Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Country Y, the largest museum, displays top cultural relics from all over the world, and a large number of tourists visit it every day.

Almost all the cultural relics here were looted from other countries by the bandit ancestors of Country Y.

However, their descendants refused to return them and shamelessly called it helping other countries manage cultural relics.

This robber museum has more than a hundred exhibition halls, numbered with numbers, representing the cultural relics exhibition areas of different countries.

It was closing time, and there were only cleaning and security staff on duty inside.

In Exhibition Hall 33, as soon as you enter the door, you can see a dragon-patterned glazed wall screen that has been cut into pieces.

There are four lifelike dragons on the blue wall, two green dragons and two golden dragons.

Auspicious clouds surround the dragon's body, as well as lotus and peony flowers that symbolize good luck.

Even those who don’t appreciate art can see its value at a glance.

But such a top treasure was dismembered by the evil robbers.

The lifelike dragon's body was covered with traces of violent cutting.

This is Ajiu’s true form.

Behind her were her compatriots who were kidnapped by the bandits along with her.

Among them, the oldest stone tool is more than 7,000 years old.

The smallest thin-bodied jade pot with twined branch patterns is only a dozen or so in size.

All the cultural relics have become intelligent, but their souls cannot leave their bodies, and the sounds they make cannot be heard by humans, so they can only communicate with each other.

At this time, all the cultural relics were sad about Ajiu's departure.

The youngest, Xiao Yuhu, held back her sadness and comforted everyone:

"Sister Jiu was in so much pain, but she persisted for so many years. It was not easy. Grandparents, uncles, brothers and sisters, please don't be sad. Maybe Sister Jiu has returned home and seen her family now."

The woman in the painting of a peach blossom face has a peach blossom face but a mournful voice.

"Let's hope so. I hope Ah Jiu can return to his homeland soon and take a good look at our hometown for us."

The stone sculpture of Maitreya Buddha let out a long sigh. His mouth was clearly wide open and he was smiling very happily, but it made people feel that he was crying.

"Xiao Yuhu, please stop comforting us. You are the last one to come here. If we let you go now, can you find your way home?"

Small Jade Pot: "..."

She can't find it.

This place is so far away from their home that she can't even remember the way home.

The pure white, exquisitely crafted ivory fan vibrated slightly.

"Look, even you, who came the latest, can't find the way home. Jiu and I have been away from home for more than a hundred years. How can we go back?"

Xiao Yuhu looked at Ajiu's shattered body. Because his soul had disappeared, he could no longer feel that familiar breath.

Xiao Yuhu was overwhelmed with grief and could no longer hold back her tears.

"Wuwu, Sister Jiu... I want to go home. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go home..."

The little girl's tender voice echoed among the cultural relics, making them feel sad.

Who doesn’t want to go home?

For more than a hundred years, they have dreamed of that land that they have always longed for.

Imprisoned here day after day, they are extremely happy whenever they see their compatriots with black hair, yellow skin and speaking their native dialect.

They told their compatriots about their humiliation, expressed their longing for their hometown, and hoped that people from their hometown would come and take them home.

Every compatriot who came here left with red eyes after seeing them, but still no one could hear their voices.

They waited and waited, but were disappointed so much that they no longer dared to hold out too much hope.

But they are still very happy every time their compatriots come here to visit.

Because this is one of the few opportunities for them to understand the changes in their hometown.

From the way their compatriots dress, speak and behave, they can feel that their country is becoming increasingly powerful.

So, can they just fantasize a little bit...that one day in the future, their country will be strong enough to take them home with dignity?

But, could it be a little faster?

They can hardly hold on any longer!

The wailing of the small jade pot caused the cultural relics to fall into grief and contemplation.

No one noticed what kind of shocking changes were happening to the dragon-patterned wall that had lost its vitality.

A mysterious red light swept across the wall, and the old "scar" across the dragon's body gradually disappeared and closed, returning to its original appearance.

Auspicious clouds are floating, peonies and lotus flowers are slowly rotating, and four giant dragons are shuttling among them, with their heads raised and roaring towards the sky.

This is the original appearance of the dragon-patterned glazed wall.

It's alive.

As soon as Qi An arrived here, he heard crying and sighing sounds.

After listening carefully, I realized it was a memorial service for Ah Jiu.

No need!

Xiao Yuhu was still crying, mumbling incoherently: "Wow, when can I go home..."

The elders were just about to coax the child when they heard a familiar voice.

"Stop howling, I'll be back in a few days."

Small Jade Pot: "..."

Cultural relics: "..."

amount……

The voice is quite familiar, but the words that came out of it are very strange and crazy!

No, that sounded like Ah Jiu's voice, but Ah Jiu had already...

Xiao Yuhu was so shocked that she almost jumped up: "Sister Jiu, is it really you? You are not dead, that's great. Woohoo, I thought I would never see you again."

The cultural relics were overjoyed: "It's really Ajiu. Ajiu is not dead. That's great."

Peach Blossom Beauty was the most attentive. She immediately noticed the key point and said in surprise, "Ah Jiu, your body... has recovered?"

When all the cultural relics were examined together, they found that the dragon-patterned wall, which had been torn into pieces, had actually returned to its original intact state.

After being surprised, everyone turned into ecstasy. It had been more than a hundred years, and they had almost forgotten what Ah Jiu looked like.

While everyone was too happy to recover, Qi An quickly looked around the place.

Seeing this, even Qi Lao Da, the demon god who was rich enough to rival a country, was a little shocked, not to mention Fugui, the poor guy who had just escaped poverty not long ago.

The entire exhibition hall 33 is filled with treasures looted from Ajiu's country. The variety is so dazzling that it is simply shocking.

Mysterious and simple bronzes, crystal clear jades, porcelain and pottery of the highest craftsmanship from various dynasties, magnificent Dunhuang murals, as well as various Buddha statues, famous paintings, stone carvings, wood carvings, phoenix crowns, jade seals, pottery figurines, burial objects, etc.

Each one is ingeniously crafted and priceless, telling the story of historical changes and human civilization.

In this den of robbers, these top treasures were crammed together without any regard for their value, and their treatment was only slightly better than that of counterfeit handicrafts in tourist attractions.

Some of them don't even have protective covers, allowing tourists to touch them at will.

Most of the cultural relics are extremely fragile, and careful protection is not enough. I don’t know how much damage has been done by this rough method.

I heard that many pieces were lost.

Qi An felt his fist was itchy.

Fugui exclaimed: "Oh my God, so many treasures, Sister An An, how much are they worth..."

Qi An: "It's vulgar to talk about money. Their value cannot be measured by money."

Although she knew her sister was trying to coax her, Xiao Yuhu still couldn't help herself and asked cautiously with a little hope:

"Sister Jiu, you just said we are going home, is that true?"

Qi An affirmed: "Of course it's true, I will take you back soon."