Zhao Fan waved his hand arrogantly and said, "No, I don't know my own body yet?" I'm not sick, it's God jealous of me, you know? God is jealous of talents! ”

Yan Mu almost laughed out loud.

Bo Junxiao was also a little speechless.

Yan Ci looked a little embarrassed, his old uncle was so narcissistic that his face was not ordinarily thick, and he could choke people to death when he spoke.

However, Yan Ci also knew in his heart that his uncle also had real skills, a leader in the archaeological field of country Z, and he was also particularly authoritative in the group of antique collectors in Kyoto.

To put it bluntly, it is indeed a bit narcissistic capital.

"You don't have to, I-"

Zhao Fan wanted to say something, but suddenly slammed it.

The corners of Yan Mu's lips were picked, and she increased the infusion of aura a little during the massage, which Zhao Fan should be able to feel.

"Hmm...... So comfortable! ”

Zhao Fan only felt a cool and comfortable breath coming in from his temples, and he kept wandering all over his body, and the soreness and dizziness in his whole body suddenly subsided a lot.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Yan Mu.

Yan Mu smiled at him.

"Little girl, how do you get this massage?" Zhao Fan felt very strange, he had lived for such a long time, and it was the first time that he could feel the existence of a special aura.

Or is it just too comfortable and delusional?

But the massage can make people feel comfortable like this, which is also shocking enough.

"Mr. Zhao,"

Yan Mu smiled and said, "You have to tell us, otherwise, if I stop massaging, your body will continue to be uncomfortable." ”

She could feel that the aura and the corrosive thing in Zhao Fan's body could cancel each other out, and if she infused a little more aura, she could slowly and completely disintegrate this kind of thing.

It's just that Yan Mu is very curious, what that thing is and how did it get into Zhao Fan's body.

She had a gut feeling that figuring out this would give her a deeper understanding of the aura in her body.

She couldn't let go of this opportunity, she had to ask something from Zhao Fan's mouth.

Zhao Fan took a serious look at Yan Mu, and then looked at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci frowned and said, "Uncle, listen to Xiao Mu, talk about it quickly!" ”

Zhao Fan lay there and thought about it, and finally said solemnly: "Let's say, this thing is indeed strange, didn't I participate in the excavation of an ancient tomb a while ago, and I started to feel uncomfortable from that time." ”

Yan Mu's eyes jumped.

"Oh?"

Yan Ci frowned, "Then you yourself are unwell?" ”

"So I don't think it's anything to do with it—"

Zhao Fan was also very puzzled, "The excavation of the ancient tomb, there are more than forty staff involved, even the experts who are with me, there are seven or eight, no one else is sick, I started to get sick, isn't this jealousy of talent?" ”

Bo Junxiao and the others directly ignored his last sentence, but what Zhao Fan said so, this matter really seems to have nothing to do with his work.

"Old sir,"

Yan Mu thought for a while and asked, "Are there any things that others haven't touched, but only you have come into contact with?" ”

Zhao Fan twisted his eyebrows and recalled: "If there is anything different, there is really something related to me." ”

"What is it?" Yan Ci hurriedly asked.

"That mutilated tombstone,"

Zhao Fan said, "Because I have a high talent for the study of ancient characters, I am much better than those experts who sell their reputations, so the text on the tombstone was translated by me, and I have been in contact with the tombstone for a long time." ”