."
"It's a pity we weren't allowed to bring our phones in, otherwise I would have loved to take a picture with it."
"Yeah, if we can take a picture, we can brag about being the women who shared a photo with a tyrant!"
"Those tomb robbers are weird, though. If it were me, I'd definitely use a skull like this as a urinal. Why would they use it as a drinking bowl? Isn't it disgusting to drink from someone else's bones? The thought that what you drink might be stained with someone else's bone powder is disgusting, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now that you put it that way, I find it incredibly disgusting too! I once read a novel where the hero was so morbidly in love with the heroine that after she died, he swallowed her ashes... Ugh, even if it was based on love, I'd have been disgusted enough to abandon the novel. This is even harder for me to accept! A loveless tomb robber and a dead emperor, and the tomb robber is so perverted he puts the emperor's skull next to his mouth... What's the difference between this and indirectly kissing someone's bones and eating their ashes?"
"That's right. The emperor's remains were dug out by tomb robbers over twenty years after his death. It must have rotted and become infested with maggots over the years, right? The thought of this skull being covered in rotten flesh and crawling with maggots, and the tomb robbers using it to drink alcohol, makes me sick..."
“…” The group of girls were chattering about whether it was disgusting or not, and they had no idea that the dead emperor they were discussing was standing beside them, staring at them with a dark face and murderous intent.
"presumptuous!"
He shouted angrily, and his black robe fluttered without wind, which showed that he was extremely angry!
If he had a physical body, he would have probably started beating people by now!
Zhu Wuhuan glanced at the group of girls who knew nothing, and then looked at Feng Changye silently, feeling both distressed and amused.
She decided to help him out.
"Hey, hey, hey, girls, I won't say anything about what you said later. After all, dead bones are a bit disgusting. But the girl who said she wanted to use the tyrant's skull as a urinal, you really went too far."
Zhu Wuhuan turned around and looked at the group of little girls.
She shook her head and said, "Feng Changye is an ancient man who lived thousands of years ago. He didn't provoke you in any way. You can just discuss wine bowls. Why talk about using them as urinals? He is also a son loved by his parents, a husband loved by his wife, and a father respected by his children. Do you think it's okay for you to disrespect a dead person who lived thousands of years ago like this?"
The group of little girls who were talking excitedly didn't expect that someone would stand up and criticize them.
They were stunned, then turned to look at Zhu Wuhuan at the same time.
Because everyone was wearing masks, they didn't know who Zhu Wuhuan was.
But Zhu Wuhuan had a good demeanor, and seemed like a highly educated person. He didn't overly condemn them all, but was only targeting one specific point. So they showed a little respect for him and didn't directly confront him.
They looked at Zhu Wuhuan embarrassedly, then turned to look at the girl who said she wanted to use the wine bowl as a urinal.
The girl was also a little embarrassed.
She whispered, "I didn't mean to disrespect the dead. I just spoke quickly and said it casually... I didn't mean to use the tyrant's skull as a urinal. I just thought it was unbelievable that tomb robbers would use dead bones to make drinking bowls, so I made a casual analogy..."
Zhu Wuhuan smiled and said, "Okay, Auntie believes you have no bad intentions, but little girl, please be careful with your words in the future and don't say such disrespectful words. You think there are no ghosts in this world, but what if someone's spirit is still there and is watching you? What if you have nightmares when you go home?"
When the girl heard this, she shuddered!
She is most afraid of ghosts!
And for some reason, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if a pair of eyes were really staring at her!
She looked at Zhu Wuhuan with increasing fear, then pulled her classmates and ran away!
After she ran away, her face pale, she said, "Don't you think that auntie is weird? Why is she mentioning that the soul of a person is watching us from the side? Is she a hidden master in novels who can see ghosts? Ahhh, I just felt a chill down my spine. Is it that the tyrant's spirit is watching us from the side?"
Those girls also felt it was a bit strange, and now when they heard what the girls said, they also shuddered!
They didn't dare stay here any longer.
They ran away!
Ahhhh they should never come to the museum again!
Many of the exhibits here are funerary objects dug out from tombs, which already give people a creepy feeling. Now when they look around with fear in their hearts, they feel that there might really be ghosts here!
It wasn't until they ran out and stood in the sunshine that they felt alive again.
They patted their chests, looked at each other, and felt that everyone was suspicious and embarrassed. After smiling at each other, they ran to drink milk tea together to calm their nerves.
Unfortunately, when they saw the news a few days later that the tyrant's skull had mysteriously disappeared from the museum, they once again fell into the fear that ghosts really existed in this world...
At this moment in the museum, Zhu Wuhuan and Feng Changye were still in front of the exhibition stand.
Zhu Wuhuan lowered his voice and said, "I've decided. I'll pick one night in two days and come here to steal your skull. You're right, you're my husband, and I can't just watch your skull stay here, being visited and slandered and cursed. Now that I've traveled back, I have to bury you before I return to Daning."
When Feng Changye heard Zhu Wuhuan's words, he looked at her sideways with some surprise.
He knew how law-abiding she was, and how much she loved her country, but now she was willing to do something illegal for him, which showed how important she placed him.
He was really touched.
"I'm happy, but no thanks, Huanhuan."
He gazed at Zhu Wuhuan tenderly, shook his head and said, "I'm glad you're so kind. I don't want you to take any risks. Didn't you say you have surveillance cameras here? You're a human, so no matter how careful you are, you might still leave traces on the surveillance. I'm different. I'm a spirit now, so no one can see me. I can do it myself."
He turned to look at the skull and said with a confident smile, "This is my skull. My soul should be able to attach to it. I'll try it out one of these nights to see if I can control the skull and leave this museum."
After saying that, he looked at Zhu Wuhuan again and said, "If I really can't do it, you can take action then, okay?"
When Zhu Wuhuan heard him say this, he thought about it and agreed.
They are husband and wife, so it doesn't matter who does it.
If he could do it more simply and conveniently, then there was no need for her to show off.
The two men decided to steal the skull, so they didn't stay in the museum any longer and left quickly.
When they arrived at the bustling street, Zhu Wuhuan suggested going shopping in the mall. She wanted to take Feng Changye to see what a super shopping mall in a modern metropolis was like.
After taking a few steps, Zhu Wuhuan saw an exhausted old man sitting on the edge of a flower bed by the roadside.
The old man was wearing black cloth pants with holes in them, holding a cold steamed bun in his hand, eating it with mineral water, one mouthful of steamed bun and one sip of water.
In this bustling metropolis, Zhu Wuhuan rarely saw such a miserable and pitiful person, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Then she saw what was placed next to the old man.
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