C46

Shaking my ass. I heard myself say that he was a corpse catcher and not a fortune-teller, so don't be afraid.

My mind drifted to the box I had taken out from under the clock.

I don't know what was inside, but the box was the size of a teapot and turned up and down, and I could tell it was glazed with dark wood. Due to the heavy weight of the material, he had no idea what was inside.

Could it really be tea? The person in charge wanted a cup of tea very much. He remembered that his friend also had a box of well-hidden, top-grade tea leaves, so he sent me to buy them?

I laughed at my own thoughts and forgot about them. As for the box, it wasn't that I didn't want to open it. It was just that there was a large lock of bronze embroidery on top of it, and it was a nine times needle return. Without a key or technique, I could only look at it. According to the scale of the funeral, he was either rich or noble. However, if he wasn't famous, then he must be from a wealthy family. In ancient times, merchants were seen clearly most of the time. Other than people like Shen Wansan and Fan Li, who could be considered as the richest in the country, how many people could they remember about their success after planning for a business deal like this?

The box was still in the research facility. It was not on display in the museum, and it was also locked, but there was no key, no way to force it, and no way to scan or destroy anything that was already weak. It could only be placed on the museum's empty table, where it would be kept for a few hours every day with the researchers who persisted in tormenting him.

The sky had gradually turned white, and light leaked out from the gaps between the curtains. On the bed, Eccentric Song slowly turned his body to the side and fell to the ground. Only then did he slowly straighten his body.

My grandfather also likes to use this posture to get out of bed. When a person just got out of bed, they would easily be injured by strenuous exercise before their body's functions have recovered, not to mention an old man. Old man Song was very particular about it.

He slowed down his pace a few times, paced a few steps, and said, "Little bastard, stop pretending to be asleep. Since you can't sleep, you might as well get up!"

I thought to myself that if I wasn't pretending to be asleep, I would be lying down for a while with my eyes closed.

I hadn't slept all night on the couch, and now it was dark. He was also a bit dispirited, but it was hard for him to sit on the sofa for too long. Thus, he nodded his head, went to the tap for some water, and his face became a lot more refreshed.

Old Song was strolling around the courtyard, so I took a stool and sat beside him to watch him play Tai Chi. After three sets, the main door creaked. The brawny guy from last night rubbed his eyes and saw that we were already up. He called out to us before washing his face with cold water and sitting down.

His wife also came out of the house and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

The man didn't plan to go down to the ground today. According to him, we were honored guests and had to be entertained before his grandfather came out. I guessed that this was one of them, but the other was that he didn't trust us.

Old Man Xu was much more drowsy than Old Man Song. When he came out of the room at eight or nine o'clock and saw Old Man Song, his body shuddered and he shouted in shock, "Uncle Song!"

Alright, let's call him uncle.

The man scratched his head with a puzzled expression on his face. I think so too, Old Song looks younger than him, in his early sixties.

"Hey!" Old Song said, "All of you …" "You don't seem old at all?" His voice was filled with the thick earth, and his expression was very excited. "You …" "Why are you …" I guess he was curious to know why you weren't dead yet, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Heh heh." Old Song smiled, "I'll be leaving now that I've met you." Last night I went to Brother She's house, but I already went … "Look, I buried him with his grandson." "You are She Family's child?" "Yes," I said, "Greetings, Grandpa Xu." "I have no choice but to!" The old man's tongue was hanging out as he said, "Based on seniority, you have to call me Scholar!"

I called out to my brother, and the old man's brow relaxed, and he said a few words to the man in a country voice, and after breakfast he walked out of the village. On both sides of the village were patches of farmland, but there were a lot of people, and it was almost winter, and most of them were "selling" instead of "harvesting" or "planting." Only a few families who had gone out of season or had large huts were still busy. Eccentric Song, on the other hand, was quite at ease as he leisurely stepped out of the mountain on the yellow soil.

It's almost noon by the time I take Mr. Song home." Yesterday, I was again hungry for an entire day. I took a taxi to the downtown area to eat a mutton steamed bun, bought a ticket back in the afternoon, then looked around for a speciality store and some tasty food. After that, I called my phone and wrote a few novels to kill some time.

After a few more reverses, I went straight back to Shanghai and threw the box on top of it. Afterwards, I prepared to look for Wei Yuting and her. However, they knew that they had already set off for Mount Pingji. After all, we've already gone to Henan once, so they can be considered as very familiar with the situation (to be more precise, Wei Yuting isn't familiar with the concept of being able to handle the situation).

I have other arrangements.

A direct indication of this alternative arrangement is that I have been lent out. Initially, according to the location, it should be decided by the ancestor of Shang Qiu's and his little friend from Shang Qiu Research Institute. However, after staying for an extra day and adding the journey back and forth, I really couldn't wait any longer.

I took my suitcase with me to assemble.

Our unit counts fifteen of us, twelve men and three women. The leader was called Song Ping. His surname was also Song.

I laughed at the name, a twenty-seven-year-old man with a baby face. It was said that his grandfather had started it, which meant "Praise the Peace," which was to say, Praise the Peace. His grandfather was a veteran who had been to the battlefield, so he had a special obsession with peace.

There was another person in the team who left a deep impression on me. It was a second generation rich man who exuded an idiotic aura. His name was Liu Yang. I heard that his family thief was rich and came here purely for the sake of interest. Also, he had to deal with his father. Even after coming here for more than two years, he could still act like a rich young master. His tough reason for staying here reminded me of a chivalrous hero. I didn't know what to feel when I thought of Song Ping, whose name is similar to Old Song.

It took a long time for the group to gather. It was also noon, but the two minivans were whimpering all the way to the point. Behind them were two specialists. They were not involved in labor and were purely in command.

It is said that only the few of us will be going this time. This tomb is not the same as the one we used to dig.

My heart skipped a beat.

The places I've been these days are indeed different. Compared to the tombs from a few months ago, the difference is too great.

A young man with a buzz cut came up to me and asked, "Are you Old He's friend?" "Pretty much, his grandfather and my grandfather are friends." However, my father and his father did not have much contact in this generation.

The girl behind him also came over with a smile, "Really?"

I nodded. She smiled and asked, "Then, did you two always stay together when you were young?"

I waved my hand and said no, and the smile on her face changed to one of bright regret, and she sat back down to discuss something with her sisters.

More accurately speaking, it was only the two girls discussing, the other long-haired girl, Zhang Xinya, had her hair tied up. Qi Liuhai covered his eyebrows and had a big black frame around his head as he looked at the information in his hands with his head lowered.

There were not many in their twenties who were reliable, except for me.

After reading the information, Zhang Xinya closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. It was unknown if she was sleeping or resting with squinted eyes. That young lad with a buzz cut was called Zhu Wei. Seeing that I seemed to be sizing up Zhang Xinya, he made an ambiguous gesture towards me.

I shook my head and looked at the unreliable cart. Suddenly, I had the feeling that I was from an older generation. But by contrast, this group of people who were about my age did experience a lot less. A few months ago, I was also a retard, but now I only feel that they're retards.

When they arrived, they got out of the car and took a look. This time, the place has not been excavated. We are not very clear on how the higher ups determined that there would be something below without the door opening. They only said that there should be a tomb here, but did not say how old it was.

My first reaction after reading it was to twitch the corner of my mouth. Fortunately, there were experts following behind me. If not, I wouldn't have known how to do it this time.

After getting off the car, he felt a sense of sadness. This area was overgrown with weeds, but it was also a field of withered yellow weeds. The ground was covered in yellow weeds, and a piercing cold wind was blowing on his face. Naturally, he wasn't in a good mood.

I helped unload my things from the trunk, rubbed my hands together, and sat cross-legged in my pocket.

They're distributing tools over there. Since I had the toolbox sent to me from above, I didn't bring the extra one this time. I don't care. After all, the former is much easier to use. Song Ping, on the other hand, felt very guilty.

"He was clearly moving together, but he is really a loner!" Stop talking. "

My forehead jumped. This voice was that of the boy called An Zi. He was only 22 years old this year, and he disliked me greatly. Song Ping came over with an awkward smile. Seeing that I didn't mind, he went to do something else.

I didn't care. I just sat there and watched them move around, turning over and over in my head just a few sentences. Every corner of such a vast, overgrown area could be an entrance, and beneath it could be the sleepless sleep of the people we had come to harass.

There were mountains on all four sides, and they couldn't see much about the one in front of them. It was getting dark, and we sat in front of the campfire after we had set up the tent.

Their discussions had been wild and unhurried, and most of it had been about the unique aspects of the tomb. Some of them were still trying to figure out what kind of magical things might be underneath, but they didn't care too much about the entrance.

Song Ping could not take it any longer and turned the topic back to the main topic at hand. "What we are discussing now is the entrance, not the magic ring inside … "Even if there is, we have to go in first, no?" "My dad will be here tonight," Zhang Xinya said. "He might be able to see it." Hm? Your father? " The apple-faced girl curiously said, "I've never seen your father before!" "Yes," Zhang Xin Ya said: "He has done a bit of research on this."

The apple-faced girl lowered her voice and said, "It's better than sleeping immediately after coming here." The two professors who had come with us had already gone to bed in the tent. The two of them had a tent to themselves, and dinner was also directly brought in with a heating bag to eat.

"Then we'll have to wait for your father to arrive. Sorry for troubling you to take a look, uncle." Song Ping said. He was indeed the most suitable person to be the captain, and they really couldn't get along with each other that easily.

"Since we have nothing to do, let's tell the horror story." Another girl screamed, "No!"

No one paid any attention to her. The other boys were already lining up.

"I'll go first." Liu Yang said, "I promise to stimulate them."

Although it was a terrifying story, the truth was that the meaning behind it was even stronger. "That ghost girl's figure is especially good, her breasts …" He sized up the girl with the apple face and smiled, "She's even bigger than Susu."

"You scoundrel!" Susu shouted, "Just tell me what you think, and use me as an analogy." Isn't this letting everyone know just how big they are? " He laughed.

Next was Song Ping. He waved his hand and walked over, and the buzz cut man said, "Let me speak the truth. My dad saw it when he was a kid. "

"Tell me, don't keep us in suspense!"

He smiled strangely and said, "My dad lived in the countryside when I was young. He had a friend who came from the neighboring village …"