"Get out of the way!" shouted Wushuang, reminding Professor Monalo. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Taking advantage of the gap between Xiao Zhao's mouth, Wushuang reached into his mouth with a dagger, piercing the tip of his tongue, and suddenly a hot feeling woke up Xiao Zhao, and he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood.

"Hmm......" he retched, his expression very painful, and he vomited all the food he had eaten three days ago.

Xiao Zhao vomited for a while, and his stomach was empty, so he barely lay down, and his whole face was now green. At this time, the doctor also came, and he couldn't do anything, so he prescribed some medicine, saying that Xiao Zhao was suffering from heat stroke.

"Xiao Zhao, are you better, how do you feel now?" Professor Monalo sat beside him and said with concern, these are his students, these students have a high degree of education, and the lowest must be graduate students, this is also their internship before they get their diplomas.

This is a great archaeological excavation, and the professors are all proud protégés, as long as they can study the owner of this golden jade robe, then their graduation thesis will cause a sensation at home and abroad. The teacher's idea was good, but the result was not close to the ideal, and Professor Monalo was sending his protégés to hell.

"Teacher...... I see it...... I see it...... It's the devil! It's the devil! No...... No! no!! I want to go back, let me go home! I want to go home!!" Xiao Zhao covered his face, and the seven-foot man actually cried.

"Brother, don't cry, tell me, what did you dream about just now? You won't die, you won't die, you will all come home alive. Wushuang comforted him, in fact, Xiao Zhao is older than him, and in normal times, these high-achieving students who are engaged in academic research will not look at him as a little ruffian at all, but now it is different, more yang energy is needed here, Xiao Zhao doesn't want to have only one person around him, even if the person who talks to him is a good brother.

"It's him! It's him! He's a demon!" Xiao Zhao was already incoherent, he was so scared that he couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't even say a complete sentence in the bed.

"Master Shuang, look at this ......"

"Professor, go and see how the other students are doing, don't let everyone fall asleep, you take care of Xiao Zhao, nothing will happen with me! You go and call everyone over and gather together!" Wushuang commanded.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it right away. Professor Monalo didn't dare to hesitate.

He is now a herdsman, not only in the eyes of others, but even adapted to life on the steppe, no different from Mongolian herdsmen. He used to be like a caravan brother, with a wine bag hanging from his waist wherever he went, and the wine bag was full of spirits.

He unscrewed the lid of the wine bag and handed it to Xiao Zhao, and the aroma of wine in the wine bag instantly diffused, dispersing the yin qi in the tent. This is all the fine wine that Yun Qiang specially brewed for him, and he can't buy it for any amount of money on the market, can it not be fragrant?

"Dude, do you want to drink? Wushuang shook it in front of him in a friendly way.

These students don't talk about their jobs, they rarely drink, they are all polite, and they wear small glasses that can be poured with a bottle of beer. But now, the aroma of this wine is like a poppy to dispel the haze in Xiao Zhao's heart, he borrowed the wine bag, poured a big sip, and in an instant, the hot scorching heat went down his throat and hit the meridians of his body, and finally warmed up.

"Whew...... Call...... ...... "He put down his wine bag, his face flushed and panting.

"Dude, are you feeling better?" Wushuang patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, fellow, thanks to your sip of wine!" Xiao Zhao regarded Wushuang as a nearby herdsman who delivered mutton.

"Huh...... You're welcome, don't call me a fellow countryman, I'm just like you, I'm also Han, I'm afraid we'll all have to work together in the next few days. ”

"No, you go quickly, it's the curse of the devil! We can't survive! You can go quickly!" As soon as he talked about work, Xiao Zhao remembered the nightmare just now.

"Tell me, what did you dream about? Isn't it a nightmare? Heart, after all, they are all a group of children, don't look at the age of me, but the nature of their work is different, doing this business, in addition to the halo on the top of the head, there will be some evil things, just your courage is not suitable.

Xiao Zhao shook his head desperately, still not daring to speak. It's not that he doesn't trust Wushuang, this archaeological excavation is absolutely secret, this large area has been blocked by the armed police, and it is impossible for Wushuang to get in if he is not an insider. He didn't dare to say that there was something else to hide.

With his little caution, he can still hide it from Wushuang, Wushuang smiled, since he didn't want to say it, he didn't force it. He walked out of the tent and smoked a cigarette. Outside, the dark clouds overhead were thick, and lightning clicked down, and the dark clouds were pressed very low and within reach. The wind swept through the beautiful savannah with sand grains, as if the end of the world was coming.

After a while, Professor Monalo called the other students as well, and this time he came out with more than 20 students, all of whom had backgrounds, and as long as they went back to their graduation theses after this archaeological practice, they would be real archaeologists in the future. But less than seven or eight have survived now.

Archaeology sounds good, but it is a chore, they are different from tomb robbers, tomb robbers only take the Ming utensils, take them and leave, and they don't even need to open the coffin, and they are different, every time they find an ancient tomb, they have to carefully clean up and excavate, even if they find a robbery hole, they can not give up, often, a tomb robber needs a night of hard work, they need three or four months, so most of the students in this major are boys.

However, these liberal arts men are not masculine one by one, they all wear small glasses, thin and tall, and they look polite and weak. In addition, some classmates have passed away suddenly for several days, and now everyone is panicking, with two swollen eyes and dark circles like pandas.

"Master Shuang, everyone is here, and the rest are cooks, engineers, and guards. Professor Monalo said.

"Hey, just by them?" hehe......" Wushuang shook his head, just because these children still dare to touch the Khitan Dragon Tomb? Professor Monalou thought too simply, not to mention that it is not an ancient tomb, even if it is an ancient tomb, can he and these students do it? Under the dragon tomb, which one is not a heavy mechanism? Even if he touches the golden captain, he will die for a lifetime!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Wushuang, from today onwards, he is my assistant, you have to call him teacher. Professor Monalo introduced.