Listening to the voice, my mother was a little anxious.
"I'm fine. Do you want to ask me about Ye Zhiwei?"
Xiao Feng asked.
"I don't care whether he lives or lives, I'm just worried about you."
"Because of his death, several other sects have become wary of you. You must be careful."
Ye Wenjun reminded.
"Don't worry, I will do it."
Xiao Feng felt very warm inside.
"That's good. I will go back to Gaohai tonight. I must take good care of myself and my sister."
Ye Wenjun was very reluctant to leave, but he had to leave.
Just as she was about to hang up the phone, Xiao Feng suddenly said: "Mom, wait for me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Ye Wenjun said softly: "Okay, Mom is waiting for you."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Feng showed a smile.
As long as I can reunite with my parents, everything is worth it.
He seemed to see the sweet scene of a family of four. This was the life he longed for most.
…
He stayed in the hospital all morning. In the afternoon, when he was about to go to Lu Hongge to settle accounts, he suddenly received a call from Wu Yongxin, the director of the North China University Museum.
"Haha...Professor Xiao, good afternoon."
"Hello Director Wu, do you have anything to do with me?"
Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
"That's right, I just received a notice that an ancient tomb was discovered in Yixian County."
"We are getting ready to leave immediately and plan to conduct a comprehensive archaeological excavation. Can Professor Xiao come with us?"
Wu Yongxin invited.
"Tomb?"
Xiao Feng didn't want to go because he had no interest in archeology.
But Wu Yongxin invited him repeatedly and couldn't stand the other party's insistence, so he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
"Okay, then I'll go with you."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Feng sent the address.
About half an hour later, a minibus stopped at the door of the hospital.
Wu Yongxin got out of the car to greet him wearing a set of clothes from the 1990s and glasses.
"Professor Xiao, thank you for joining us."
"Director Wu, you're welcome, let's go."
The two shook hands warmly, and Xiao Feng followed them onto the bus.
The car was full of people. Except for a few teachers, most of them were archaeological team members and some students.
He also saw a familiar face, the most beautiful instructor in the history department, Yan Haiyue.
"Professor Xiao, sit here with me."
Yan Haiyue was very enthusiastic and greeted with a smile.
"Teacher Yan, why are you here too?"
Xiao Feng walked over and sat down.
"Haha...it's okay anyway, just keep studying."
"I haven't personally been to the ancient tomb yet. I also want to visit the architecture of the underground palace."
Yan Haiyue said with a smile.
"Aren't you afraid? What if the corpse is faked?"
Xiao Feng deliberately scared her.
"Stop it, I don't believe it."
"Hahaha...I didn't lie to you."
The two of them chatted and chatted, and the atmosphere was quite good, with laughter and laughter.
Yan Haiyue secretly showed a sneer. As long as the two of them went down to the underground palace, she could find an opportunity to get rid of Xiao Feng without anyone noticing.
The bus bumped for more than four hours before arriving in Yixian County.
This place is about 300 kilometers away from Jinmen and is one of the burial places of the Manchu and Qing imperial tombs.
Turning east and west along the loess road, the bus finally stopped at the foot of a mountain.
After everyone got off the bus, they walked for about half an hour before arriving at the ancient tomb site.
Warning cordons have been set up all around, and security personnel are maintaining order. Many local villagers are watching the excitement from a distance.
"Professor Wu, you are finally here."
A middle-aged man wearing a suit, with a small parting of his hair, and an elegant manner came forward to greet him.
Behind him were two middle-aged men wearing cloth clothes and shoes.
Both of them had beards and carried wooden swords on their backs, and looked like charlatans.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"I'm sorry, Director Qiu, for keeping you waiting."
Wu Yongxin said hello, and the other person was the director of the local archaeological bureau.
As soon as he heard that the ancient tomb had been discovered, Director Qiu rushed to the scene as soon as possible.
Everyone passed through the cordon and came to the edge of the ancient tomb.
In front of him was a deep pit two meters square. It was unclear how deep it was. It was pitch black below. It was initially determined to be about twenty meters deep.
I learned from Director Qiu that a local villager planned to dig a pond here, and ended up digging an ancient tomb.
Wu Yongxin took a flashlight and looked down, his expression changed.
"Director Qiu, this should be a burglary hole."
"It's just weird, this robbery hole is a bit big."
The entrance of this hole is at least two meters square. Generally, tomb robbers will dig a hole less than one meter wide in order to cover up their holes. This is also convenient for covering up.
"Professor Wu has good eyesight. This is indeed a hole in the sky."
"It's just that the hole was not dug by humans, but by animals."
At this time, one of the men in civilian clothes carrying a wooden sword suddenly spoke.
"Director Qiu, who is this gentleman?"
Wu Yongxin asked with a smile.
"Oh, look at my memory."
"Let me introduce you grandly, these two are Master Shi Qianjin Shi and Master Mo Douhun."
"The two masters are Taishan Beidou in the northern magic world, elders of the Dingxian Sect."
What? Dingxian Sect?
Xiao Feng suddenly realized that they looked familiar, and he remembered who these two people were.
When he went to the Qinglong Temple in Dawa Village before, he met these two elders of the Dingxian Sect. At that time, they were having a quarrel with the disciples of the Qinglong Temple.
In the end, because of Xiao Feng's secret instigation, these two people fought a bloody battle with the high priest Zhao Tianci, and almost lost their lives in Qinglong Temple.
This... charlatan?
"Director Qiu, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Wu Yongxin's expression froze and he pulled Director Qiu aside.
"Bureau Qiu, we are here for archeology, not to see a dancing master."
"Why did you invite these two people here? Isn't this nonsense?"
Director Qiu said with a grimace: "Oh, you don't know."
"This ancient tomb was discovered five days ago. In these five days, three local villagers died."
"I heard that the death of these three people was extremely horrific. All the flesh on their bodies was gone. Do you think they were evil?"
"Ah? Is there still such a thing?"
Wu Yongxin was stunned: "How could someone die? These villagers went to the ancient tomb?"
"No, such a deep tomb."
"Who dares to go down except the tomb robbers who are desperate for their lives?"
"I heard from local villagers that there are unclean things crawling out of this ancient tomb at night."
Director Qiu said nervously.
"What? Things can come out of ancient tombs? Humph!"
"I said Bureau Qiu, we are all people who believe in science."
"How can you believe this kind of nonsense? It's obviously alarmist."
Wu Yongxin smiled disdainfully and said firmly.
He has dug many ancient tombs and has never seen anything happen.
These are all false rumors and are pure nonsense.
"Hey! I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist."
"It won't hurt if we make more preparations."
"Let me tell you, I have many connections and paid a lot of money to invite these two masters. You must not screw them up for me."
Director Qiu said with a cold face.
Seeing the other party's serious face, Wu Yongxin shook his head and sighed.
You, the dignified director of the Archaeological Bureau, actually believe such unreliable things? Doesn’t this make people laugh out loud?