There were a lot of tomb passages, and the grave was covered with gold paper. A few sticks of fragrance as thick as a little finger were almost burned to the roots, and white smoke drifted away with the wind.

When Wu Bei saw the Rose Garden, it was already past five o'clock in the morning. Wang Shun, Xu Gaopeng, Zhang Xiaohua and Jiang Hao squatted beside him and kept their heads wrapped around the cigarette mouth.

"There are all funeral objects?"

Wu Bei looked at the entrance of the tomb, which looked like a cave, and could not see anything clearly inside.

"Well, it's true, it's all completely broken up by people. Even the security guards we hired to run away without a trace. It's so fucked! It's hard to guard against a thief!"

Wang Shun responded angrily.

"Can you work overtime and get a few funeral items?"

Wu Bei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaohua who was ashamed.

The things in the tomb pit were all his hard work. He looked through ancient books day and night, designing shapes, and then making them old. All these brothers saw it.

"call.."

Zhang Xiaohua spitted a mouthful of white smoke and shook her head with a bitter smile: "I have a bad mentality and average attainments. Even with the same material, it is difficult to make such a good imitation. The most important thing is that I have no strength to do."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, his palms covered with small holes. I don’t know if they were injured during the making or were destroyed by chemicals.

"What a fuck? Can it be the one who is Qi Jinlong, who is raising us? Dogbi has been hiding in the dark and keeping an eye on us. Maybe he knows our intentions. If this is exposed, let alone making money, it would be strange if the people in Peng City don't think of us as rats crossing the street!"

Xu Gaopeng spoke loudly.

"Don't tell anyone about it for now. Take the time to clean up. This morning, people from Peng Municipal Tourism Bureau and Cultural Relics Bureau are coming to visit the site. I will find a way to do the rest."

Although Wu Bei was so frustrated, he had to keep his brothers steady. If the fire caught first in his backyard, the next big drama would be defeated without having to be performed.

"Um."

"A bastard who gets killed thousands of times!"

The brothers responded with cursing words, stood up and started to clean up the mess.

"Who did you order the fragrance?"

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly squatted beside the tomb, next to the three incense sticks that were almost extinguished with her fingers, and pulled out one of them, revealing a piece of bamboo stick that was the length of her thumb.

"Didn't you ordered?"

"It seems we'll have it when we came."

In addition, my brothers came over and talked about memories.

"I know this is a fake tomb, so how could I light incense and worship? This should be made by tomb robbers. It proves that they don't know that the tomb is fake, which also means that they are very professional. This is called worshiping incense, which is very particular. It probably means that it is similar to the living person going to the master's house to knock on the door."

Zhang Xiaohua shook her head and explained softly: "This fragrance is called bamboo stick fragrance, which is different from the thread incense and agarwood that we usually use to visit the graves and worship gods."

"Don't they all look the same?"

Jiang Hao asked in confusion.

"It's completely different. The bamboo stick incense is mainly used in the south. The ancients said: The south is shallow and thin, and people are easy to wander, so the south incense brings feet; the north is deep and thick, and the human nature is honest and likes to keep roots. It is commonly referred to as inheriting the family line and keeping incense, so incense is not used incense in the northern region. The smoke of the bamboo stick incense is greater than that of ordinary thread incense, especially when looking at it clearly late at night, it gradually became the most popular incense for worshiping the graves by the group of robbers to dig tombs."

Zhang Xiaohua pinched the bamboo stick at the root of the vetiver and explained.

"It means we have encountered a professional grave digging gang?"

Wu Bei frowned and asked.

"It should be that if it is professional, it is not difficult for us to get the lost things we have. They steal things to exchange for money. The number of imitations I made is not large, so they can only choose to sell the stolen goods nearby, and the most suitable buyer is nothing more than..."

Zhang Xiaohua grabbed a handful of loess from the tomb, observed it carefully for a moment and said, "There are many people, at least four or five, even though they are all wearing shoe covers."

Wu Bei looked at him and found several pairs of messy footprints, but they didn't have the deep and shallow marks like the soles of the shoe.

"So, I'll contact these cultural and entertainment shop owners in Peng City and Jincheng, if there are any suspicious guys."

The lost fakes are not valuable, but those things must not be circulated, because except for Peng City, there are several "authoritative professors" in Jincheng who are tacitly aware of it, others are completely unaware of it.

Especially if you can see and touch the antique experts who are truly knowledgeable, this huge lie written and directed by Wu Bei will definitely be exposed, and the consequences will be unimaginable. You must catch the group of thieves who dig into the market before the fakes flow into the market.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened he became. The sweat beads on Wu Bei's forehead were rushing. At such a low temperature, the white air appeared faintly on his head, and it seemed as if he was practicing some internal skills.

"I'll try my best to work hard to make something."

Zhang Xiaohua took two deep breaths to agree.

"Dingling..."

At this moment, Wu Bei's cell phone rang without warning.

The quiet grave was covered with cold wind, which really scared my brothers and others.

Seeing that the number was actually a familiar antique shop owner, Wu Bei's instinctive feeling must be related to his affairs here. He hurriedly pressed the answer button: "So early, Mr. Hong?"

"If you have time to come to me during the day, it's urgent."
Chapter completed!