"You know how to be lazy." I saw the fat man rip off his clothes and open his chest to cool off there. Zhang Meng hurriedly stopped: "I said, you bear with it, this is an underground tomb, in case any poisonous insects bite you, it will not be good." ”

"Got it, got it." Although the fat man looked impatient, he still put on his clothes, and looked at Zhang Meng with a pair of small eyes: "Do you want me to put on the gas mask too, fat master?" ”

"You dead fat." Zhang Meng saw that the fat man still had the heart to talk to himself, so he said angrily: "It seems that you are almost rested, so don't be idle, go over and take a look." ”

"Cut, you know to call the fat man."

As he spoke, the fat man had already stood up, and when he saw Professor Fang lying under the sarcophagus regardless of his image, he asked, "How is it, Professor Fang, do you see anything?" ”

"This ...... This one...... There are indeed some words on it, but they don't seem to be common words. ”

"What kind of text is that?"

Seeing that the fat man was still stubbornly questioning Professor Fang, Zhang Meng hurriedly gave the fat man a look.

"Professor Fang, please stand up first, and I'll go over and take a look, fatty." The fat man understood what Zhang Meng meant, and said immediately.

"You?" Hearing the fat man say that he wanted to see the text on it, Professor Fang said with some disbelief: "Fat comrade, this is not the official book of the Han Dynasty that I saw just now. ”

"I'll go." Of course, the fat man heard Professor Fang's words, and asked angrily, "Professor Fang, are you really a fat man, I don't have any skills?" ”

"I didn't mean that." Seeing that the fat man had broken his words, Professor Fang was also a little embarrassed.

While Professor Fang got up to explain, the fat man suddenly got under the coffin.

"Fat comrade, you ......" Professor Fang didn't expect the fat man to be so good at picking time.

Lady on the side grabbed Professor Fang's hand: "Professor Fang, let him take a look first." ”

"This ......" Although Professor Fang was still a little hesitant, when he saw the trusting eyes of Lady Na and Zhang Meng, he suddenly felt that he was underestimating the fat man.

More than ten minutes passed, and I saw the fat man crawling around under the sarcophagus alone, and finally everyone was a little impatient, so Zhang Meng said: "Fat man, what's the situation below." ”

"Huh?" The fat man shouted at the waist: "His grandmother's, this thing is not an inscription, but it is not a inscription either." ”

"What's that?"

"I'll have to watch a little longer." Saying that, the fat man shouted loudly at Professor Fang and Professor Lou: "I said Professor Fang, did you just look at this character a bit like a ghost cave text of a peerless person?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Professor Fang also nodded again and again as if in a dream: "Comrade Fat is right, the text structure on this is indeed very similar to the ghost cave text excavated in the Exquisite Ancient City. However, my understanding of the ghost cave script is still at the initial level, and I cannot fully translate it. ”

"It's useless to be able to translate." The fat man said.

"Huh?" Professor Fang opened his mouth wide in confusion.

"Because this is not the ghost cave text of the Exquisite Ancient City at all." The fat man scolded: "Although there are few people in this world who can read the ghost cave text, unfortunately, I am one of them." ”

Listening to the fat man's words, several experts and professors who were not familiar with the fat man were all taken aback. Lady Na had to explain to everyone that the fat man's father was a famous archaeologist in the past, and he was only persecuted because of some things. As soon as they heard this, Professor Fang and Professor Lou shook their heads and sighed, saying that the fat man is the material for this piece, if it weren't for his bad luck, maybe he would be a professor now.

"Fatty, can you understand it?" Zhang Meng urged again.

"It's really going to take some time." The fat man lay on the ground and said: "Don't worry, fortunately, there are a few simple patterns on it, if you compare it according to the font of the ghost cave script, and then combine the patterns on it, you can still interpret some information." ”

Hearing what the fat man said, Professor Fang on the side said eagerly: "That's right, that's right, there are commonalities in the appearance of words, Jing Jue and Xiao Wan all belong to the countries near Lop Nur, and the words must be similar." Since Comrade Fat is so proficient in ghost cave writing, then I am afraid that these words will not be difficult for Comrade Fat. ”

"That's, don't look at my belly, fat man, how big my belly is, how much ink there is."

"Fatty, don't think about it yourself, you tell me about the pattern under the sarcophagus, and everyone will brainstorm it." Lady said.

"Yes." After some praise just now, the fat man himself was a little fluttering, knowing that if he couldn't translate it, he would definitely make a fool of himself, and the fat man would be embarrassed, but he didn't want to lose his father's face.

"There are just a few patterns on it, and it's all very simple. From my point of view, it seems that a person suddenly appears in a country, and then the people of the country, including the king, respectfully respect this person as king. The fat man explained.

"And then?"

"By the way, this man is covered in robes." The fat man's voice seemed to be a metaphor for something.

"That country can't be this Xiaowan country, right?"

"It's not." Professor Fang, who had already seen the pattern below, shook his head and said, "Judging from the clothes on that pattern, it should be the ancient kingdom of Loulan. ”

"Loulan?"

"That's right." At this time, the fat man also affirmed: "It's the Loulan Kingdom, and the next picture expresses the meaning that since the worship of this outsider as the queen, the development of the ancient country of Loulan has progressed by leaps and bounds, and then it began to send messages to several surrounding countries respectively." The letter should have been written, Prophet...... Sacrifice...... Surrender ......"

"Could it be that the outsider is the prophet?" Without waiting for the fat man to continue, Zhang Meng turned his head and looked at Lambert beside him.

"Prophet?" Lambert's eyes flickered, and he shook his head frequently: "How is it possible, how can the prophet of our Roman Empire appear in the East?" It's incredible. ”

"Mr. Lambert, you haven't seen how you know it's impossible." Zhang Meng said.

"No, no." Lambert denied: "Our prophet will never be here, never!" ”

Seeing Lambert's strange expression, Zhang Meng vaguely felt that something seemed to be a little wrong, this Lambert had deliberately been hiding something since he proposed to go back just now, could it be that Bogut had already found something in this ancient tomb?

Just as Zhang Meng was thinking wildly, a clear and strange sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the altar.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Everyone was frightened by the sudden footsteps and covered their mouths.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Although the footsteps were very soft, they were very clear, and the sound was not like that of normal people walking, no one would walk so lightly, and this feeling was like doing it deliberately.