On the way, Wang Jingzhe and Chang Wenshu walked towards the capital. It was already afternoon. The time to get on the bus and leave Beijing was missed, so naturally they had to reschedule before they could leave again.

Wang Jingzhe held the box brought out of the hole by the white snake in his hand. He looked over and over again and again several times but did not open it. From the appearance, this thing looked particularly simple and vicissitudes. He could not think about the era of it. The texture was wood, but he didn't see any wood. But this was quite interesting, because a box of unknown era has not been weathered for many years now, and it still remains the same.

There is a pattern of a tripod on the top surface of the box, and there is nothing else. It looks very simple and rough, and the craftsmanship is obviously not very good.

Chang Wenshu drove the car, turned his head and looked at it, and asked, "What's the thing brought by that snake? Why don't you open it and see?"

"I just don't know what it is, so I dare not open it. This box is well sealed and separates the things inside from the air. I'm afraid that when I open it, it will easily oxidize the things here." Wang Jingzhe said a common sense question. If the things here remain the same because they are separated from the air, they may deteriorate quickly once they are opened.

Chang Wenshu said in surprise: "Open it and take a look. If it doesn't work, you can just press it again. Otherwise, what can you do? Just because of this thing, do you still have to have the entire vacuum chamber?"

"If you say that, it makes sense..." Wang Jingzhe nodded speechlessly, then slowly opened the lid of the box carefully, and after looking at the things inside, he was a little stunned.

The one that was placed here should be a scapula, about the size of a slap. The bones were a little black, but there was no hole after osteoporosis. There was a passage of text engraved on the scapula, which was a bit similar to oracle bone inscriptions. Wang Jingzhe glanced a few times and didn't recognize a single word.

"I thought it was something, Bai was curious..." Chang Wenshu was no longer interested.

Wang Jingzhe took out the scapula from the box, turned it over and looked at it for a few seconds, then raised it in front of him and looked at the text on it carefully. He saw it from the beginning and ended it roughly, and he calculated it roughly. There were almost a hundred words on it, among which he guessed that there were a few words that roughly meant.

Many of these characters similar to oracle bone inscriptions are pictographic characters, which evolved based on the image of objects. The few that he could see are: one is the shape of grass, and two are a cluster of flames and water ripples.

"Pa" Wang Jingzhe put the lid on again, and then looked at the cauldron carved on the surface, and had a vague thought in his heart, but he was still surprised and suspicious.

"Where should I take you? When I go back to Panjiayuan, I should find a place to live at the station and leave after the sign-up is changed?" Chang Wenshu asked when he saw that Wang Jingzhe had not moved.

"I won't leave now, let's talk about it in two days." Wang Jingzhe thought about it, knocking on the box with his fingers rhythmically, and said: "Can you find some people who specialize in ancient characters, general professors or students in the history department, or even archaeological people?"

Chang Wenshu glanced at the box in his hand and immediately understood. He nodded and said, "It should not be difficult to find a relationship. There are many universities in Beijing, and I know people in this mouth."

Wang Jingzhe said, "Okay, I'll copy all the words on it and hand them over to you. But if you have a question, you have to pay attention to these words. You can't leave them to one person to identify them. Find a few more, then break them apart and give them to them."

"You are too slippery, I don't want people to know. What's in it?"

"The fewer people know about some things, it is their protection. Before I know what is written on it, I still know it myself."

On this day, Wang Jingzhe, who was about to leave Beijing, chose to stay in the capital for the time being due to an unexpected incident. He could vaguely guess what the words engraved on the scapula in the box meant, and the authenticity of this thing was absolutely extremely high.

The white snake is much more sensitive to perception than humans. Legend has it that people have six senses, while animals that become spirits have eight senses. The two extras are the early perception of danger. Most animals have this instinct, and the other one is the natural understanding of genius treasures.

According to the Shanhai Jing and various ancient records, some medicinal materials such as Polygonum multiflorum and ginseng grew in famous mountains and rivers for a long time. At that time, humans were still in a time of slowly exploring these treasures of heaven and earth, but some spiritual animals could detect the benefits of these rare herbs to themselves. Therefore, most of the immature herbs were guarded by animals next to some immature herbs, and they would eat them in one bite when they were ripe.

Therefore, in the early years, there were a lot of monsters in the mountains, and many of them became monsters because of this. But now most of these herbs have disappeared, so naturally there are fewer monsters.

That night, Wang Jingzhe carefully copied down all the hundreds of or ten words on the scapula, and went back and forth several times to ensure that every stroke would not be wrong. Otherwise, if one word was missing, it might have another meaning.

Two days later, Chang Wenshu replied to him, saying that he had found several historical and archaeologists who were familiar with ancient Chinese literature in universities and research institutes. Wang Jingzhe gave him all the words in a disordered order, and told him not to miss the news.

After handing over the text, Wang Jingzhe waited with longing. He felt that if he guessed correctly, he would probably have a lot of knowledge.

In fact, until now, Wang Jingzhe did not expect what great benefits the white snake gave him because of repaying his kindness. At this time, he was curious and interested, and was far from realizing what chapter Chen Chen's experience on Wuling Mountain opened for him.

Some things come too coincidental, but they are also too good.

In a flash, many days passed, and about a week later. Chang Wenshu told him that translating ancient texts had been effective, and three of them sent reply letters.
Chapter completed!