Chapter 57 Inner Hall
"arrive."

The vehicle stopped in front of a building blocked by railings. After Wang Xiaoming got off the vehicle, he saw Hou Cuijiao talking to the security guard at the door. After a while, the side door opened.

Hou Cuijiao led the way, and Wang Xiaoming followed behind. The group came to a small door on the east side of the building, which was locked with a large iron chain.

Click!

Hou Cuijiao took out a key from somewhere and unlocked the door.

Hanging the chain and door lock aside, Hou Cuijiao pushed open the side door and walked in first, followed by Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun.

"Because it is not open to the public, the door to the inner hall is always locked, and we all come in through the side door," explained Hou Cuijiao.

"The collections here are all very valuable. The museum is equipped with the most advanced anti-theft system and 24-hour surveillance. We had already filed a case when we came, so it won't cause any alarm."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming suddenly asked: "I need to touch these cultural relics when I visit. You should know that. Is there any problem?"

Before coming, when Wang Xiaoming contacted the management department of the Ming Tombs, he expressed his request to have contact with the cultural relics, and the other party agreed.

However, before it was inside the imperial mausoleum, but now it is some precious cultural relics excavated from the imperial mausoleum, which is incomparable.

"No problem, the leader has agreed." Hou Cuijiao nodded, "I will turn off the corresponding alarm at that time, and you can pick up the cultural relics and appreciate them."

"By the way," Hou Cuijiao took out a pair of thin gloves from her pocket, handed them to Wang Xiaoming and said, "Do you mind wearing them?"

Wang Xiaoming took the gloves and said, "Of course."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming taking the gloves, Hou Cuijiao felt a little relieved. By putting on the gloves, at least she didn't have to worry about sweat stains damaging the cultural relics. As for other things, she couldn't do anything about it.

After all, the leaders above had agreed, and she had no right to object. And from the leader's abnormal reaction, she also realized that Wang Xiaoming's status was not ordinary and he could not be offended.

Afterwards, the group came to an empty hall. In the center of the hall were dozens of half-meter-high pillar exhibition stands covered with glass. Inside were some magnificent-looking cultural relics.

Wang Xiaoming tapped his cheeks twice, turned on his spiritual vision, and scanned the entire hall, but still found no supernatural power.

But this aroused Wang Xiaoming's doubts.

Shouldn't...

In ancient times, emperors had a unique understanding of life and death. They believed that life after death was no different from life before death. Therefore, in their tombs after death, they would inevitably bury some precious items that matched their imperial status.

These items not only represent their identity and status, but also represent their expectation and preparation for life after death.

Since there are supernatural ghosts in this world, then ghosts must be the best burial objects.

After all, supernatural ghosts are extraordinary beings with incredible rules and abilities, and they must have been extremely precious in ancient times.

Moreover, after being placed in the mausoleum, the evil spirit can indirectly guard the emperor's mausoleum and kill those tomb robbers who dare to steal. It is simply the best burial object for the emperor.

But now he didn't see any supernatural power left. Could it be that there was no supernatural revival in the Ming Dynasty?

Or are the cultural relics here not complete?
Or has the supernatural ghost in the tomb been dealt with?

"Ms. Hou, I want to ask," Wang Xiaoming said, "Did anything strange happen when we were digging the imperial tomb?"

"I'm not sure. The excavation of the Ming Tombs began in 1960, which is too long ago. If Professor Wang wants to know, I will go back and check the archives." Hou Cuijiao replied.

"That's not necessary," Wang Xiaoming asked again, "Are all the precious cultural relics in the mausoleum here?"

"This is just a part of it. There are three more halls like this one."

"Besides these?"

"Some extremely valuable ones were sent to the Renguo Museum, where the protection measures are better."

“Inguk Museum.”

Wang Xiaoming murmured, he knew where to go next, where the most precious historical treasures in the country were gathered.

He looked at Hou Cuijiao and said, "The Renguo Museum should also be under the jurisdiction of your department, right?

I want to make an appointment to go to the Renguo Museum tomorrow." Hou Cuijiao said in embarrassment: "I need to report to my leader."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "No problem, but this matter is not urgent, it can be done tomorrow. Please help me turn off these alarms first, and I will go through these cultural relics first."

Watching Hou Cuijiao step forward to turn off the alarm, Wang Xiaoming thought about the museum he was going to visit tomorrow.
In fact, when he first digested the potion, he had two choices: go to the museum or the ancient tomb.

I originally wanted to go to the ancient tomb and play the role of an archaeologist so that the potion would be digested faster. But now I find that it is not necessary. I just need to learn about history and archaeological relics.

But this is not a big deal. It will not delay his digestion of the potion. On the contrary, it allows him to confirm some methods of digesting the potion, and he does not have to worry about the role-playing problems in the subsequent sequence.

"Okay, Professor Wang." Hou Cuijiao's voice interrupted Wang Xiaoming's thoughts.

Wang Xiaoming put on gloves, opened the glass cover on the exhibition stand, and took out the cultural relics inside.

They began to arrange the archaeological ceremony as if no one was around. Hou Cuijiao watched curiously but did not ask any questions because she had been reminded by her leader long ago that these people had some strange abilities.

Time passed slowly. Wang Xiaoming kept putting down and taking away cultural relics, replacing one after he finished using one, without stopping at all.

Although he has been performing ritual magic, because this ritual is used by archaeologists for archaeological purposes, the spiritual energy consumption is not great.

In addition, Wang Xiaoming continued to digest the magic potion and restore his spirituality in this process. Now he just felt a little tired mentally, and his spirituality was not consumed much.

Finally, after all the cultural relics in the exhibition hall were examined, Wang Xiaoming sensed the magic potion in his body and found that almost one tenth of it had been digested.

"Let's go to the next exhibition hall."

Time passes, the sun sets,

Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun bid farewell to Hou Cuijiao and left the Ming Tombs.

"Professor, we have reached the last exhibition hall, why don't you go through the artifacts in the last exhibition hall?"

In the special car of the headquarters, Li Jun asked puzzledly.

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his brows and said, "I have seen all the cultural relics here. They can no longer bring me any benefits. It would be a waste of time to go through them again."

After listening to this, Li Jun nodded and said nothing more, because he knew that this involved Wang Xiaoming's secret and it was inconvenient to ask more questions.

After returning to the headquarters, Wang Xiaoming had just gotten off the car when he received a call from Zhao Jianguo. After asking about the situation in the afternoon, the other party told Wang Xiaoming that the matter of Renguo Museum had been settled tomorrow.

The museum will be closed for one day tomorrow to specifically receive Wang Xiaoming. After that, the two chatted for a few minutes and then hung up the phone.

After dinner, I returned to my residence and found several packages at the door. After asking the guard at the door, I learned that they were delivered by the logistics department.

When he opened it, it was indeed the list of books that Wang Xiaoming had sent over in the morning. There were several piles of books piled together. Fortunately, Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun were not ordinary people, so each of them carried a pile of books back to their residence.

After taking a shower, Wang Xiaoming sorted out the books and found several books about the Ming Dynasty, so he started reading them.

The reason why he did not continue to excavate the remaining Ming Dynasty cultural relics today was because his knowledge of Ming Dynasty history had been exhausted, and excavating these Ming Dynasty cultural relics could no longer bring him feedback on the magic potion.

Today, we excavated three exhibition halls in the Ming Tombs. The first exhibition hall provided one-tenth of the potion feedback, the second exhibition hall reduced the feedback by three levels, and the third exhibition hall reduced it by another three levels.

Wang Xiaoming guessed that the effect of the fourth exhibition hall would be reduced by another 30%, and would have no effect at all.

So when he arrived at the fourth exhibition hall, he simply used his spiritual vision to take a look from a distance, and when he found nothing special, he did not continue using the archaeological ritual.

In the end, the Ming Dynasty antiquities in the three exhibition halls helped him digest two-tenths (one-fifth) of the potion. Combined with the previous digestion of the potion, he has now digested a total of two-fifths of the potion.

Before going to bed, Wang Xiaoming remembered what happened in the Ming Tombs during the day, so he searched for some things about the Ming Tombs through the headquarters intranet, but found nothing. No supernatural events occurred during the excavation of the Ming Tombs.

After seeing this information, Wang Xiaoming thought that his guess was wrong. The emperors of the Ming Dynasty did not have the habit of burying supernatural ghosts as burial objects.

Afterwards, I checked the Renguo Museum and found records that there had been an incident here before, which was handled by a ghost rider who possessed the ghost domain at the headquarters. Later, the ghost rider used the ghost domain to check all the exhibits and took away all the problematic exhibits.

It makes sense. After the appearance of supernatural ghosts, these museums must be the focus of inspection by the headquarters, and there will basically be no mistakes or omissions.

"But that's not necessarily the case. The golden jade burial suit that Zhou Deng wore in the late stage of spiritual resurrection was obtained from a museum."

(End of this chapter)