Netizens were speculating back and forth, looking at Zhou Lin's appearance and starting to guess.
At this moment, the dean of the archaeology academy and others were very excited when they looked at these bamboo slips.
These were the history and culture of the Qin Dynasty...
Could they understand these historical遗留问题 (yí liú wèn tí - unresolved issues) just by bringing them back? Could they gain a deeper understanding of the Qin Dynasty?
Seeing this, the dean's eyes were filled with joy.
Inside the tomb at this moment.
Elder Tang looked at the bamboo slips in front of him and was about to hand them over to the students behind him.
But before the students could take them, Zhou Lin stopped him.
"Little friend Zhou Lin? What are you doing?"
Elder Tang looked at Zhou Lin, not understanding.
"Elder Tang, you cannot take this thing away, and you cannot take it away."
"Also, aren't you curious why there would be something like this inside?"
Zhou Lin looked at Elder Tang with a smile.
When Elder Tang saw this smile, he felt a chill down his spine. Every time he showed this smile, it meant he wanted money.
"You're not going to ask me to pay for your information, are you?"
Elder Tang suddenly realized and quickly asked.
Zhou Lin's smile froze on his face. To be exposed like this, it was no fun.
The Taoist priest, the Olympic champion, the gymnastics champion, the Wolf King, the historian, the biologist, and the others looked at Zhou Lin with amusement.
It's over, what are you going to do now? How are you going to make money?
"No, how could I be that kind of person? These are just ordinary bamboo slips, and there's nothing recorded on them."
"What you see is fake."
Zhou Lin coughed lightly, quickly explaining and covering up his embarrassment.
"Fake?"
Elder Tang and the historian said in unison upon hearing this, looking at the bamboo slips in their hands in surprise. There were clearly records on the bamboo slips.
How could there be nothing?
Just then—
"Put it down... Don't touch it, don't touch our books..."
A roar suddenly echoed through the entire corridor, and this sound made the archaeological team and others who were looking at the bamboo slips feel a flicker of fear.
When the student next to Professor Lin heard this voice, he looked around nervously but found nothing.
The security guards behind them heard the sound and looked around vigilantly, gripping their weapons tightly, not wanting to repeat the past.
"I told you you can't take it away."
Zhou Lin shrugged indifferently.
It was as if he had known all along that there was something else inside.
Elder Tang, Professor Lin, and the historian looked nervously at the environment in front of them.
"Who is it? Who's talking?"
The historian bravely asked, looking at the environment in front of him.
"Put it down..."
The voice came again.
The roar was even more severe than before.
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, what is that? Where did the voice come from? Why can't I see anyone?"
"Me neither, it's making me so nervous, why can't I see anything?"
"No, if I have to say it, I think this skeleton might be able to talk. Other than that, I can't see anything else."
"Are you awake? How can this thing talk?"
...
Inside the tomb.
The Wolf King's ears twitched, and he heard the sound coming from the side. He then looked at the position of the skeleton next to him.
He found it unbelievable, but he had no choice but to believe it.
He then made a tentative move, took the bamboo slip from the side, and was about to put it in his bag.
"Put it down..."
The skeleton suddenly turned its head, a red light in its eyes, and its open mouth suddenly opened and closed.
"Holy crap, it was you talking?"
The Wolf King's face suddenly changed, and he quickly put down the bamboo slip in his hand.
The skeleton's eyes changed from red to black and finally returned to calm.
The Wolf King's voice had already attracted the Taoist priest, who happened to see this scene.
"These are... obsessions?"
The Taoist priest quickly picked up his compass, but when he saw that the compass was not moving, he instantly understood the meaning.
Obsessions, these are more terrifying than ghosts. Such things do not belong to the five elements.
Everyone heard this and looked at the Taoist priest with confusion, then they saw many red lights appearing on the skeletons, and some red lights were falling onto the ground.
They began to form human shapes.
But these human figures had dark faces and bodies, and their bodies also had burnt holes. Their hair was covered in dust, and there were traces of being burned by fire.
The faces of these people were terrifying, especially their eyes, which were filled with hatred and resentment.
"Damn it, ghosts."
The students of the archaeological team instinctively grabbed the clothes of the people next to them, not daring to look, trembling and standing there in fear.
The historian, biologist, architectural champion, and the others also changed their expressions when they saw this scene, and instinctively took a step back.
They looked at the situation in front of them with solemn expressions.
"What's going on with these people? How did they become like this?"
The architectural champion asked with a trembling voice, looking at the scene in front of him.
"Are these obsessions? Why do they look like fire-scorched ghosts? Were they burned to death?"
The historian also looked at them with a trembling voice.
The entire corridor fell into an eerie silence.
The archaeological team, the participants, and the security guards dared not even breathe as they looked at these obsessions with their tragically dead appearances.
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, what's going on? You scared me to death? How did such things suddenly appear?"
"Damn it, is this an archaeology show or a supernatural show? How can ghosts appear just like that? We saw the forbidden woman before, and now it's obsessions? This thing is too terrifying."
"I'll lose a few years of my life after looking at it, damn it, no, wasn't it this thing that stopped the archaeological team from acting just now?"
"It seems so, but I want to ask, why does this thing have such a form?"
...
The dean, who was watching these scenes at this moment, quickly called some experts.
When these experts saw such a situation, they felt something was wrong.
"Confucianism? And these people who were burned to death..."
One of the experts who admired Confucianism pondered carefully, trying to recall something.
"Professor Zhan, you are very familiar with Confucian scholarship. Don't you know what this is?"
The dean looked at Professor Zhan's appearance and asked proactively.
"Dean, I have seen some books from the Qin Dynasty. These books do worship Taoism, and there is very little about Confucianism, but there are traces of Confucianism between the lines."