Sign in to Guanshan Taibao at the beginning of tomb raiding

Chapter 70 Gold
Twitter, twitter, twitter, Feng Siming only felt that at this moment, his brain was about to be shattered, wait!This feeling, this feeling, is too familiar, as if I have encountered it before!

Feng Siming finally woke up from a deep sleep, and subconsciously opened his eyes. The picture he saw was blurred, and his ears lost all the sounds he heard before.

I can only vaguely see that there are several people-shaped things in front of me, because everything I see is distorted and out of shape, I can only see these human figures are surrounding me, because all the pictures I see are too blurry. Fuzzy, Feng Siming did not recognize who these people were.

"Chen Yulou? Partridge whistle? System?"

He wanted to speak, but suddenly found that he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, like a dream, sometimes people are in a half-dream and half-awake state, you seem to have a general feeling that you can control yourself in the dream, but in the end you will It turns out that you can't control it at all, and even calling the grandpa of the system didn't get a response.

Feng Siming couldn't figure out what was going on with him now, poisoned?Or died suddenly?What about the undead blood?Everything that happened was too unbelievable, just as Feng Siming was trying to find the answer with his messed up mind,
Suddenly at this moment, I could only see myself in front of my eyes, and the crowd who couldn't tell the difference between men and women separated, and several strange-looking people came in front of me, and someone squatted down, and then a beam of white light completely enveloped me.

Consciousness fell into darkness again, I don't know how long it took, anyway, Feng Siming felt that a long century had passed, this feeling was really bad.

Swipe, exhale, Feng Siming took a long breath, as if someone who was about to suffocate could suddenly breathe air freely, and then he seemed to be able to feel the existence of his own body.

Feng Siming opened his eyes abruptly, the picture in front of him was blurry, but unlike before, the blurry picture began to gradually become clear.

The first thing that catches the eye is a piece of white, and then what the nose smells is a smell that is both strange and familiar, huh?This smell is the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Feng Siming lay on the bed and turned around.

This... what's the situation?Feng Siming hurriedly supported his body on his hands and sat up. What he saw in front of him was a small single room. There was a bed in this room, and there was a cabinet with some bottles and cans on it. Medicine bottle, why does this look familiar, hospital?Fuck!

I'm in the hospital now?Feng Siming recalled it thoroughly, and he was immediately stunned. Wait... Always turn your head, the Pingshan ancient tomb, and the partridge whistle, Feng Siming pinched his thigh fiercely. It hurts, it's not a dream. Could it be that I was dreaming before?
Feng Siming hadn't had time to digest the fact that he was still in the Republic of China before going to bed, and arrived at the modern hospital when he woke up. At this moment, there was only a click, and someone twisted the doorknob.

Seeing a nurse walking in, Feng Siming hurriedly looked up at the other party. The nurse was overjoyed when she saw Feng Siming woke up. The patient passed out in a tourist area three days ago and was beaten 120 by kind people. I was sent to the hospital, but the result of the subsequent examination was that there was nothing wrong with my body.

If Feng Siming didn't look like he was pretending to be unconscious, the hospital would have thrown him out a long time ago. Fortunately, he finally woke up now. After all, the medical bills have not been paid yet. This was discussed earlier. Do you want to change this guy to a multi-bed room today?

"Oh, you finally woke up, is there any discomfort in your body?"

Feng Siming looked at the nurse sister in front of him, and felt a little hard to accept it. After all, it had been a dream for so long. Even so, Feng Siming asked the nurse how he was sent to the hospital.

Feng Siming still remembered that he rented a house by himself before, even if someone found him unconscious, the landlord should have sent me here.

But after hearing what the nurse sister said about the passerby who was unconscious in the scenic spot and saved him, Feng Siming was completely stunned again, why this plot is getting more and more wrong.

"Hi, may I ask, what year is it now?"

After hearing this question, the nurse looked at Feng Siming in surprise. Could it be that the patient lost his memory?

"It's 2003 now."

Feng Siming was dumbfounded, 2003, what's going on?Feng Siming hurriedly closed his eyes, frowned and pondered. Seeing Feng Siming's big reaction, the nurse immediately thought that Feng Siming had something wrong with his head, so he hurried out to find the doctor in charge.

Sensing that the nurse had left the room, Feng Siming opened his eyes abruptly, quickly got out of bed and came to the cabinet. There was a mirror on the counter. When Feng Siming saw himself in the mirror, he froze. up.

Because the self in the mirror is not comparable to the self before time travel, the self in the mirror has sharp edges and corners, and at first glance it looks like the kind of person who pretends to be handsome.

The most important thing is the self inside, isn't he the one who followed Chen Yulou in his dream to steal the Pingshan ancient tomb?

A gleam flashed in Feng Siming's eyes, and he immediately called out in his head

"Are you in the system?"

At the end of the words, a vicissitudes of voice echoed in Feng Siming's mind, and then a blue virtual screen was also suspended in front of his eyes.

"Welcome to the world of tomb robbers, trigger the main task: go to Qixing Lu Palace to sign in, reward 20 years of life,
Choose one of three side missions:
One, find Wu Xie in a week, and reward a citizen ID card.

100. Find Aning in a week and reward [-] million
Three, find the little brother in a week, and reward an adult corpse-controlling worm"

Looking at the familiar panel in front of him, Feng Siming has completely recovered himself, but running back to 2003 from the Republic of China all of a sudden, this is so ridiculous, well, Feng Siming accepts his fate.

[Host]: Feng Siming.

【Life span】: 16 years.

[Identity]: Guanshan Taibao (complete inheritance)
[Bloodline]: Immortal bloodline.

[Items]: Mountain-watching witch robe, Tianxing Fengshui compass, Lingling flute.

[Secret Techniques]: Viewing the Mountain Finger Puzzle, Viewing the Mountain to Find Dragon Hands, Viewing the Mountain to Control Insects.

[Shocked Sign]: Seven Star Lu Palace

Suddenly thought of something, Feng Siming hurriedly opened the system backpack, the panel in front of him changed, and the system backpack appeared in a grid pattern, when Feng Siming was still in Changsheng Mountain, suddenly the grandfather sent a backpack directly , At that time, I thought it was the system showing kindness,

Looking at it now, it turned out that it was premeditated. Fortunately, since he got the backpack provided by the system, Feng Siming stuffed everything into it.

It's a pity that this backpack grid can only bear up to [-] kilograms of items. When I owned this backpack, there were only two grids. I didn't expect it to become four grids now. Perhaps this is the reward for the second crossing of the system.

The first grid contains a cloth bag, which contains the mountain gown compass and the copper box with the corpse-controlling insect mother, and the other grid contains a lot of treasures that were distributed when Changsheng Mountain was divided.

Now that I think about it, it seems like I have become a black household?Do I need an ID card for hospitalization these days?I really don't know about this Siming, because it's a tomb robber's note.

Feng Siming was most afraid of trouble, especially now that he was in the city, he didn't want to go to the bureau to drink tea, so he put a jade pendant on the table and used it as the hospital bill.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the window of the room, and found that the room was on the second floor, and there was no one at the moment. Feng Siming didn't have time to change his clothes, so he jumped out of the window wearing a white and blue patterned hospital gown. .

For the side missions, Feng Siming chose to find the most reliable and useful ones, and the latter two were not worth looking at and could not be completed at all.

Three days later, on the bus, Feng Siming wore a yellow jacket and lowered his peaked cap, and sat by the window with his arms folded. At this time, there was still a day's journey to Hangzhou. Don't ask how to buy the ticket. It's hard to check the year and month now. It's strict, of course it's not that buying a house and some important activities are basically fine, so Feng Siming found out that as long as the money is in place, he can do anything, such as fake ID cards...

Arrived in Hangzhou at noon the next day, got off the car, Feng Siming went to the shop first and got a basket of steamed stuffed buns and hot spicy soup, not to mention, these days Feng Siming eats anything but eat, after all, he can only eat modern food Feel at home.

Sometimes, Feng Siming wondered to himself what Mr. Chen and Partridge Whistle were doing at the moment, and whether their fates had changed a little. He asked the old man of the system, but he never told Feng Siming any bullshit. end.

Eat and drink enough, and start working. After all, there is only one and a half days left for a week's mission. Although the ones found on the street are also fake ID cards, Feng Siming still believes that the old man of the system must be more skilled than others. Really true.

There must be no shortage of cars at the station, so I came to the side of the road and waved to stop a taxi.

"Master, go to Hefang Street, just go to the ground."

After finishing speaking, Feng Siming, who had just sold the Pingshan Mingqi and was worth hundreds of thousands of dogs, directly threw a few red notes to the driver.

Good guy, this level of extravagance makes the driver's blood boil, and he almost hit the bottom when he stepped on the accelerator all the way.

Today’s Hefang Street is not bustling with people coming and going. This is normal. After all, the shops on this side, except for a few snacks, are basically selling calligraphy and painting antiques. The part-time job is to take pictures and print them. There is no way that antiques are hard to come by. Starving to death without a side job.

In Wushanju, Feng Siming looked up and saw that the shop sign hanging on it was indeed correct. After tidying up his clothes carefully, Feng Siming pressed down on the brim of his hat before entering the shop.

In the store, on the counter next to the printer, a young man was concentrating on flipping through the tattered and yellowed book in his hand.

Needless to say, who else could he be if he wasn't innocent? In terms of age alone, Feng Siming is 28 years old, but with the improvement of his immortal blood and his current face, he is much younger than Wu Xie at the moment.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Feng Siming stretched out his fingers and tapped on the counter.

"Boss, do you accept gold here?"

Wu Xie, who was immersed in his grandfather's tomb robbery notes, was just seeing the excitement when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He raised his head, only to see the young man in front of the counter with the brim of his hat pressed down very low, especially in this attire , the more it looks, the more it looks like the kind of professional bagger.

He thought in his heart, could it be that he touched the gold and dared not sell the stolen goods, so he found himself here?It just so happened that I haven't opened for so long, and now I have money and don't make a bastard, so I closed my notes, stretched out a finger and said:
"Brother, you have come to the right place. I accept everything here, regardless of the source. It's just the price. It may be a little lower."

Feng Siming grinned, took something out of his pocket, and put it on the counter. When Wu Xie saw such a small thing, he immediately lost interest. He thought it was a bag of gold necklace or ring or something.

But how heavy is this thin golden ring?Isn't this a waste of my time?Thinking about asking Wang Meng to come over to take over, but when he looked away, he could only see some patterns carved on the golden ring.

(End of this chapter)