Tong Yan didn't care about eating, so he hurriedly got up and followed. Human life is at stake, and he really can't ignore it.

As he had speculated, the men in front of him were indeed a group of archaeologists. A few days ago, they got the news that there was an ancient tomb of a general nearby, and in order to protect the cultural relics in the tomb, they came here early.

However, contrary to their wishes, although they had found the location of the tomb, they were trapped outside the tomb door and could not enter. And just like that, it's been dragging on for seven or eight days.

Because the town is a little closer to the general's tomb, archaeologists often come here to replenish their supplies.

But unexpectedly, this time they didn't finish their meal, so they left the town in a hurry, could it be that something happened?

Tong Yan didn't say anything, just followed behind those archaeologists. It wasn't until those archaeologists got into the car that he had to increase his speed several times. Of course, in order to avoid causing unnecessary panic, he dodged along the way, and it took him more than half an hour to reach his destination.

It's a village, a little backward. Although the spring breeze of reform has blown all over the country, the gap between the rich and the poor in China should not be underestimated.

The village road is supposed to be a cement road that has just been paved for a short time, and the houses in the village look very shabby compared to this brand new road. There are only a few brick houses, most of which are half-brick and half-earth houses, and some are simply mud houses.

There are about 30 families in the village, many of which raise cattle and poultry. Poultry is used to lay eggs, or to eat meat, while cattle are raised to cultivate the land.

Yes, common tractors are very rare here, and even Tong Yan can only see the lonely one at a glance.

The backwardness of the village was obvious, but the archaeologists drove their cars into the village. It seems that they used the village as a stronghold to facilitate better archaeological research.

Of course, Tong Yan would not rush directly to tell them that some of their companions had already entered the body and needed to be dealt with urgently. If he did this, it is estimated that not only would he not be able to save people, but he would also have to be treated as mentally ill by them.

So he decided to find out the purpose of the archaeologists' trip first, and then find out how and where the young man got the corpse gas. Only by understanding these can he completely get rid of the root of the corpse qi, so as to ensure the safety of the people on this side.

He wanted to find Qing Ming and Qiang Liang as soon as possible, but saving people was like fighting a fire, and he would never do anything if he didn't save him.

Sometime later, the team's car stopped in front of a fairly clean courtyard at the east end of the village.

The owner of this courtyard should be one of the few wealthy families in this village, first of all, the courtyard gate is a tall iron gate, and a four-wheeled tractor and an ordinary motorcycle are parked in the courtyard. The houses in the courtyard are made of bricks, and the roof is wrapped in iron sheets, which not only protects against wind and rain, but also is very durable.

After the members of the archaeological team got out of the car, they pushed the door and walked into the courtyard.

Tong Yan had the heart to find out, but he thought about it or forgot it, but walked to the house of a broken house next to him.

Compared to the family just now, this family is simply a world of difference. Broken wooden doors, broken houses, and even the clothes hanging in the yard were full of patches. The gap between the rich and the poor is very intuitively reflected in this village.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the courtyard, and the old man was sitting on a horse, concentrating on weaving baskets with bamboo strips.

The old man's age should have entered the age of antiquity, although his hair is not completely white, but the wrinkles on his face are already very deep. The old man must have smoked for most of his life, and even now he weaves baskets, and he still has a pipe in his mouth.

Tong Yan walked to the door and hesitated slightly, then said, "Uncle, I'm passing by, can you beg for saliva to drink?" ”

When the old man heard Tong Yan's voice, he immediately looked up, and saw that Tong Yan was dressed plainly and looked kind, so he nodded and said, "Come in, there is a well in the yard, you can fetch water and drink it yourself!" ”

When Tong Yan heard this, he was not polite, and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and walked into the courtyard. Looking in the direction of the old man's finger, he saw a well.

Along the way, he was indeed a little thirsty, so he went directly to the well and fetched a bucket of water.

Not to mention, the water in this well is very delicious, not only cool, but also sweet in the mouth, I don't know how many times better than those mineral waters on the market.

Tong Yan drank two scoops of water, and then walked to the old man satisfied.

"Thank you so much, uncle. The water you have here is so delicious, one side of the water and soil, and one side of the people, this is not false at all. ”

When the old man heard this, he smiled and said, "You're not passing by, are you?" Are you the archaeological team? I've said it many times, young man, don't ask me about the general's tomb again. Not only will I not say it, but I advise you not to provoke it. The tomb was not clean, and it had been poisoned. It's best to let it sit quietly, and whoever provokes it will die! ”

Hearing the three words of the general's tomb, Tong Yan couldn't help but think about it secretly. Could it be that the young man of the archaeological team was invaded by the corpse qi because he entered the general's tomb? If that's the case, I'm afraid the source of the disaster should be the general's tomb.

Thinking of this, Tong Yan immediately smiled and said, "Uncle, you are really wrong, I am not a member of the archaeological team at all." To be precise, I am an immortal cultivator! ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately laughed. "Young man, are you still cultivating immortals like this? Do you watch too much TV? Fool me, I'm not a three-year-old doll. ”

Tong Yan smiled faintly: "Of course you are not a three-year-old doll, it is precisely because of your rich experience that I will tell you the truth." Uncle, I am indeed a person who cultivates immortals, and the reason why I came to your village is precisely because I saw someone who was invaded by corpse qi, if he is not treated, it will be three days long, or one day, and that person will turn into zombies and plague this place! What a zombie is, I think you should know. ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a serious face.

"Is what you said true or false, young man? Why can't I believe it? ”

Tong Yan smiled mysteriously and said, "If you want to find out whether what I said is true or false, you just need to try it." Uncle, you take a needle and go to the house next to you. If you see a young man in a beige military uniform with his hair tied up, you can secretly prick him with a needle. At that point, you will naturally understand everything. ”

"What? You're going to let me prick someone with a needle? Those people are archaeologists sent by the state, how can I do that? Young man, you must be lying to me, old man, I don't want to be fooled by this. ”

Tong Yan saw that the old man didn't believe it, hesitated for a moment, and picked up a brick on the ground instead.

"Uncle, is this brick hard?"

The old man nodded and said, "Hard, hard!" ”

Tong Yan smiled and said, "Look, it's about to break!" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden force in his hand, and immediately after, the brick turned into powder in his hand.

When the old man saw it, he thought he was dazzled, and rubbed his eyes several times, only then did he determine that the brick had indeed been pinched into powder by Tong Yan.

"I'm a good boy, boy, how did you do that?"

Tong Yan smiled smugly: "Now you believe in my identity, right?" Grab a needle and test it! ”

The old man has lived for decades, but it is the first time he has seen such a powerful character as Tong Yan.

He no longer hesitated, nodded, got up and walked into the house, took a needle, and went to the rich family next to him as Tong Yan instructed.

Can a needle really detect whether the young man is infected with corpse gas? The answer will be revealed soon!

(End of chapter)