It was a green field, and the water was already covered with green rice, which was straight, as if to show off its tall stature. A breeze blew, and it bent down shyly, like a shy little girl hiding to the side.

The sound of chopping timber came from a distance, and the sound was not loud, and it sounded a bit rustic. The voice came from the wooden house, a young man was bare, he looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was holding an axe that seemed to have been used for a long time.

"Pengzi, take a break, don't exhaust yourself," said a middle-aged man, with a dark face, squatting on the side of the small cabin, still muttering a cigarette in his mouth.

"Dad, why are you tired?" The guy turned around and said.

The middle-aged man smiled, took another puff on his cigarette, and said,

"Haha--what's the baby's grown up."

"What do you mean?" The young man spared his head and smiled.

The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other and smiled, didn't say much, got up and entered the house.

Coming to the house, this room is very simple, there are two large beds, the bed is made of some mountain wood, rectangular shape, the left room of the bed is the living room, it can be said to be a place for talks, the right side is the kitchen, this cottage is similar to a small attic, it is two floors.

Coming to the big bed, the middle-aged man said to the white-haired old man beside him,

"Wake up!" The words are simple, without a hint of hybridization.

The white-haired old man just shook his head, sighed, and said,

"The injuries of these five people are not light, they seem to have been poisoned by corpses, but the poison is expelled, as for whether they can wake up, it depends on their creation."

"Is there any other way to rely on creation," the middle-aged man asked, anxious, looking at the white-haired old man in the hope of finding a glimmer of hope from him.

The white-haired old man shook his head and said,

"There may be a way to do this, but it's a little hard." This was said very vaguely, and the middle-aged man didn't understand the meaning at all.

Then

"Ahem-" The voice came from the wooden bed,

"Patriarch, he's awake," said Xiao Jian, who was beside the middle-aged man, and hurriedly walked over to help the man lying on the wooden bed.

And the one who woke up on the wooden bed was Chen Xie, he was helped up, maybe he didn't feel very comfortable, he coughed out a few more times in his mouth, he slowly opened his eyes, and the white in front of him was like a fog, very blurry, probably because he had just woken up. And his head was dizzy again, and with a hint of headache, he tried to lie down again. Xiao Jian on the side saw that he was also helping to support, and after a long time, Chen Xie's brain came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he was suddenly startled,

"Where is this? Who are you? Chen Xie's emotions were a little excited, and he couldn't control them for a while.

Fortunately, Xiao Jian was in control, otherwise Chen Xie would definitely jump up and escape from the house.

"This is the tomb robbery village, and I am the patriarch of this village," the middle-aged man on the side said kindly.

"Yes, yes, boy, where are you, how did you come here," Xiao Jian couldn't help but say.

"Horn, glasses man, professor, fat man!" Chen Xie began to scream again.

"Alright, alright, don't make a fuss, boy, are they all here? It's just that he hasn't woken up yet," the white-haired old man said, and he also hurried over to appease Chen Xie.

Chen Xie was very uneasy, he looked to the side, and it was really as they said, they were lying on the wooden bed, Chen Xie tried to push the fat man on the side with his foot, Mom, he just didn't wake up.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man obviously knew that this young man might not believe them, and even thought that he was a bad person, so he hurriedly said,

"Don't bother, he won't wake up for a while, you will definitely question us as bad people, I tell you that we will not easily hurt others."

The words have already been said to this, Chen Xie also stopped the riot in his hand and asked,

"This is the Tomb Robbery Village, so are you-"

"Yes, we're the grave robbers," said Ken beside him. "And who are?" Chen Xie was already much more stable, and asked again.

The middle-aged man smiled and said,

"I am the patriarch of the tomb robbery village, this is the old man of the divine doctor, this is my assistant Xiao Jian," the middle-aged man pointed to the white-haired old man with one hand, and then pointed to Xiao Jian beside him.

"I see, but how could I be here," Chen Xie asked again.

"If you want to say this, you are really lucky, fortunately you met us, if you encounter any beasts or corpses, you will return to the west," the patriarch said, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff.

"Yes! You're in luck! We were going to the woods to explore and find our way, and suddenly there was a loud bang in front of us, which sounded like the sound of a bomb explosion, and then a flame burst into our faces, and then we found out that there was a situation and rushed over, and we thought it was very strange at the time, how could this place be on fire for no reason? I heard the patriarch say that it was man-made, so I rushed to save people, and when I came there, Mom, we were also shocked, how could there be so many snakes there, and there was actually a big cave, and you were sprayed up by the fire from that cave and fell directly on top of the grotto," Xiao Jian explained on the side.

"I see," Chen Xie finally understood.

"Hey, how did you end up there," the patriarch wondered.

Chen Xie looked up at the patriarch on the side, his skin was very dark, and there was a scar next to his eyes, it seemed that this scar was very deep, very short inches, and there was a trace of wrinkles hidden on his forehead, and as he went down, his eyes were very deep, as if he had experienced a lot of things, and looking at his eyes, Chen Xie did not feel scared at all, but in his eyes, it revealed a bit of intimacy, down, his fingers were very thick, like a person doing heavy work, maybe a seasoned person, his clothes were very simple, his clothes were shabby, There were small holes in the folds of the garment, which were obviously very old.

Chen Xie looked at it for a long time before he spoke,

"To say this, I am a student of Haicheng University, the school organized to go to Nanshan for a field trip, but unexpectedly encountered a storm on the way, so there was a car accident, and then there were only a few of us left, in order to survive we explored everywhere to find a way, we found an ancient house, and after entering, somehow, actually entered the ancient tomb by themselves, and then kept groping and marching to come here."

"That's right, I thought you were tomb robbers too," said Xiao Jian on the side.

"If you want to say that it is a tomb robbery, it can be said, because we are studying archaeology," said Chen Xie with a little pride.