Chapter 395

If one were to say they were accidentally buried here, it simply didn't make sense.

Plus those coffin planks from before.

It was very clear that someone had deliberately taken the good pieces,

and then buried them all here.

That person, then, was quite intriguing.

Would a collector do such a thing? Certainly not.

The Cultural Relics Bureau was even less likely.

Upon closer calculation, only two types of people would do this.

Either it was tomb raiders who buried them here after stealing them,

or it was artifact traffickers.

As for why they hadn't been dug up all this time,

he couldn't explain it either.

Perhaps it was because the park was suddenly built here, so they never had the chance.

But if it really was this type of person who buried them,

then there might be other artifacts underneath.

Thinking this way, he decided to keep digging.

After all, it was already this deep; if he didn't dig,

no one else would.

In case there were other artifacts,

once the perimeter wall was built, there would never be another chance to unearth them.

Just as everyone was busy in the heat of the moment moving the stone carvings,

Fang Yang climbed into the driver's cab in one stride to continue working.

This action drew surprised gazes from those around him.

Most of them thought Fang Yang was going to rest for the day.

Who would have thought he would go back to digging without a word.

Even the cameraman asked curiously, "Brother, it's past 4 o'clock, are you still digging?"

Fang Yang smiled, "I suspect there might be more artifacts underneath; digging a bit more never hurts."

"More artifacts?"

As soon as these words were out, the surrounding cultural relics experts and Old Jiang were shocked beyond measure.

Today was already a monumental harvest for the Cultural Relics Bureau.

They hadn't even thought about getting more artifacts.

Now, hearing Fang Yang say this,

it was simply the sound of heaven.

They might not believe others, but they had to believe Fang Yang!

And sure enough, before they had dug for long,

they unearthed a sealed iron box.

The iron box wasn't large, about the size of a liquor box.

It just looked quite sturdy.

The exterior was covered in mud and rust.

At this, everyone was stunned.

They had really dug something up.

And it was right underneath the stone carvings.

It only took a few shovel-fulls to find it.

With a solemn expression, Fang Yang dug out the iron box.

Such an iron box, actually placed beneath the large stone carvings.

If it really was buried by artifact traffickers or tomb raiders,

one didn't even need to think to know it must be very precious.

It was just that he couldn't guess what it was for the moment.

After all, this iron box was modern.

And it was sealed.

Could it be like last time, something similar to books or paintings?

He vaguely remembered the authentic "Chu Shi Biao" by Yue Fei he dug up last time.

It seemed to have been wrapped in a tea canister.

These two instances looked very similar.

When the iron box was dug out,

quite a few people crowded around.

"Could this just be an ordinary iron box?"

"It's possible, maybe there's even a bottle of liquor inside."

"It doesn't look like a cultural relic, does it?"

Old Jiang also leaned in and asked, "Fang Yang, this looks like a modern item at a glance; it's not a cultural relic, is it?"

Fang Yang jumped off the vehicle and clapped his hands.

Everyone consciously cleared a path for him.

When he walked up to the iron box, he picked it up with one hand.

It was light!

Lighter than he had imagined.

Such a metal box, yet it was very light.

Then either there was nothing inside, or the contents were also very light.

The system hadn't given any hints yet.

He didn't know if this thing was actually a cultural relic.

For now, he knew he would only find out by opening it.

As for shaking it!

He didn't dare.

If he accidentally damaged the contents inside,

that would truly be a sin.

Fang Yang turned to the archaeology experts and said, "To know if there's anything inside, we definitely have to open it. Did you bring tools?"

One of them nodded quickly, "We did. Leave opening it to us."

"Good!"

Fang Yang handed over the iron box in his hand.

Soon.

Four or five people gathered around the iron box, fiddling with it.

About ten minutes later.

They walked over to Fang Yang with the iron box.

"Teacher Fang, you should be the one to open it. The rust on top has been cleared, it can be opened directly."

Fang Yang nodded awkwardly and took the iron box.

He gently pulled upward with his right hand.

The lid came off very easily.

At this very moment, everyone's heart couldn't help but hang in the air.

They were both expectant and fearful.

Expectant that there was something inside.