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When they arrived at the small courtyard, Mr. Yu said to Chu Luo: "If the tomb owner is not willing to let us dig when he comes back, then you should tell the tomb owner not to let the tomb robbers go in again."

The owner of the tomb doesn't feel sorry for those cultural relics, they do.

It's better to let those cultural relics be buried deep in the soil.

Chu Luo nodded.

Mr. Yu and his friends live in a small farmyard next door. In the middle of the two small courtyards, there is a century-old tree.

Now the branches are lush and leafy, and the crown of the tree is spread out widely, like a big unfolded umbrella, casting a large shadow under the tree.

At this time, the leaves are not in line with the season, and they are falling.

Under the tree, Song Zhinan was raising his head, raising his hands high and spinning in circles in mid-air. His face was full of excitement, and he was mumbling to himself, like a madman.

Of course, these are all in the eyes of others.

But in Chu Luo's eyes.

Song Zhinan was holding Song Miaomiao, and the leaves rolled down from her fingertips one by one.

Song Miaomiao laughed loudly.

And from the thick branches, a plain white satin skirt floated down. As the feet swayed, flowers rippled in the air.

The face hidden among the trees couldn't be seen clearly, but her cheerful voice could be heard.

Chu Luo: "..."

Zhu Yuanze was about to leave when Chu Luo grabbed his arm.

Zhu Yuanze: "Is something wrong, Master Chu?"

Chu Luo: "Yes. I have found the owner of the tomb. I may need to talk to her later, but some professional questions probably need to be answered by Mr. Yu and Mr. Su."

Zhu Yuanze blinked.

He followed Chu Luo's eyes and looked over.

I saw Song Zhinan who looked like a fool, and then I saw large tracts of green leaves falling from the branches despite no wind.

His mind came back to reality instantly, he took a breath and his eyes widened.

"I...I'm going to call the teacher and the others now."

Chu Luo watched Zhu Yuanze go to the small courtyard next door almost hand in hand.

…

The living room of the small farmhouse was kept very clean.

Mr. Yu and Mr. Su were sitting on wooden chairs, and Zhu Yuanze was sitting on a small stool behind them. The tall man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, huddled up, feeling helpless and pitiful.

After Song Qianya brought the tea, she sat on the chair next to Chu Luo. Although her expression was calm, there was obviously a bit of curiosity and fear in her eyes.

Song Zhinan was sitting on a chair carelessly, with Song Miaomiao sitting on his lap.

Chu Luo looked at Mr. Yu and the others, then at the woman sitting on the other chair, "Lao Yu and Mr. Su, do you need me to open your eyes so that you can talk to her directly?"

When Yu Lao and Su Lao heard this, they shook their heads repeatedly.

Especially Zhu Yuanze, who was sitting in the back, shook his head to reveal the afterimage.

"Hmph. Timid."

Chu Luo: "..."

She just pretended not to hear.

Mr. Yu coughed and asked: "I don't know the owner of the tomb..."

Chu Luo reminded: "She is a young and beautiful girl."

Yu Lao changed his mind and said, "I wonder what this girl's surname is?"

"Cheng Yuan."

Mr. Yu asked again: "Miss Cheng, I wonder if we can dig your tomb. Because your tomb has been stolen by tomb robbers. According to our country's protection principles for cultural relics, we should dig your tomb to protect the inside."

cultural relics.”

Cheng Yuan: "If you dig it out, where will I live?"

Yu Lao: "..."

He looked at Chu Luo.

This is not a problem that his expertise can solve.

Chu Luo asked Cheng Yuan, "Where do you want to live?"

Cheng Yuan looked at his fingers boredly, "I think it's pretty good here now and I don't want to change places."

Mr. Yu didn't want to force others. After all, this tomb has an owner. "Can you please trouble Miss Cheng not to let tomb robbers in again?"

Cheng Yuan shook his head: "No. It's too boring inside the tomb. Occasionally a few people come in, which is quite interesting."

Yu Lao: "..."

Mr. Su coughed and took over the conversation, "Well, why don't Miss Cheng let us in? With so many of us going in, Miss Cheng won't be bored." m.

Cheng Yuan still shook his head, "You will be cursed if you enter the tomb. You are not bad people. If you are cursed if you enter the tomb, will it be blamed on me?"

She warned: "You want to harm me?"

Mr. Su: "..."

Yu Lao: "..."
Chapter completed!