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"What's this……"

"silt?"

Bai Xi wore a protective mask and stood in front of the bronze tripod. Under the light, she could see clearly the condition inside the bronze tripod.

There are many things that look like patent leather and look like mud, soaked in water, and they look no different from the mud after rain.

Such a scene was really hard for Bai Xi to accept.

You know, all her hopes of completing the mission rested on this bronze tripod. However, after all her trouble, she found that there was only a pool of mud inside.

Could silt be what the System Overlord needs?

Could mud have anything to do with Taoism?

The answer is definitely no.

The most crucial thing is that the original clues have been broken and there are no new clues. This makes Bai Xi a little unsure how to proceed with this task.

Bai Xi's expression kept changing, and his face became a little gloomy.

Dong Wenhui noticed the change in Bai Xi's expression. He could understand Bai Xi's feelings very well. The other party had gone to great lengths to bring in a team of experts from the National Museum to open the tripod, but it turned out that there was a pool of silt inside the bronze tripod. It would be difficult for anyone to have a good face. This had nothing to do with money. It was purely caused by the excessive emotional cost of the initial investment.

"Miss Bai, don't be discouraged."

"There might be something else in this mud."

"Lean back. After we pour out all the contents of the bronze cauldron, there will probably be a surprise."

Dong Wenhui nodded towards Bai Xi and comforted him softly.

"Excuse me, Director Dong."

Bai Xi nodded slightly. Although she knew that the possibility should not be too high, she could only try her best to save the situation. At least there was still hope.

When Dong Wenhui saw Bai Xi agreed, he immediately turned around, called all the other experts over, and then organized people to start removing the silt from the bronze tripod.

Soon, all the sludge and the sewage in the bronze tripod were dumped into the special container carried by the expert team.

Many experts, wearing white research coats, plastic gloves, protective masks and goggles, squatted in front of special containers with tools and began to process the sludge sealed in the bronze tripod for more than 2,500 years.

Bai Xi, Xiao Rui and Dong Wenhui stood not far away. None of them spoke, but just watched everyone work quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the scene was extremely quiet. Even the housekeeping team and others on the side felt a kind of silent pressure.

About two hours later, Zhou Huahai stood up first. He took off his goggles and protective mask, looked a little tired, and slowly walked in front of Bai Xi and Dong Wenhui, then shook his head gently.

"Miss Bai, over 2,500 years ago, there was indeed something inside this bronze tripod. Later, for some unknown reason, water entered the tripod, causing the contents to decay. We've searched carefully for a long time, but we really can't find anything. This is truly just a pool of mud."

Zhou Huahai glanced at Dong Wenhui, then said this to Bai Xi.

Bai Xi had anticipated this outcome, but after hearing Zhou Huahai's words, he couldn't hide his disappointment. "Mr. Zhou, you've worked hard. If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed. So, if I don't, then I don't."

"Miss Bai, being able to collect a bronze tripod from the Spring and Autumn Period is already a feat unattainable for many collectors. Even for our National Museum, the only bronze artifact that surpasses this one is probably the Simuwu Ding."

Zhou Huahai could feel that Bai Xi was feeling a little low. He sighed softly and comforted Bai Xi.

Bai Xi nodded slightly and forced a smile on his face.

What she cared about was not the bronze tripod, but whether she could complete the system's task.

After all, when it comes to value, whether it is the Yongle Encyclopedia or the biological battery, they are far superior to this bronze tripod.

Zhou Huahai was the first to stand up and leave, and other experts from the National Museum also stood up one after another. Each of them walked in front of Bai Xi and Dong Wenhui, and shook their heads slightly, indicating that they had gained nothing.

In the end, Zheng Daoquan was the only one left at the scene, still squatting there and working silently.

Seeing this, just when Dong Wenhui was about to wake Zheng Daoquan up, Zheng Daoquan suddenly stood up on his own, looking particularly excited: "I know, I know!"

Zheng Daoquan was so surprised that everyone at the scene was stunned.

"Old Zheng, what do you know?"

Dong Wenhui looked at Zheng Daoquan who was full of excitement. He was a little confused and had no idea what was going on with Zheng Daoquan.

"This isn't sludge!"

"This is a bamboo slip!"

"This is a bamboo slip that has existed for more than 2,500 years!"

"As long as we can successfully restore it, this will be the oldest existing bamboo slip written record in China!"

Zheng Daoquan held a small tweezer in his hand, with a piece of silk-like mud clamped on it. Faced with Dong Wenhui's inquiry, he responded emotionally and repeatedly.

"Bamboo slips? Are these silt bamboo slips?!"

"Hey, after Brother Zheng said this, it seems that it is very likely to be a bamboo slip!"

“It’s incredible that the bamboo slips from the Spring and Autumn Period have been preserved in this way!”

"It can be dry for thousands of years, wet for ten thousand years, and only half a year if it is not dry or wet. In the humid environment inside the tripod, it is really possible for these bamboo slips to survive to this day!"

……

As Zheng Daoquan's words fell, many experts who had been deeply tired immediately became energetic and quickly gathered around Zheng Daoquan again. Several people even put on their protective masks and goggles again and came to the special hospital again. He squatted down next to the container.

As for Bai Xi beside Dong Wenhui, she now understood what it meant to have a ray of hope after a dark period. Her heart was pounding like a roller coaster, making her feel a little dry in the mouth.

Bai Xi resisted the urge to just give a system appraisal and asked Zheng Daoquan.

"Mr. Zheng, these bamboo slips are like this, can they be restored?"

"OK."

Zheng Daoquan nodded heavily and gave Bai Xi a very affirmative answer: "Miss Bai, I wonder if you are aware of the tomb of Marquis Haihun that was excavated last year?"

"I'm not sure, what's wrong?"

Bai Xi shook his head and answered truthfully.

"The biggest gain from last year's excavation of the Haihunhou Tomb was the discovery of over 5000 bamboo slips. When they discovered these slips, they looked just like the mud we just found. The archaeologists almost mistook them for mud and cleared them away."

"Fortunately, the archaeological team leader of the Haihunhou Tomb was more thoughtful and preserved the silt. It was not until they invited Wu Shunqing, an international top expert who protects unearthed water-saturated cultural relics at the Jingzhou Cultural Preservation Center in Beihu Province, that they finally determined what looked like The unknown objects in the mud are bamboo slips from the Han Dynasty that are thousands of years old."

"Today, these Han Dynasty bamboo slips are stored in the Jingzhou Cultural Preservation Center in Beihu Province. Most of the Han Dynasty bamboo slips have been successfully restored, and the preservation of the bamboo slips in front of us is far better than the Han Dynasty bamboo slips unearthed from the tomb of Haihunhou, so those Han Dynasty bamboo slips Bamboo slips can be repaired successfully, so what’s wrong with our bamboo slips?”

At the end, Zheng Daoquan's voice was sonorous and powerful.