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"Let's talk about it according to the timeline..." I took out a notebook from my bag and put it on my lap, drawing a long line. "According to the earliest clues we know so far, the time period of the Liangzhu culture is about 3000 BC, which is also consistent with the era of Huangdi Chiyou."

I then drew a few dots, "Next is Qin Shihuang... oh no, according to what we discussed earlier about Buddhism... that's about 1000 BC?"

The blind man answered, "You forgot the bronze fish."

The two copper fishes were in my pocket. I reached out to touch them, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "The date must have been before Qin. It's hard to say when it was earlier. Third uncle's judgment may be different." Error, it is also possible to say that this copper fish is from the late Neolithic age, but the culture type is different..." Before I finished speaking, the fat man continued: "Then you are still wrong to say that, this fish can't I grew wings and flew, Qinling and Banai are so far apart, and the times are too different, when did you say you entered Qinling's tomb? It's all in the Song Dynasty, right?"

The little brother who hadn't spoken all this time suddenly said, "Three years of Emperor You."

"That's right!" the fat man said, patting his thigh, "One was 3000 BC, and the other was 1000 AD. That's not a little bit worse."

The blind man looked at me in the rearview mirror, and suddenly smiled and said, "Is the owner of the Qinling tomb you mentioned?"

Although what he said was vague, I understood and nodded.The fat man kept asking, and I had no choice but to explain: "The water of eternal life he drank was brought back by this man."

No one spoke, the blind man drove in silence for a few miles, and suddenly braked suddenly, the fat man was not wearing a seat belt, his head banged on the front windshield, and he forgot to curse.

The blind man unfastened his seat belt, turned half of his body around, and said calmly, "One of us is lying."

The little brother looked at me fiercely.I was speechless for a moment, and the blind man smiled at me and said, "What do you think he is doing? Since he knows it's me, he's still so unconscious?"

I actually thought that this secret might not be hidden, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, but my first reaction was to grab my brother's wrist, and I turned my head and said, "Listen to me."

His eyes suddenly tightened, and his expression became unpredictable. According to my understanding of him for so many years, this is a precursor to his anger. However, at this moment, there is no time to think about it. He's deceiving me, but in case... If he tells some things, it's better for me to tell them myself.

The fat man finally came to his senses, rubbed his head and stared at the three of us dumbfounded, and asked hesitantly, "What lie?"

The little brother flipped his wrist, and I was firmly pinched by him.

The blind man said, "Aren't you going to tell me what happened in Qinling's tomb?"

I asked him back, "Are you so sure it's related?"

He tilted his head and smiled, looked out the window and said, "I wasn't sure, but I couldn't sleep last night, so I remembered a story."

"Story?" The fat man said with his eyes wide open, "They're about to fight, and you're still telling stories?"

The blind man said, "It doesn't matter, you will know after listening to me."

"When I was still in Yuelidu, because I was born with eye disease, I heard everything. I was at the gate of the city that day, and I heard a story told by a passing porter. I bought a copper basin, this basin is a treasure, if you put a bowl of rice in it, you get two bowls when you take it out, put a penny in it, and you get two pennies out..."

"Why does your story sound so familiar..." The fat man scratched his head and said suddenly, "Isn't this the cornucopia of Shen Wansan! Legend has it that he used the cornucopia to grow soil and blocked the Yangtze River..."

"Don't go too far." The blind man interrupted him, looked at me and said, "Do you think this story is a bit familiar? Nanshan, for a long time, this name can only refer to a mountain."

Qinling.

I stared at the blind man's sunglasses and said in a deep voice, "Yes, you are right."

However, his expression seemed to be more surprised.He frowned tightly and said, "So, what I think is right? This fish..."

I nodded, "It's a mirror image."

There was a sudden sharp pain in the wrist, and the little brother looked at me incredulously, with a face I had never seen before. His lips were even trembling, and it took him a long time to say a few complete words, "You ...Who the hell..."

Finally this moment came and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But I promised to tell him the truth. I missed this opportunity. I guess I won't have the courage to say it all.

"I... am Wu Xie, and I'm not Wu Xie," the answer seemed to be on my lips, but I didn't know where to start.

"Wu Xie is dead."

I turned my face away, not daring to look at his expression again.

Died in 985 A.D., the third year of Huangyou in the Northern Song Dynasty, in the Qinling tomb.

I am the "mirror image" of Wu Xie.