Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 978: So Whose Tomb Is It, Really?

The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim—

"This is... the Golden Crow pulling the Sun Chariot!"

"So the tribute Hera wrote for the ancestor, was it meant for the Golden Crow?"

"This tomb is the crow’s tomb!"

Once Zuzi revealed the secret texts and images behind the carpet, the minds of the archaeologists opened up instantly, deducing and inferring, each convinced this was the tomb of the Golden Crow.

Zuzi smiled sweetly.

Fu Xiqin laughed hysterically, almost out of breath: "Ah hahaha, hic!"

The little crow, however, was ruffled: "Oh dear, are these foolish clay-brained people missing a screw or something? Your great Golden Crow isn’t dead, isn’t dead, this isn’t my coffin!"

Amidst the discussions, Feng Tang looked serious and suddenly waved his hand: "No, you’re wrong. Although it’s a picture of the Golden Crow pulling the Sun Chariot, have you ever thought about who the god sitting in the chariot is?"

Everyone was stunned.

Gradually, they reacted: "Nuwa?"

Feng Tang nodded solemnly: "The only one worthy of Hera calling her ancestor, is her."

Everyone sighed with emotion: "Makes sense..."

Subsequently, they couldn’t contain their excitement:

"So, our ancestor is also the ancestor of the Western Gods, and Western culture is fundamentally not the world’s origin."

"If you think about it, maybe the ancestor of our Empire is the real origin of world culture!"

"So this is truly Nuwa’s tomb! Our initial assumption was correct, it pairs naturally with Fu Xi Palace."

"Lady Nuwa, please accept our bow!"

The archaeologists were exhilarated, convinced by the new evidence pointed out by Zuzi.

Yet the little crow’s mouth twitched even more: "Oh dear! The ancestor is still alive, why are you blindly bowing? That’s not the ancestor’s coffin! Damn, maybe these humans really do have heads full of clay."

Feng Tang saw Zuzi still standing leisurely and silently amidst the enthusiastic worship, feeling something was amiss, he thought for a moment and tentatively consulted: "Little Ancestor, was there some flaw in my academic deduction earlier?"

Zuzi propped her chin, speaking in a lazy and light manner: "Hmm, although this mat was gifted by young Hera to the ancestor, the ancestor didn’t really use it. It was casually used for cushioning a coffin, quite fitting, given the hard work of creating the heavens and the earth."

He? He? Who is he?

Feng Tang’s mind buzzed.

For a moment, a thousand thoughts flooded over him, leaving him gaping and frozen on the spot.

Bai Fei saw Feng Tang’s dumbfounded look and laughed: "Hahaha, even Professor Feng finally got confused by the Little Ancestor—now you get how I felt just now, when my head was about to explode and I couldn’t articulate a single word, don’t you?"

After laughing, he eagerly approached Zuzi: "Little Ancestor, who is this ’he who created the heavens and the earth’? Can you give me a little hint?"

The archaeologists were still celebrating the surprise of discovering Nuwa’s tomb, yet overhearing Bai Fei’s sneaky request, they all gathered around: "Isn’t this Lady Nuwa’s tomb? Whose is it? What other deity could be buried here?"

No matter which deity it was, this tomb was significant enough to be a world-class protected relic.

Everyone’s hearts were pounding, waiting for Zuzi’s answer.

For a moment, the chamber was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Beep—Beep Beep—hello?"

Davis finally managed to connect with the president of the International Archaeological Association, just about to relay his appraisal, yet, unexpectedly, the tomb suddenly fell eerily silent.

He looked back.

And saw the woman in the white dress, casually and leisurely knocking on the coffin.

Then she spoke a sentence that almost drove him to the point of exasperation—