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The land of sinkholes is not so easy to provoke.

For this, Qin Feng understood very well in his heart.

"Thank you Master Qin for your advice, when the matter is settled, I will personally thank Master Qin!" Li Tianhai received Qin Feng's help and said very gratefully.

"I'm not a temple person after all, don't mind Boss Li!" Qin Feng explained to himself indifferently.

"I understand, Master Qin. Li Tianhai understands very well that what Qin Feng said is true, this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can solve.

"Okay, Boss Li, send me back to school! Qin Feng said lightly.

"Okay, I'll send Master Qin back to school, and by the way, I will handle Master Qin's affairs together!" Li Tianhai didn't have any excuses, and said directly and briskly.

……

The two returned to the car again, and Li Tianhai sent Qin Feng back to Beijing University.

After arriving at the school, Qin Feng got off the bus and went directly back to the dormitory.

And Li Tianhai went to the principal's office.

……

Qin Feng no longer paid attention to the matter of the sinkhole on Li Tianhai's construction site.

Now I can't get involved in this matter at all.

As the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a tall one on top.

Although it is said that the land of Tiankeng is a great merit here, compared to the gains and losses, Qin Feng has not lost his mind.

And so the days went by.

On the surface, it looks very flat and comfortable.

Qin Feng also took classes seriously day by day, after Li Tianhai sent him back last time, the principal later found himself once, and implicitly told himself that if there is anything, just say it directly, don't be polite, and at the same time, there is also a flattering meaning in his tone.

It's been almost a month.

In the past month, Qin Feng didn't have any abnormal thoughts, let alone go to Li Tianhai's construction site to have a look.

Qin Feng still went to class as usual.

There are many professional courses in the Department of Archaeology, which are not usually learned, on this day, an old professor, after class, Qin Feng was about to leave, at this time, the old professor suddenly stepped off the podium and stopped Qin Feng.

"Classmate Qin Feng, wait a minute, I have something I want to tell you. "The old professor has white hair, Qin Feng looked at it, this old professor is called Zuo Liangcai.

"Okay, Professor Zuo. Although Qin Feng had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask about it, but accepted it.

The class had already ended, and the students had almost left the classroom, and at this time, Qin Feng followed behind Professor Zuo and walked towards his office.

As a professor at Kyoto University, it is natural that he has his own independent one-room office.

"Classmate Qin Feng, sit down, I'll make you a cup of tea!" Zuo Liangcai was very polite.

And the doubts in Qin Feng's heart are also even more vigorous, because Zuo Liangcai's attitude is too abnormal, the first one is a student, and the other party is a teacher, it is impossible to be so polite and flattering.

Even if you want to say something to yourself, you don't have to.

Second, even if the principal wanted to please himself, he was not so explicit.

"No need, Professor Zuo, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Qin Feng said.

"It's okay, it's out of the way. Zuo Liangcai said to Qin Feng enthusiastically, walked over, brewed the tea, and brought it to Qin Feng.

"Professor Zuo, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Qin Feng's tone changed, becoming a little cold, the more polite Professor Zuo was, the more abnormal things became.

"Okay, classmate Qin Feng, I have a question I want to ask you. Hearing the change in Qin Feng's tone, Zuo Liang got up, sat down, stared at Qin Feng, and asked.

"Professor Zuo, you ask. Although Qin Feng's tone was cold, he was still very polite.

Qin Feng knows that Professor Zuo Liangcai is a well-known professor in the archaeological field, and he was hired by Beijing University to teach at the school, and what Qin Feng admires is that Professor Zuo Liangcai has been engaged in archaeological work for more than 40 years, and has never been greedy for an antique object, and all his net worth has been donated to charity.

Life is very poor, let alone a house or a car.

Every month's salary, as well as the bonuses in the past, except for leaving his own living needs, the rest were all donated, for such a fearless and caring person, this is the reason why Qin Feng respects.

"Classmate Qin Feng, I heard that you are a family heirloom feng shui monk, I don't know if it's true?" Zuo Liang looked at Qin Feng expectantly and asked.

"Yes!" Qin Feng did not deny that his identity had already spread in this circle of high-level officials in Beijing, and Professor Zuo Liangcai was qualified to know the information of his identity, which Qin Feng knew in his heart.

"Is it true? That's good, that's good, Xiao Qin, I have something I want to ask you for help, I don't know if you'd like to help me as a feng shui monk, this bad old man?"

Zuo Liang heard Qin Feng's affirmative answer, and he was so happy that he even changed his name.

"Professor Zuo, I won't tell you, I have to look at something, and there are some things that I am not qualified to help with. ”

Qin Feng looked at Zuo Liangcai, was silent for a moment, and looked at it from his face, "Professor Zuo doesn't have any illness and disaster, since the other party wants to make a move as a feng shui monk, then there is only one possibility, judging from the nature of the other party's work, it is mostly about some ancient tomb." ”

So Qin Feng thought about it for a while before he spoke.

"I understand this, I have also been in contact with some feng shui monks, and I also have some understanding of this traditional Chinese culture profession, feng shui monks are the essence of traditional culture, which can be passed down for thousands of years, all feng shui monks are a group of amazing characters, this time, I have also found a few feng shui monks, but they are not willing to help me, a bad old man, maybe my bad old man has no face in their eyes!"

Zuo Liangcai laughed self-deprecatingly, paused, stood up, walked to the desk next to him, and took out a file bag from the drawer.

"Xiao Qin, look at this!" Zuo Liang handed the file bag to Qin Feng and said.

Qin Feng's face was stunned, and he took the file bag in Zuo Liangcai's hand.

The file bag is an ordinary kraft paper file bag, and judging from the thickness of the appearance, there are not many things inside.

Qin Feng untied the rope of the file bag.

Took out the files inside.

After a while, Qin Feng's face suddenly became surprised.

His expression also changed.

Exclaimed.

"Corpse Digger!"

“……”

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