Endless route

Chapter 3 3. Black Jade Pillow

In the basement of the closed old community, Zheng Yun looked around and couldn't hide his shock. These objects looked real, but his adoptive father never mentioned them.

Maybe these things are stored here by friends, or maybe there are some problems with their origins, or maybe they are heirlooms passed down from the Lao Jiang family.

In the past, my adoptive father often told stories about his ancestors. He could sum it up in one sentence: The more precious a good treasure is, the more blood it will have on it. Anything without blood is definitely not a valuable thing.

So are these things.

Just looking at the name of the Immortal Mansion of Immortality, it smells like death without a whole corpse. In ancient times, even if there were 18,000 immortals, they would not be able to bear the word immortality.

The same goes for the Ming Dynasty Haiwei, which is on the same path as the Jinyiwei East and West Factory. At least half of the 8,000 people who died because of the Immortality Chart were their fault.

Hidden really deep.

This is the old story of Lao Jiang's family.

Zheng Yun sighed a little. He had listened to his adoptive father telling stories since he was a child, but he really didn't take it seriously. He just listened to it for fun. He didn't expect that his ancestor was actually telling stories.

An object of this caliber might have some involvement behind it, and it could easily lead to trouble if not handled properly.

In short, this matter is extraordinary, and I need to discuss it with my family first to see how to deal with it.

Zheng Yun took out his mobile phone and called his adoptive mother. The call was answered instantly, but the voice belonged to Jiang Meng, and his tone was soft: Brother, have you gone back? Have you had lunch?

No, what did you eat?

Zheng Yun felt a little sour in his heart. Jiang Meng was in a good mood, but his voice was still very weak and weak.

I ate two eggs and drank a bowl of porridge. Your meal is enough for me to eat for a day, geez.

Why are you smiling like a goose? Did you get an injection today? Does it hurt? Did you secretly shed tears?

How is that possible! Let me tell you, brother, that Dr. Zhang is actually an alumnus of my university class of 2003, but I only went to university for one year and have never heard of her.

Even if they meet every day, Jiang Meng is still willing to talk to her brother, but she stays in the hospital every day, and the things she can say are limited to the small ward.

The thought of this.

Zheng Yun felt even more sour and anxious in his heart. He wished he could go to sea immediately and come back with 1.8 million yuan.

Brother, where are you? The signal is not good.

I'm still in the basement. Jiang Meng, please ask mom to answer the phone. I found some weird things in the basement and asked mom what to do.

Brother, wait a minute. I'll turn off the speakerphone first. Okay, what is it? I've never been to the basement. Brother, please take a picture for me.

A chart and badge.

Zheng Yun took a photo and sent it.

Never seen it, Mom, Mom! Have you seen these things? My brother found them in the basement.

Whoever goes to your dad's basement, Zheng Yun, you should have less contact with those objects. Don't be like your dad, get into this business and never get out for the rest of your life.

The adoptive mother's voice grew closer and closer, with a hint of disgust in her tone. She glanced at the photo and continued, You can handle these things as you see fit. Mom doesn't understand either.

Mom, you really don't know?

Zheng Yun asked again.

Mom advises you not to study it. It's not a good thing. We should be human beings. Safety is better than anything else. Let Jiang Meng talk to you. Mom went to wash the lunch box.

The adoptive mother returned the phone to Jiang Meng.

Brother, mom is really gone. Is what you told me the day before yesterday true? Do you really want to go to sea? Have you decided? Jiang Meng asked quietly in a low voice.

The work in the university is scientific research type and there is no danger. Don't you know that? Don't think too much about it. Zheng Yun said with a smile.

Then take the thing dad left for you. You can use it if there is danger. Jiang Meng warned carefully.

The thing she was talking about was a black jade pillow, about the length of an arm. It looked very inconspicuous. There were some winding talismans carved on the surface, which looked like those drawn by ghosts.

The adoptive father said that it was an amulet and the only treasure in the family. If something happened in the future, soak it in water to keep the family safe.

Zheng Yun never believed that.

He is a college student after all, and this is the age of technology, so it’s better to stay away from those gods and monsters.

But now it seems that the black jade pillow thrown under the bed in his bedroom and the items in the basement should be the same set, and they are all objects with some background.

But it's really hard to say.

Even a black jade pillow won't survive soaking in water, and with such a good thing, how can the ancestors recover the whole body? Do you have to float back from outer space to collect paper money during Qingming Festival?

The signal in the basement is not very good, let's talk about it when we get back. Zheng Yun looked around. He still had a lot of boxes to move, and it would probably be late after finishing them.

Well, brother, remember to have lunch. Jiang Meng warned again before hanging up the phone.

Zheng Yun studied for a while and took pictures of the sea map in detail with his mobile phone. He didn't touch other things at all, and he didn't want to sell these items to Jiang Meng for medical treatment.

The adoptive father hid them in the basement and did not reveal a word until his death. There must be some reason. It is definitely not a good thing to let things that cannot see the light see the light.

Now their family is not forced to do that. The pawn shop has just sold it for more than 600,000 yuan. Jiang Meng has not been short of treatment expenses in the past few months.

Rather than spending time figuring out how to resell these items, it is better to use it as a reference when going overseas, and then talk about other things based on the situation a few months later.

Zheng Yun is not superstitious.

He believes in modern technology.

But there are really good things in the heritage of the ancients. Gunpowder was originally made by refining elixirs.

Without those ancient people who talked about fairies and ghosts, and at the same time loved to torment themselves, modern science and technology would not be able to develop today.

This kind of sea map left by the ancients is definitely not just a few random place names, but wherever there are names, there are more or less treasures to be found.

The treasures of nature, materials and earth are not nonsense.

Although the ancients lacked scientific knowledge, they were definitely not fools. The treasures of heaven and earth must be extremely rare, and they are still valuable today.

Pile them all here.

I'll move it out later if something happens.

Zheng Yun put away his cell phone, swept the floor, tidied up his things briefly, then went upstairs to move things, filling the basement with boxes of all sizes.

Half an hour later.

The display cabinets and charts were buried under boxes and hidden deep in the basement. You couldn't see them even if you turned on the light. No one would open them again in a short time.

…

It was already past two o'clock when I got home.

Zheng Yun took off his dirty clothes and walked into the bathroom, turned on the natural gas water heater, and quietly watched the light blue flames boiling water through a small transparent window.

After the water was hot, Zheng Yun took off his sweatshirt and shorts and turned on the shower to wash his body.

Looking sideways at the mirror, he saw that he was already twenty-five years old. If nothing happened at home, it would be time for him to find a girlfriend, get married, and start a family.

But there is no if.

With a calm expression, Zheng Yun dried his body, changed his clothes, and began to inventory his things to prepare for going to sea. He bought a ticket for the eight o'clock boat in the evening and was pressed for time.

Before leaving, Zheng Yun called Jiang Meng. He had to tell Jiang Meng no matter what, but he could only tell Jiang Meng, not his adoptive mother.

His adoptive mother would definitely not agree with him going.

So Zheng Yun asked Jiang Meng to lie for him, saying that he and his friends were going to other places to do business and would be back in a few months, so that his adoptive mother would not have to worry about it.

What I didn't expect was.

When Jiang Meng heard that he was going, she burst into tears under the quilt. She couldn't hide it, so she could only explain to her adoptive mother that she cried while watching a TV series.

She knew that Zheng Yun went to sea to treat her illness. She had grown up together and acted as Zheng Yun's little follower every day. How could she not know?

At Jiang Meng's insistence, Zheng Yun opened the video and packed it up. She hid under the quilt and typed instructions. She choked with sobs and forced Zheng Yun to stuff the black jade pillow into her bag.

She is not superstitious.

Because she couldn't help her brother, she could only use this method to try her best to keep Zheng Yun safe.

After going to sea, I couldn't contact him.

The foggy sea can't transmit signals, and the astronomical distance is too far, so satellites don't work. A text message costs dozens of yuan, and it has to be relayed by a signal ship.

So Zheng Yun held his cell phone all the way, chatting with Jiang Meng and his adoptive mother, and didn't hang up until he got in the car.