Midnight thunderstorms in summer generally do not last long.

The attack on Jianzhou tonight stopped after three hours.

The gap in the ancient tomb was completely blocked by muddy water.

Temporarily became the leader of the archaeological team, a researcher surnamed Huang, with six gods and no owner, surrounded by team members.

The previous few sets of diving equipment were taken down by Deputy Captain Xiao in the evening, and now they can only stare dryly without equipment.

"Old Qin is the Taishan of our provincial archaeological team, if something happens......" The female team member suddenly choked up.

Others panicked even more.

"No matter." The researcher surnamed Huang gritted his teeth and planned to dive into the grave in the flesh.

"Jump, if you want to die, jump."

The discordant voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see who was so inhuman, and when they saw the speaker, they all swallowed back the ugly words.

He Zi'an took the lead, followed by the old yellow dog on the left, and Friday on the right.

As for Zhang Heng, he was woken up by He Zi'an in the middle of the night, only to find that the big brother and pager in the backpack had missed calls, and he knew that it was Chen Ou who called, so as soon as he arrived at the camp, he went to find the tent where the police were stationed, but did not follow.

At this time, Researcher Huang rushed to He Zi'an and explained the current situation in a crackling voice.

"Didn't Zhang Heng tell the old man in the middle of the night that no matter who I was before I arrived, no matter who I was, couldn't go to the grave?"

He Zi'an thought that he was disobedient again, so he could only blame himself for being unlucky, but he didn't expect Qin Ying himself to go down.

His eyebrows were raised high, and his whole person exuded a terrifying aura.

Researcher Huang rubbed his hands nervously and said, "The captain was also strictly ordered, who knew that the deputy captain was distressed by the bamboo slips......"

He Zi'an didn't listen, it was too late to say anything now, and he walked quickly to the puddle.

The water was yellow and muddy, and nothing could be seen except the branches floating on it.

"He Zi'an, it's not good." Zhang Heng ran from a distance and shouted, "Officer Chen left a note saying that he followed my grandfather to the grave to save people. ”

"Got it."

He Zi'an replied impatiently, turned his head and explained to the researcher surnamed Huang that from now on, this puddle will be blocked, and no one will be allowed to go down even if the water disappears.

"Since ancient times, feng shui is not bizarre, so there are a total of eight doors of 'Hugh Life and Injury Du Jing Death and Shocking Opening', and the puddle was originally a life gate, but now it is sealed and turned into an injury, who dies." He Zi'an patiently explained.

Except for Friday, everyone else was confused.

He sighed: "In short, if you go down, you will only lose your life, wait until I see the injuries of those players." ”

Researcher Huang had no choice but to do as he was told.

He Zi'an felt that it was not safe, and forced Zhang Heng to negotiate with the police force where he was stationed and sent someone to defend it.

Later, under the leadership of researcher Huang, he went to the medical shed where the injured were located.

Good fellows, twenty marching medical beds, all lying sick.

According to researcher Huang, five of them are porters from nearby villages, three policemen, and the rest are all members of the archaeological team.

"There are some places that do not pay attention to materialism, and some people dare to touch it hard." Friday sighed behind He Zi'an.

He Zi'an agreed very much, but he couldn't open his mouth when he said bad things about the patient.

At this time, the old yellow dog bared his teeth beside him.

"Well, there are indeed a few people who have been poisoned by starfish insects, but this is not a nest of insects, so don't be so hostile." He Zi'an bent down and patted the old yellow dog's head to appease.

"Mr. Little knows how to solve the starfish insect ......"

Researcher Huang was as excited as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He Zi'an stood upright, patted Researcher Huang's shoulder, and said, "I know you are in a hurry, but this matter is not urgent, presumably the old man has suppressed the spread of poison according to the secret recipe, and they will not be in danger for the time being." ”

That being said, can Researcher Huang not be in a hurry?

Among the more than 20 patients here, one has been poisoned for more than ten days, and it happens to be his student.

He Zi'an couldn't say anything when he heard the explanation, so he started to observe from the nearest patient, and quickly turned around.

"How?" Researcher Huang asked.

"Say it outside." He Zi'an left the tent with a solemn face.

Come outside the tent.

He Zi'an looked at the big tomb under the light in the distance and said, "Poke the hornet's nest!" There are not only starfish insects unique to our region, but also Nanyang evil arts, Oriental demons, etc., no less than a dozen species. I'm really curious about what kind of ghost grave is stacked down there. ”

As soon as these words came out, even Friday was puzzled.

"Can it be saved?" Researcher Huang is more concerned about the patients in the tent.

"The old man really has some ability, and he basically suppresses the poison, and he is the latest to be poisoned by the archaeological team, which is a bit tricky." He Zi'an turned his head and said.

Researcher Huang looked like he was about to cry, knelt down and said, "Please help Mr. Xiao, as long as you ......"

He Zi'an stretched out his hand to help the person up, then took off his backpack and took out a box, and said: "There are some pills in it, you can take it for the last few people who were poisoned, it can be blocked for at least three days, and I will go to the grave tonight to find an antidote." ”

"Didn't you say you couldn't go down?" Researcher Huang thanked and asked.

He Zi'an squinted his eyes and said: "You can't do it, after all, my strength is not a little bit stronger than Old Man Zhang." ”

Researcher Huang thought about it, his attitude was also casual, if it weren't for his captain Qin Ying trusting this guy, he would want to turn his face at this moment.

He Zi'an didn't care so much, and took advantage of Zhang Heng's absence to ask him to leave secretly with the old yellow dog last Friday.

After leaving the camp, they burrowed into the mountain forest.

"Is the range that big?" Question raised on Friday.

"The ancestors of our family, one counts as one, the ancestors are suspicious, and after death, they love to make real and fake graves. Now the outside of the woods is just one of the entrances, and the real grave is in the mountain. He Zi'an complained as he walked.

In his previous life, he had seen no less than 100 graves that were outrageous to the extreme, from the North Pole to the South Pole.

However, Antarctica is not what people know now, but the guide sea.

"It's all Chinese ancestors?" Follow-up on Friday.

"Or else? The group of dead ghosts outside don't even record a serious history, and they still expect them to have some tomb culture inheritance. ”

"Egypt and other two river basins have unearthed a lot of priceless treasures."

"A bunch of things that disregard their ancestors and wantonly raise their prices will be despised by collectors the further they go, and we can sell them for a good price even if we are a urinal."

He Zi'an said and suddenly stopped, so that Friday was very nervous to observe the surroundings.

"I remember, someone pulled a urinal out of this grave before... No, it's a similar basin, because I don't know how to sell it at a cheap price, and then in your hometown Yuzhou antique market, I ...... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. ”

He Zi'an realized that if he continued to talk about it, he would reveal his reborn identity and stop it quickly, so that he was hung up on Friday, and his curiosity couldn't go down, and he was so uncomfortable that he died.

Barking~

The old yellow dog barked suddenly, drawing him away from both minds.

Friday dodged in front of He Zi'an, his eyes sharply scanning the surroundings.

It was the middle of the night, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the woods were so dark that they couldn't see their fingers, only the miner's lamp above their heads shone brightly.

The range of light is very small, and if something suddenly rushes out, it may not have time to react.

Friday was too tense.