The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 93 Photos
"Sorry for keeping the three of you waiting for so long." As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Wang clasped his fists and said with a smile. He used a Jianghu etiquette.

The three people in the living room stood up and clasped their fists in return, saying that they were polite.

"Everyone knows each other. If you don't know each other, let's introduce each other. This time, we have to rely on the cooperation of the three to save the child's life." Mr. Wang slowly walked to the top seat and stood in front of the chair. , waved at the three of them.

The middle-aged man with an honest face first cupped his fists and introduced himself: "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Boyang. Old Zhou can."

The little fat man slapped his head in a decent manner, his eyes were bright, and he said calmly: "Under the gate of Qingyun Mountain, the poor Daoist's name is Xuanming."

When he arrived at Lin Fan, he just said his name lightly, and then remained silent.

The three of them hugged each other, nodded, and they knew each other. However, the three of them didn't get along very well. Lao Zhou was the oldest and most guarded. He kept Lin Fan at a respectful distance. This young man let him Feeling the unspeakable pressure, for the little Taoist Xuan Ming, the two have different ways and do not seek each other.

And the little Taoist Xuan Ming didn't have a good impression of Lao Zhou, he didn't like this guy who stole graves from the bottom of his heart, but he was very interested in Lin Fan, but he was afraid of Lin Fan's strength, because he didn't know the other party's temper , so the two just nodded lightly.

As for Lin Fan, because of his injuries, he was even less willing to talk to others.

Seeing the lukewarm relationship between these three people, Mr. Wang frowned slightly. He also knew that finding the source of the curse was not an easy task, so he mobilized his contacts and found these three people who could barely become professionals. , but these three people don't seem to be in harmony, which is not a good sign.

Although Mr. Wang was a little dissatisfied and hoped that the three of them could be more intimate or harmonious, he finally gave up after thinking about it, because the old man knew in his heart that none of these three could be suppressed by him.

"This time, the three of you are invited to come here. First, we need to get to know each other, because the next thing needs the cooperation of the three of you. Second, I have found some new clues recently. I hope the three of you can give some advice."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang raised his hand and waved it at the man with gold-rimmed glasses beside him.

The man with gold spectacles took out three stacks of photos from a black briefcase, walked up to the three of them respectively, and distributed a stack to each of them.

After Lin Fan and the others took the photo, Mr. Wang said slowly: "Since the child woke up, I learned from him that before he fell into a coma, he went to a no-man's land in the Tarim Desert. At that time, a group of them stumbled upon an underground palace, and took a few things from the photo from it."

"Not long after he came back, the child fell into a coma, and those who traveled with him also showed the same symptoms, but those people were not as lucky as him, and they were rescued by Mr. Lin."

When he said this, Mr. Wang's tone was a bit heavy. Without exception, the group of people who went to the archeology with his son had all died, and the death conditions were horrific. He believed that if Lin Fan hadn't helped him, his son might have died. Also no longer alive.

The three of Lin Fan took the photos and opened them one by one. There were more than a dozen photos of dead people on them. From the photos, it can be seen that the characteristics of these people when they died were as follows: their bodies were swollen, There is a large amount of black liquid under the skin, which looks like a mollusk jellyfish. The bones and muscles in the skin have been completely melted, and the death is extremely terrifying, which makes people sick.

Rao, the three people present were all very strong psychologically, but after looking at the dozen or so photos above, they still felt their scalps tingling. This kind of death was too disgusting.

Flipping through the death photos of these people, Lin Fan continued to scroll down. The photos below showed some strangely shaped objects. These objects were all made of bronze, with some taotie patterns and cloud and thunder patterns simply carved on them. It can be vaguely distinguished that there are some human-shaped patterns kneeling on the ground with their hands raised up. In the center of these patterns is a bird-shaped totem.

Lin Fan did not study these things, but the last photo caught his attention, because this photo was taken of an object made of black jade, which looked like a coiled poisonous snake with its upper and lower jaws open , showing a few pointed fangs, and the tongue sticking out rustlingly, the carving is lifelike, as if it is a living thing.

Originally, he was still hesitating whether to honor his promise yesterday, but after seeing this photo, the hesitation in Lin Fan's heart immediately dissipated. Even if Mr. Wang didn't let him participate, he had to follow secretly this time.

"Looking at these bronze wares, they should be from the Yin and Shang period. The patterns and decorations on them belong to the characteristics of that period. However, judging from the shape of the wares, they are a little different, lacking the atmosphere of the Yin and Shang bronze wares." Lao Zhou said to the next few pictures. I am particularly interested in antique photos, and make judgments with a thoughtful face.

"No, it's not something from the Yin and Shang period, but it should be born out of the Yin and Shang bronzes. The carving patterns are similar, but the degree of refinement and complexity is quite inferior, and the overall style is a bit stingy."

Lao Zhou held those photos and talked to himself, regardless of what others answered. As the saying goes, there are specialties in art. For Lao Zhou, he is particularly proficient in antique knowledge, because his own industry is different from Antique collections are inextricably linked.

The little fat man's focus was not on the photo of the equipment in the back, but on the photo of the dead person in the front. He lined up the dozens of photos, looked at them carefully for a while, took a breath, and muttered to himself: "What a powerful curse. This method is really eye-opening. The ancient witchcraft really deserves its reputation."

Taking a sip of tea at the top, Mr. Wang asked in a calm voice, "Three, what do you see from these photos? Is it helpful to find the source of the curse this time?"

When the three of them heard Mr. Wang's question, they all slowly put down the photos in their hands and looked at each other. Lao Zhou stood up first and said, "Judging from the death conditions of these people, it is a kind of corpse similar to the legend in our industry." Poisons are similar, but there are also differences, anyway, I don't quite understand. As for the following ancient utensils, from the analysis of shape and decoration, they should all be used for sacrificial sacrifices. The age, please forgive me. I can’t tell the difference at the moment, but one thing I’m sure of is that it’s [-]% after Yin Shang.”

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, the little fat man also stood up. He bared his teeth, with a serious expression on his face, picked up a photo and pointed at the dead man inside, saying, "Judging from the state of this man after death, he looks very similar. A vicious curse in ancient witchcraft, this curse is a punishment imposed by wizards on outsiders who break into the altar."

"If my judgment is correct, then we have to be careful, because I have only seen some rough records of this curse from the patriarch's notes. As for how to crack it, I have no idea."

After the little fat man spoke, he sat down on his own, looked at the dead body in the photo, and sighed slightly.

(End of this chapter)