Bronze Turtle

The tomb of Emperor Luo Li is not the largest among the tombs of the monarchs of the Luofu Dynasty, covering an area of only about 100 meters in diameter.

However, this is still an extremely large area, which cannot be easily shaken by human effort alone.

It wasn't until Feng Ziqiang, on the advice of Jin Shixue, recklessly carried out destructive excavations that the area began to collapse rapidly.

Besides excavators and bulldozers, some people also use explosives for demolition.

The dull thud meant someone had used explosives.

Perhaps it was the strong shock from the explosives, or the destructive effects, but Zhang Xuezhou saw golden light rising from the west side of Emperor Luo Li's tomb.

This was completely different from the time he had previously received the golden light of fortune at the Eastern Mountain Imperial Mausoleum, and it was not the small amount of golden light of fortune that he had stolen with the help of the Tongtian Jade Ruler, but rather a large-scale transfer of the golden light of fortune.

The distance of over a hundred meters was not long, and Zhang Xuezhou only used his cloud-riding technique to rush forward.

Just a few seconds later, he could see the area where the golden light of fortune was emerging, and he could also see these golden lights moving slowly.

"Dig this way!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Feng Ziqiang, who was catching up from behind panting, jumped up and shouted back.

"Listen to Committee Member Zhang, hurry up, dig as hard as you can!"

Zhang Xuezhou's shouts were of little use, as not many people on the construction site knew him, but Feng Ziqiang's shouts were very effective.

The excavator forcibly shoveled soil directly, following the direction it was pointing.

The layer of loose soil from the explosion was cleared away, allowing Zhang Xuezhou to keep a closer eye on the situation.

"It's an antique bronze tortoise!"

As the topsoil was cleared away, a bronze tortoise buried underground came into view.

Feng Ziqiang murmured something.

The bronze tortoise under the excavator has a very bright color, almost like gold, but the oxidized verdigris on its shell clearly confirms its composition.

While artifacts containing turtles are not common among burial goods, items made from turtle shells are frequently found.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou leap down and stand in the deep pit where the excavator had removed the topsoil, staring at the bronze tortoise without reaching out to take it, Feng Ziqiang almost wanted to take the bronze tortoise out himself.

But whenever he thought of Jin Shixue's symptoms, he forcibly suppressed his thoughts.

"Committee Member Zhang, do we need someone to retrieve this antique?" Feng Ziqiang asked, pursing his lips.

"Don't rush, don't rush!"

Zhang Xuezhou murmured softly.

Feng Ziqiang and the others could not see the golden light of fortune, but Zhang Xuezhou could see the golden light that stretched across the limbs of the bronze tortoise like silk threads, and a bronze bowl held in its mouth.

Countless golden rays of fortune flowed upwards through the four legs of the bronze tortoise, then emerged from its mouth and gathered in the bronze bowl.

The bronze tortoise is not large, less than 20 centimeters long, and the bronze bowl is about the size of a normal small rice bowl.

Zhang Xuezhou found it hard to imagine that the fortune of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was bound by this bronze tortoise, which could roam freely within the mausoleum.

"Impossible! It can't be a plant! I could accept it even if it weren't a ginseng spirit!"

Having witnessed the purple sword orchid and the vine-like form of Zuo Luo, after ruling out the array conditions, Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts undoubtedly leaned towards determining what kind of enormous plant roots might exist beneath the imperial tomb, thus connecting it with Huang Daoxian.

But Zhang Xuezhou never expected that the thing carrying the Qi was a bronze tortoise.

He amplified his senses, and apart from feeling the aura more clearly, Zhang Xuezhou did not detect any signs of life on the bronze tortoise.

It was indeed a bronze tortoise made of metal, and for some unknown reason, it had drawn upon the fortunes of the Luofu Dynasty.

After examining it dozens of times, Zhang Xuezhou finally reached out his right hand and grasped it.

"Committee Member Zhang, be careful, be careful, be careful!"

Then Feng Ziqiang repeatedly offered his advice.

He felt that there were some minor risks involved in Zhang Xuezhou's rash handling of the underground artifacts, but seeing the plastic glove on Zhang Xuezhou's right hand, he felt that the risk was extremely low.

"After all, it's just a tortoise-shaped burial object covered in verdigris..."

As he was thinking about it, he saw Zhang Xuezhou's outstretched hand retract as if it had been electrocuted.

When Zhang Xuezhou started tearing at the gloves repeatedly, Feng Ziqiang saw the plastic melting and his eyelids twitched several times.

"This thing still has residual heat! You bunch of bastards, did you blow up a turtle with explosives?!"

Feng Ziqiang cursed a few times, but he didn't dare to reach out and take it. Instead, he told the workers in charge of the excavator to continue shoveling soil and dig the bronze turtle out of the ground.

"Committee Member Zhang, these damned people are so eager to dig. I'm afraid they'll blow up the bronze turtle with explosives, leaving behind a very high temperature," Feng Ziqiang said.

"It looks somewhat warm!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the bronze tortoise, but didn't dare to reach out and grab it again.

There was no high temperature on the bronze tortoise, and he could not feel any heat. However, as he reached out and grasped it, Zhang Xuezhou felt an incredible collision and change between the fortune carried by the bronze tortoise and the fortune in his body. The slightest touch generated high temperature.

If he hadn't retracted his right hand so quickly, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his right hand might have been ruined by the high temperature.

Go touch it!

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the bronze tortoise that was easily dug up by the excavator and gestured for Feng Ziqiang to touch it to check its condition.

"Let me touch it?"

Feng Ziqiang pursed his lips, swallowing his saliva with a gurgling sound.

He sniffed the smell of Zhang Xuezhou's melted plastic glove. Although Zhang Xuezhou had personally invited him, Feng Ziqiang clearly wouldn't do something so dangerous.

But Feng Ziqiang solved the problem very quickly.

"Wang Ziming, take this bronze tortoise out of the excavator bucket, and be careful when you handle it!"

Feng Ziqiang didn't want to work, but he didn't want to go against Zhang Xuezhou's wishes, so he quickly called over a young man holding a shovel who was not far away.

This young man was about the same age as Min Ziyan, who had accompanied Zhang Xuezhou and others into the imperial tomb. He also had a rather retro-style long hairstyle. He stepped forward immediately after being called upon by Feng Ziqiang.

He dropped the shovel in his hand, jumped heavily downwards, and stumbled before finally landing firmly in the deep pit dug by the excavator.

The Human Dynasty Feng Ziqiang, and then respectfully extended his hand to the bronze tortoise.

Zhang Xuezhou kept a close eye on the bronze tortoise.

Wang Zimo touched the bronze tortoise with both hands, and as he expected, his hands were neither burned nor melted by the bronze tortoise.

On the contrary, the opponent's hand was very steady.

"This bronze tortoise weighs at least fifty pounds!"

Wang Zimo held the bronze tortoise in both hands, his hands visibly bulging with muscles.

Lifting a fifty-pound object is easy, but smaller objects are harder to move, especially since his respectful manner is difficult to maintain for long, let alone leaping out of the deep pit while holding the bronze tortoise. This prompted him to speak up.

"It only weighs fifty pounds, thank goodness!"

Feng Ziqiang glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, then looked at Wang Zimo's hands, which remained unchanged.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then gestured for Wang Zimo to get into the excavator bucket, using the excavator to lift the pit out of the ground.

"Committee Member Zhang, how is it?" Feng Ziqiang asked quickly.

"It's good that young people are energetic!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied, glancing at Wang Zimo who was holding the bronze tortoise.

Everything requires taking a gamble. Feng Ziqiang did not take the plunge, but the young man named Wang Zimo inherited the golden fortune dissipated by the bronze tortoise.

Seeing the golden aura surrounding the other person, which seemed to coil around him like a python, Zhang Xuezhou felt that this young man named Wang Ziming must have had a smooth and successful period of time.

"Those without luck will be tainted by luck, while those with luck will suffer a backlash. This bronze tortoise can identify those at risk... It must have a controller; this must be the object through which Huang Daoxian controls luck?"

When Zhang Xuezhou went to Pan'an, he burned down an area with strange plants, and he has always suspected that he raided Huang Daoxian's lair.

At that moment, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have encountered the treasure controlled by Huang Daoxian, and once again engaged in a battle with him from a distance.