Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"It's ...... Silk?"

Wu Xian looked at the A4 paper in his hand full of messy lines and distorted patterns with some uncertainty.

"Silk?" Wu

Ling blinked when he heard this, he hugged his small fries and leaned forward curiously.

What is this book? I don't understand it, but it sounds so advanced.

Speaking of which, although Wu Ling has been here for some time, he still doesn't know anything about a series of cultural relics.

Wu Ling bit a french fries in his mouth, and rubbed it next to Wu Xian, he originally wanted to see what this book looked like, but when he saw the paper in Wu Xian's hand.

The curious little expression on his face instantly became a little puzzled, and even the little hair on the top of his head bent a little, turning into a small question mark.

"What is this?" No

wonder Wu Ling was puzzled, it was actually that the pattern on the A4 paper in Wu Xian's hand was too distorted.

Extremely messy and complex lines and some bizarre patterns are combined and intersected, which is dazzling and at the same time, inexplicably a little strange and treacherous.

Wu Ling squatted on the chair, stared at the paper for a while, and was stunned to finish half a bag of fries, his eyes were a little sour, and he couldn't understand what these twisted lines were.

These lines are simply more of a headache than the obscure English.

Just when he was blind in both eyes and two big in the head.

The expression on Wu Xian's face changed suddenly, he took a breath, and frowned slightly: "The content in this book seems to be a map

" "Map?" Wu Ling's eyes lit up instantly when he found that his brother seemed to be able to understand these words.

Yes, although he can't read these things, his brother can.

When Wu Ling thought of this, it was as if a small light bulb was lit up above his head, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He rubbed it forward, tugged Wu Xian's sleeve with his hand, and asked curiously

, "Brother, can you read what is written on this?"

Wu Xian kept looking at it intently when he saw the pattern on the paper.

After hearing Wu Ling's somewhat puzzled words, he came back to his senses slightly and broke away from the painting, and explained to him with some deliberation in his mouth:

"Well, I can roughly understand a little, although these characters look a little strange, but they are indeed a font, this font is a kind of script used by the Dangxiang Qiang people in the Western Xia period, called Fan Wen, this kind of writing has been more than 800 years ago, and it is a somewhat obscure script.

After Wu Ling heard Wu Xian's words, the little hair on the top of his head instantly raised.

He rubbed it against Wu Xian again, almost leg to leg with him: "Then brother, how can you see the map from these words, can you tell me about it?"

Wu Xian glanced at the curious little expression on his face when he heard this, and nodded with a slight smile:

"Okay, but I can only understand a little, this calligraphy should be a special kind of calligraphy and painting." "

Calligraphy and painting?" Wu Ling's curiosity became even heavier when he heard this.

Wu Xian nodded, hummed lightly, and said in a slow voice:

"Well, this calligraphy and painting is not the kind of calligraphy and painting in the traditional sense, this calligraphy and painting is a calligraphy and painting that records the specific geographical location of a certain place and expresses it in words, and the painting in the text, so it is referred to as calligraphy and painting." "

Wuhu.

Wu Ling heard Wu Xian's explanation, and a sudden expression appeared on his face.

He blinked, looked down at the book in Wu Xian's hand full of crooked and strange words, stuffed a small fries into his mouth, and said:

"I didn't expect that there are so many ways to even write and paint, brother, what is it talking about in this calligraphy and painting?"

"I once came across this kind of calligraphy and painting, and the third uncle said that the things in these calligraphy and paintings are actually a kind of encrypted password, which has strict specifications and patterns, as long as it is deciphered according to its specifications, then you can get a complete map. "

But ......"

Wu Xian suddenly paused in the middle of his words, he looked at the patterns on them, and the expression on his face looked a little confused and puzzled.

Wu Lingzheng was eating small fries while listening to it with relish.

He saw Wu Xian stop suddenly, and poked him with some curiosity: "What's wrong, brother, is there anything wrong?" Wu Xian

nodded, and said with some puzzlement in his mouth: "Although some locations are also recorded on this silk book, it is not comprehensive, and there is a strong sense of separation, it seems that this silk book is like a small part of it has been divided, in addition to this silk book, there should be some other silk books."

Wu Ling scratched his head when he heard Wu Xian's words, and suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something.

"Eh, brother, do you see if there's anything else in that box?"