Wei Ping'an stood, condescending, and stared down.

Shirley Yang sat up, looking up defenselessly, looking at Wei Ping'an.

"Doesn't it feel better?"

Wei Ping'an asked softly with a look of concern on his face.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, thank you."

Shirley Yang's face is also gentle to the naked eye.

See, the kind of American girl who was sold and helped Wei Ping'an count the money.

Wei Ping'an was suddenly a little reluctant to give up to Hu Bayi.

"You're welcome."

Ahem......

The day was dead.

Fortunately, it was a dead talk.

Otherwise, Wei Ping'an might not be able to help it...... Nibble on it.

The atmosphere was too awkward and ambiguous.

You know, this is a desert, a place where every inch of water is valuable.

Except for Wei Ping'an, who else has that kind of mind.

You can't expose your confidence, you have to hide it.

Well, it seems that I thought of Hu Bayi just now, so let's go over and take a look.

At least talk to him and don't feel too guilty.

Wei Ping'an got up and walked towards Hu Bayi, who was about to dig a pit and bury his bones.

Shirley Yang turned her head to stare at Wei Ping'an's back, her mood was not as calm as her facial expression.

Ye Fang next to her watched the whole process, which made her feel nothing, she felt panicked in her heart, she didn't notice it herself, her small expression was on her face, and her mouth was pursed.

Ye Fang couldn't say anything, but suddenly felt that Sister Xiao Yang was not as cute as before.

Shirley Yang suddenly became excited, and she caught a glimpse of Ye Fang's expression out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but be stunned.

They were all women, and she seemed to feel something, and she thought it was too strange, so she simply shook her head vigorously, and left that unrealistic idea behind.

Wei Ping'an walked over and saw Hu Bayi holding a sapper shovel and struggling against the sand.

Dig dig dig.

Suddenly, Hu Bayi's sappers shoveled a black stone egg.

Everyone was idle, and they all immediately gathered around to see what was going on, and Professor Chen, who had just rested, was also attracted to him.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Wang, keep digging and see what it is."

Professor Chen didn't do it himself, but he was eager to explore the things underground, and he urged.

With the onlookers to help the fun, Hu Bayi and Wang Fatzi were also interested, and they continued to excavate with full strength.

In a few moments, the head of a giant pupil statue emerged from the sand.

Apparently a monolithic stone statue.

Judging from the size of the stone statue's head, the entire stone statue must have been extremely large.

With this volume, this weight, it is obviously impossible to dig it out completely tonight.

And......

The moment the true face of the giant pupil stone statue was revealed, An Liman, who saw the stone statue, began his habitual philosophical incantation again.

The intention of turning over and over again is to prevent everyone from digging up this stone statue.

In the evening, An Liman was also the guide of the entire scientific expedition team, although everyone did not care about it, but they still had to give a little respect to their face.

Seeing that An Liman dissuaded him, he took out a blanket again and spread it on the ground to pray.

Professor Chen Jiuren hurriedly expressed his position.

"Big brother, we don't dig, we don't dig, don't worry, we don't dig...... Well, everyone is tired of the day, so let's go to bed. ”

Wait for Anliman to finish praying, lie down and sleep.

Professor Chen whispered to Hao Aiguo and a few students.

"Wait until tomorrow to recuperate, and then we will clean up the entire underground, and then we will study it carefully."

The core members of the scientific expedition team saw that the leading Professor Chen already had a heart for the city, so they temporarily put up with the thoughts of scientific research and prepared to rest at ease.

An Liman didn't actually fall asleep, but he didn't hear Professor Chen's words either.

It's just that seeing that no one took the initiative to anger the 'gods' in the end, he calmed his mind and prepared to sleep to replenish his strength.

Wei Ping'an watched all this from afar, and the whole process was going on right under his nose.

Although he did not participate, nor did he talk to him.

But looking at the cause and process of the whole thing, as well as the temporary results, there is also Chen Jiuren's intention to state to the students......

Wei Ping'an actually has considerable reservations about Professor Chen's perfunctory behavior in front of others and calculation behind the scenes, or human quality.

I disagree.

There is no need to arrange lesbians on night vigil duty, because there are enough gay men.

It's rich.

In the position of staying up late on duty, Chu Jian and Sa Dipeng are also barely competent.

Counting Hu Bayi, Wang Fatzi and Wei Ping'an themselves, they are very wealthy.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, Wei Ping'an was on duty, and he replaced Wang Fatzi.

"Fatty, go back and sleep for a while."

"Brother Wei, hurry up and keep an eye on it, I have to go outside."

"What's wrong?"

"Anliman, that old guy ran out in the middle of the night, I don't feel at ease, I have to go over and see what he's doing."

Although he knew that Wei Ping'an and An Liman knew each other, Wang Fatzi still frankly expressed his doubts.

Wei Ping'an appreciates this character very much.

Feelings are feelings, doing things is doing things, and you can't let it go just because of who has a guarantee ticket, which is seriously irresponsible.

It's about taking the lives of a group of people to show your respect for each other.

It's disrespectful to the other group.

"Okay, go ahead, I guess it's his camel gone. This old brother loves camels like life. ”

Wei Ping'an added a handful of firewood to the bonfire, hid in the shelter, and leaned against the wall.

After a while, the fat man walked back with An Liman and went inside to rest.

"Old Wei, thank you just now."

Shirley Yang walked out and sat down beside Wei Ping'an.

The distance is a little close, from a psychological point of view, it has exceeded the distance of ordinary friends, Wei Ping'an's heart moved.

"Haven't you already thanked you? Why don't you sleep a little longer? ”

"Can't sleep, can I ask you a few questions?"

Wei Ping'an looked up at Shirley Yang and found that she was also staring at herself, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds, regardless of victory or defeat.

"You can ask, but I reserve the right not to answer."

"You're always perfunctory to me."

"Heaven and earth conscience, there are some things that I can't say if I want to, there are too many contacts and too many miscellaneous, and many of them have to be kept secret. Non-disclosure agreements, do you know? ”

"Oh."

Shirley Young was a little discouraged.

She subconsciously felt that she would be different.

It's just that Wei Ping'an's feedback made her clearly realize that her so-called uniqueness is just an illusion.

"What can be said? By the way, you even know my grandfather? ”

"It's not that I know your grandfather, but I know several tomb robberies throughout the ages."

"Sect? You even know this? ”

This is where the topic of interest comes to Shirley Young.

"This, do you need to keep it secret?"

"Not really. Would you like to hear it? ”

Seeing Shirley Yang staring at her big eyes without blinking, Wei Ping'an suddenly felt funny, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he spoke.

"I have read a lot of literature, unique books and the like, as well as some Taoist ancestral notes and some records in this regard...... Therefore, the source of these techniques and techniques is from the Dansha different books......"

"In other words, the lineage of Captain Touching Jin is not from Cao Cao, but an unknown martyr in the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

Shirley Young was taken aback and immediately intrigued.

"Well, although the hexagram is incomplete in the Western Zhou Dynasty, as the housekeeping skill of the Western Zhou royal family, it is to use hexagram to interpret the concept of feng shui, which has never been broken in the inheritance record of the monastic world. The method of advancing and retreating from the eight gates of the golden vein comes from this. ”

The flames crackled, the wind and sand still roared outside, and in the narrow corners of the ruined walls, a man and a woman were chatting about a rather mysterious and warm topic.

Wei Ping'an is the master of the source information of the sixteen-character feng shui secret technique deduced from the system.

Just taking out a little bit of the source and telling Shirley Yang is enough to make her fascinated.

can't say too much, because saying too much will subvert her three views.

The archaeological project has just begun, and if Shirley Yang has a nervous breakdown and the financier is gone, how can this archaeological project continue.

One listener has a heart, the other speaker has an intention, in the hinterland of the desert in the middle of the night, under the starry night, although Wei Ping'an and Shirley Yang are sitting a little distance, but the two hearts are like the shadows of the two, and they seem closer and closer with the sunrise in the east.

When Hao Aiguo got up and was about to take over, Shirley Yang found that she didn't know when, she had naturally snuggled in Wei Ping'an's arms.

The action made her very shy and a little reluctant.

Thinking of the responsibilities and goals of her trip, her heart couldn't help but cool down again.

It's not that the heart doesn't move, but that you don't dare to move.

Witnessing her mother being burned to death by an internal fire, the scene deeply shocked her.

She wasn't afraid that she would face such a situation, but she didn't want her descendants to continue it.

She was determined to end with her.

Either the race ends, or the curse is lifted.

Until all else comes to fruition, any affection for children is an obstacle to her mission.

Shirley Yang secretly cheered herself up in her heart, and kept repeating the obsession in her heart to cool down her fiery emotions.

But even though Shirley Yang stabilized her mind with amazing perseverance, she looked at Wei Ping'an's eyes again, but she could no longer return to a cold and unfamiliar state.

"The wind and sand have stopped, and we can start today."

Wei Ping'an stroked Shirley Yang's cheek with his hand, Shirley Yang was stunned for a moment, and her body was weird and did not reject.

This took Shirley Young by surprise.

"Go back and rest, I'll take a look at the animals......"

Wei Ping'an extinguished the flames with sand, preparing to catch a few yellow sheep to replenish the game reserves in the space.

After all, according to the original routine, even if these yellow sheep are not caught, they will be eaten by those desert marching ants, which is really a waste.

"Okay."

Shirley Young forced herself to be concise and to the point.

It was as if speaking concise language meant that she could return to a capable and decisive state.

But Wei Ping'an could still hear that her tone was obviously much gentler than yesterday.

Hao Aiguo came out of the hole and replaced Wei Ping'an.

In this regard, Hao Aiguo is still very trustworthy.

If the time is set, he won't cheat.

Such a scientific researcher in the field of archaeology, although not suitable for the worldly society, is indeed a model of scientific research personnel who can devote themselves to professional research.

It once again deepened Wei Ping'an's determination to save Hao Aiguo's life.

Replacing the laid-off, Wei Ping'an gestured to Shirley Yang from a distance, and after getting the feedback that seemed indifferent but nodded slightly, he climbed out of the hole.

As far as his spatial projection function extended, everything was clearly visible.

Even the army of marching ants that were about to move deep underground was noticed by him.

After Wei Ping'an walked out of the cave, he went straight to another place not far away that blocked the wind and sand.

It was a collapsed hall, with only two beveled walls standing upright.

There were seven or eight yellow sheep in it, and there were some traces of snakes and insects.

Under the spatial projection ability, Wei Ping'an clearly perceived that the location of the scientific expedition team was the front hall of a yamen, and the location of the yellow sheep was more like a back house.

With the help of nanosatellite scanning and detection, this is an ancient ruin, and it is obviously not too small.

Perhaps a thousand years ago, this was a small country like the Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Western Regions.

Although it can't be compared with the cities of the Central Plains, it is like the war between countries during the Warring States period of Japan, just like two villages arguing over a hoe over a water source.

There's a lot of stuff buried under the sand.

The underground of the place where the yellow sheep is located, similar to the backyard of the official house, in the underground of the underground, layer upon layer, like a secret room in an ancient dark room, there is a box in it, and it is sealed with wax.

The outer shell of the box is a little rotten, but it can still be seen that it has a unique Western Regions style.

Wei Ping'an must put it away.

It's also a waste to be in the desert.

Along the way, Wei Ping'an has also collected countless things.

There are good and bad.

The desert is like the river in the capital, and it is full of old objects.

The natural and unique climate of the key desert makes these things quite well preserved with the blessing of sand.

On the way back, there were already two marching ant armies underground.

Wei Ping'an felt that if these gadgets formed a scale, they would be quite terrifying.

I also took two handfuls.

Unexpectedly, the vitality of the ants seems to be very strong, but they can't enter the eternal space, because they will die completely after entering.

This point cannot be compared with the fire ladybug.

However, Wei Ping'an also has other methods, the spatial ability has been used for so long, and there will always be some extension skills that Wei Ping'an has researched himself and enjoyed.

Separated from a living space, two large mounds of marching ants were released.

The female ant, that is, the ant queen, must be hijacked.

Otherwise, how to breed other kinds of small ants of different types of work.

The remaining marching ants, lacking the existence of the Ant Emperor, are estimated to be gradually and completely wiped out in the desert, even if not all at once.

At least this wave of encountering Wei Ping'an, from the moment the Ant Emperor was abducted away, it was already doomed.

After finishing his idle work, Wei Ping'an came back from outside.

I happened to see the old man An Liman confronting and arguing with Professor Chen Jiuren and several of his apprentices.

However, after listening to two mouths, it was obvious that I missed the peak period and only listened to the end.

After all, Hu Bayi is still active.

Professor Chen sneaked around, and while An Liman was not inside, he planned to carry out uncivilized excavation work with his own students and students' students.

was caught by An Liman's bag.

But in Hu Bayi's mouth, Professor Chen's behavior was quibbled as helping the gods and guards get rid of the shackles of sand and dust.

Well, it is indeed self-justifying, it can explain a wave, and this explanation is still very resistant, at first hearing, it seems that the behavior of Professor Chen and others is also immediately noble.

(End of chapter)