Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

Traveling north, passing through the prairie, crossing the national boundary and arriving at the outer region of a foreign country, the scenery of the prairie became even more desolate.    

    

Yang Bo then turned to Yuwen and asked: "Can you tell me now, what exactly did you take away from the tomb that day?"    

    

Yuwen looked at Yang Bo but did not say a word. After a long while, the car stopped.    

    

Yuwen got out of the car, and pulled his bag from the back of the car. He took out a box from his bag and threw it over to Yang Bo.    

    

Yang Bo received the box and was a little confused. He opened the box and saw a bell in front of him, Yang Bo picked up the bell and shook it lightly, the bell released a clear sound, and on the bell was carved Yi, the hammer of the bell was imitating the shape of a human's genitals. The image of the turtle head on top of the bell was extremely impressive, shocking Yang Bo!    

    

"This is the Bi Mo Fa Ling!" Who exactly are you? " Yang Bo looked at Yuwen and stared at him. He never thought that Yuwen would sneak into the tomb in order to steal the bell!    

    

Yuwen laughed softly as he sat in the driver's seat, not saying a word.    

    

At this time, Yang Bo recalled that Yuwen was indeed there, but it was the Fat Liu who had called him. Could it be that the Fat Liu was involved in this as well? This possibility was too small!    

    

"I've got some clues. I know more than you guys, so you can relax. I won't harm you!" Yuwen said.    

    

Yang Bo looked at the other party and paid particular attention to his appearance. He didn't seem to look like a member of a southwestern clan, but this was not a definite decision.    

    

Just as Yang Bo was about to ask the other party to stop the car, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine speeding up from behind him. He turned around and saw an army green SUV approaching from behind and quickly caught up with the two of them.    

    

"Yang Bo, we're here!"    

    

When the carriage was ready, Yang Bo saw Luo Yaohua driving the carriage, and immediately, Fat Liu stuck his head out of the window and shouted.    

    

Yang Bo was immediately overjoyed, he did not bother to ask Yuwen anymore, and immediately waved at the two of them.    

    

In the evening, the group arrived at Sewall, where they found a hotel and checked in.    

    

Since Yang Bo and Luo Yaohua were able to meet, they had already followed them. Yang Bo did not have much to say, so he could only ask Luo Yaohua: "Aren't you in Jinling?"    

    

Luo Yaohua laughed, "I rushed to the Dijing on a plane that very night, but I didn't expect that I was one step slower than you guys."    

    

Yang Bo turned around and looked at Fat Liu, who laughed, "How can we avoid this kind of thing? I was the one who informed him, I didn't expect him to be a bit slower. "    

    

"It's not slow anymore, okay?" You call me at eleven or twelve at night, and I was on a plane in the early hours of the morning, and I didn't sleep all night! " Luo Yaohua said.    

    

Yang Bo immediately apologized: "It's all my fault, I'll treat you guys to eat mutton and roast the entire lamb!"    

    

The food in Meng was not much different from that in Inner Mongolia. The four people gathered around the table and ate the lamb in large mouthfuls. Their mouths were dripping with oil.    

    

When everyone was done eating, Luo Yaohua looked at Yuwen and asked, "Which city are the main stations?"    

    

"We're not far from here." Yuwen said.    

    

"A while ago, I bought a copper mirror that was in Dijing. Since we were separated only a month or two ago, it is impossible for the Japanese to excavate the Royal Tomb that quickly. This requires a certain amount of time. I wonder if they managed to dig the main tomb! " The Fat Liu guessed.    

    

Yuwen shook his head. "Don't worry. They won't dig the main tomb."    

    

Yang Bo looked at Yuwen, not knowing why he had such confidence. Thinking of the magic bell, thinking of the Scepter in his hand and the Bone Meridian, he wondered, what did all of this have to do with Mongolian culture. Why did a Biimo of the Yi nationality become the Imperial Advisor of the Northern Yuan?    

    

Yang Bo couldn't figure it out, he looked at Yuwen and decided to ask, "How do you know they won't be able to dig the main tomb?"    

    

Yuwen looked at Yang Bo, "Because the ancient tomb can possibly have Tombs, and there is another type of tomb called the Icefrost Tomb!"    

    

"You mean to say, they didn't manage to dig up the Royal Tomb of the Yuanning Sect, but only found the memorial grave?" Yang Bo was a little shocked.    

    

Yuwen nodded before getting up and saying to the three of them, "Everyone rest early. We will be busy tomorrow."    

    

Yuwen returned to the hotel. The three of them looked at each other speechlessly as they faced the lamb bones that had been completely chewed off. They could only follow him back to the hotel.    

    

Yang Bo looked over at Luo Yaohua, "I keep having an evil feeling, did you bring that?"    

    

Luo Yaohua's eyes looked all around him, he did not notice what Yang Bo had said at all, "Ah?" He turned around.    

    

Yang Bo was helpless. He could only use his thumb and forefinger to make a shooting pose, and ask: "Did you bring it?"    

    

Luo Yaohua nodded, "Don't worry, I'll definitely guarantee your safety!"    

    

Then, he looked around absent-mindedly.    

    

Yang Bo looked around and for a long time, he did not see anything special about the street.    

    

Fat Liu slapped Yang Bo, "You're silly, he's looking at beauties!"    

    

Yang Bo looked around him. The Spring Festival had just passed, and the willow trees in the spring of March were beginning to sprout, but in the Northern Desert, the weather was not so good. It was still dry and cold.    

    

"Where are the beauties?" Yang Bo was suspicious.    

    

Luo Yaohua shook his head and sighed, "Ah, Yuhang is still the best in Jinling. The girls there are petite and delicate, the girls who have grown up in the plateau are tall and big, their skin still not good."    

    

Yang Bo was dumbstruck. He looked at the girls who were tightly wrapped up on the streets and asked in the dim light of the street lamps, "How did you see through it?"    

    

Luo Yaohua looked at Yang Bo with disdain, "The reason why you didn't see it is because you don't have a pair of beautiful eyes that you are good at seeing!"    

    

Yang Bo shook his head helplessly, while the Fat Liu snickered.    

    

"I'm going to the bar tonight for a drink. Which one of you will come with me?" Luo Yaohua said.    

    

"I'm getting old, but my body is no longer fine. I'm too tired today, so I won't be going." Fat Liu left while yawning.    

    

Yang Bo hurriedly took two steps forward, "I am tired too, I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm going back to rest! "    

    

Luo Yaohua grabbed Yang Bo and pulled him back: "Why are you so bored going back so early? "Let's go, I'll bring you around. Do you have a hundred times the spirit tomorrow?"    

    

Yang Bo shook his head, "Forget it, I'm going back now."    

    

Luo Yaohua held onto Yang Bo tightly, "Let's go, stop nagging!"    

    

Luo Yaohua extended his hand out to stop the taxi, and stuffed Yang Bo inside. Then he turned to the driver and said: "Go to your best pub!"    

    

The driver actually understood what he meant, and with an obvious smile on his face, he drove straight ahead.    

    

The outer Mongolia was vast and sparsely populated, covering an area of 1.5 million square kilometers. It was ranked 17 out of the world's land area, but its total population was less than 3 million people.    

    

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