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?"
