I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Xu An didn't know the answer.

All his past experience was useless here.

The things in the burial pit or the sacrificial pit could give him very few clues.

And the situation inside is too complicated and messy.

If you want to uncover further information, you can only continue to dig deeper, in the physical sense.

Standing on the mound, he looked around.

Although the area of ​​the excavated ground is huge, it’s impossible that there is something underground everywhere, right?

With a gloomy mind, after gathering some brave ghosts, Xu An finally ordered them to continue digging and expose everything inside.

But while digging, he also warned these brave ghosts to be careful and not to touch the things they dug out easily, let alone take them away secretly.

Although in perception, these things have basically lost their former power, as if their divine essence has been drained over the long years.

But when Xu An touched the bone engraved with strange runes, he still saw an extremely terrifying scene.

This proves that there is still some unique power remaining there, to a greater or lesser extent.

As time went by, the three huge sacrificial offerings were finally dug out, and the entire top was exposed to everyone's view.

Xu An had no means of archaeological excavation here, and lacked specific documentary records, but fortunately, he found sacrificial vessels or ritual vessels like bells and tripods.

Ancient characters were written on it with vigorous and powerful strokes like iron hooks and silver strokes.

Unlike today's increasingly simplified font forms, this font form is relatively complex and can be roughly inferred.

"These two characters are very similar to modern burial sites, and the two characters following them are very similar to descriptions of sacrifices and utensils. Are they referring to the purpose of these weapons?"

Looking at the three-legged, square bronze tripod in his hand, with only half of it left, it was engraved with numerous flowers, birds, fish and insects, and patterns like chains on a road.

The rusted bronze, stacked layer upon layer, is at least ten thousand years old.

But even so, he still preserved it quite well, and it didn't rot into a crispy cake directly, and it could be kneaded and done.

The warm feeling to the touch, the thick texture, and the text patterns on it all told Xu An.

A long time ago, he was definitely an absurdly powerful magical weapon.

"Stop digging. Drape the site with silk cloth and build a stone fence. Anyone who touches the unearthed objects without my permission will be executed!"

After warning them again not to act rashly, Xu An rushed back to the main city of Yangzhou with the broken small tripod in his hand.

In the Tongpan Mansion, Yang Wei looked at the rusty bronze ritual vessel in front of him, and his whole body was broken.

He looked up at Xu An, his ghostly eyes showing three parts of doubt, four parts of anxiety, two parts of disbelief, and one part of confusion.

"Sir, do you have something to say?"

Being stared at like this by Yang Wei, Xu An gradually felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but break the silence first.

"No, I have nothing to say."

Yang Wei was completely dazed, lying weakly on the chair, holding his forehead with his hand.

"Hmm? Your Excellency doesn't know when this thing is from?"

Xu An blinked and asked him deliberately.

"I roughly know the origin of this thing. You are the source of my pain, suffering, struggle, confusion and depression!"

Seeing that he was still playing dumb, Yang Wei almost jumped up, pointing at Xu An and saying with trembling lips:

"Ever since I met you, I haven't had a single day of peace. The Styx changed its course, Mu Linjiang came knocking on my door, the Underworld was destroyed, and the King of Hell came to visit me!"

"Now, I just asked you to store some crops, but how did you dig out something even more ancient than the Yin Court?"

"I really don't know if you have any special causal power?"

"No matter where you go, nothing good will happen!"

After pointing at Xu An's nose and scolding him, Yang Wei finally vented his unhappiness.

Xu An blinked and said nothing, letting him tell everything.

What happened these days would make any ghost's scalp tingle, even Yang Wei was no exception.

After waiting for a while and seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Xu An said quietly:

"Sir, you know better than anyone that this has nothing to do with me..."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with you. Qiuyun Mountain has stood here for thousands of years. It existed when Yinting was established. Whether you dig or not, it cannot change the established fact that there is something underground."

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Yang Wei regained some composure and said to Xu An:

"I lost my temper, Xu Jun, I apologize to you."

"My lord, I dare not."

Xu An shook his head, then looked at the half of the bronze tripod placed in front of the two ghosts, and couldn't help but say:

"Sir, what is the origin of this thing?"

When asked about this, Yang Wei hesitated for a moment before saying:

"These things come from even more ancient times. They come from the monks who lived in this underworld land before the Yin Court was established."

After hearing this answer, Xu An's eyes narrowed slightly.

He read two extremely crucial clues from this passage.

First of all:

Before the Yin Court was established, there were other cultivators existing in the underworld.

Secondly:

The fact that Yang Wei could say these words was enough to prove that he had seen, or at least heard others mention, the existence of similar things.

But the problem is that what doesn’t match is the time!

The order of the Yin Court has been established for ten thousand years.

In the literature records that can be found, the cultivators of the three realms have already determined this time point to be in ancient times.

For the lifespan of mortals, ten thousand years is so ancient that it is unimaginable.

Even with Xu An's current poor understanding.

We can only go back further, to the time when gods and demons fought each other.

The Three Realms at that time were in chaos, and the basic structure of today had not yet been formed.

It can be said to be the most chaotic, dark and turbulent era.

So, at that time, there were human cultivators in the land of Yinting, and were they able to hold sacrifices of this scale?

wrong.

The human race in the Three Realms was protected by the ancient goddess Nuwa, and later led by Suiren. It originated from humble beginnings, and then passed on the torch and gradually prospered.

In those ancient times, there was Kuafu chasing the sun, Houyi shooting the golden crow, and Gonggong angrily crashing into Mount Buzhou!

But now, what Yang Wei said did not match what he remembered, and there were even many errors.

Could it be that the things that originally existed were gradually distorted and changed through word of mouth, deviating from the truth?

Xu An was not sure which one was true and which one was false.

But he knew that there were secrets hidden deeper within these things, and when they were completely uncovered, they would definitely overturn his cognition!

Looking up at Yang Wei, Xu An wanted to ask more, but the other party stood up first and said to him as he was about to walk out:

"These ancient and astonishing objects have been unearthed in the underworld more than once. Now that Qiuyun Mountain has been confirmed to be a tomb, as a judge, I should go and take a look."

"Let's go and take back everything we can. Those things are very valuable and may be able to piece together the unreachable secrets of the Three Realms' past."