Xiao Feifei opened her mouth and asked quickly without thinking: "Okay, Zhang Yu said that you wrote the histories of Yuan Qiao. Is what he said true?"

An Hao was stunned for a moment, and the steps under his feet paused and nodded, "I wrote it!"

"My God, I remember that Yuan Qiao's past was selected into a textbook three years ago. How old were you at that time?" Xiao Feifei couldn't help but exclaim softly while holding the pen.

An Hao just turned on his computer, and when he heard this, he lowered his head and thought, "Eighteen years old!"

"You were just in college at that time, and the book you wrote was actually compiled into the university textbook. It's amazing!" Ouyang Jingnan said without saying a word, and there was a bit of admiration in An Hao's eyes.

There are always some people in this world who cannot keep up with no matter how hard others try.

"No," An Hao shook his head, "I went to school early, and when I was eighteen, I was in my junior year!"

Ouyang Jing smiled, lowered his head and placed a broken thread-bound book in the waterproof bag.

Their power is that their power is everywhere. When facing such people, don’t compare yourself with others, otherwise the only one who hurts internally will be yourself.

An Hao came back from brewing a cup of fruit tea. He sat in his seat and took a sip when he saw Jiang Qinghang running in from outside the tent and came straight to him. The expression on his face looked a little disgusting: "An Hao, I like the history of Yuan Qiao that you wrote very much. Can you sign me?"

An Hao's hand holding the cup shook.

When she looked up, she met Jiang Qinghang's crazy look mixed with expectation, "I thought you boys wouldn't like this more delicate text too much!" She thought that the audience of her own history of Yuan Qiao were all girls, and this was the first time she would like a boy with a rough look.

Honestly, a little surprised. But more of it is happiness!

What I wrote naturally hopes to get more people liked.

An Hao said, took the soft pen on the table and signed his name on the title page of the book, An He.

So, the day after coming to Duan Yun’s tomb, Anhao got a little fan.

During the whole morning, the atmosphere in the tent was extremely leisurely.

An Hao and Mu Mu chatted for a while and received comfort from several friends. Seeing that there was nothing to do, they were going to turn off the computer and go out for a walk.

As soon as he got up, Zuo Yi entered the tent.

"Where is Professor Mo?"

"What's the matter?"

Mo Yunkong came out with a cup of strong tea that had just been brewed and frowned and looked at Zuo Yi.

My intuition told him that there would be absolutely no good thing for this person to come in at this time!

"Professor Mo, the news came from the hospital and the police just now that the person sent to him this morning died of ineffective rescue. The result of the police's autopsy was that the person was not drowned, but was accidentally absorbed a gas and died of poisoning."

Everyone looked at each other for a moment.

You should know that people were found in a pool not far from their garrison. This means that the toxic gas is likely to be nearby, but the existence of gas is invisible and intangible. How to prevent it!

"Professor Mo, if this unexpected situation occurs, the area may be in martial law soon. I suggest everyone leave!" Zuo Yi looked serious.

Mo Yunkong raised his head and drank a sip of strong tea. He didn't know whether it was bitter or difficult, and his brows frowned into the word "Sichuan", "But behind the hidden door in the main tomb, I'm sure there will be a very important discovery. If we miss it, we will cause great losses this time!" The implication was that he still wanted to explore.

This is the persistence of every archaeologist.

Everyone present did not speak out, but looking at the expressions, they probably thought so.

"Okay, I'll try to apply for a part of the gas mask!" Zuo Yi left after saying this. Mo Yunkong drove to the conference table to sit down, and the teacup was placed on the table and a clicking sound, "I see that your clothes have not been changed. In this way, when Captain Zuo's gas mask is applied, we will immediately go to the grave!"

An Hao's eyebrows raised gently.

Are you planning to start first? Or are you sure you will apply for the mask!

The gas mask really came very quickly. Not only that, Zuo Yi's security team was also equipped with guns and was responsible for the escort task.

This is the first time Anhao has entered the tombs of ancient people. The decoration in the tombs is purely ancient characteristics, which makes Anhao, who is in the ancient people, feels strange and familiar.

Everyone finally stopped in front of a dull mural.

"This is Ziwu secret door!" Professor Mo's voice blurred because of the blocking of the gas mask. While speaking, his hands with gloves had already touched the edge of the secret door.

An Hao held a small camera in his hand, and his eyes moved with Professor Mo's hand.

"The way to open the Ziwu secret door is very simple, but there can be no errors in operation, because as long as there is a little deviation in your hands, it will completely become a dead door!"

This is also the reason why everyone did not open the secret door as soon as possible. At that time, everyone who was in the tomb was exhausted due to long-term physical activity, and opening the door requires complete confidence. Stable hands are the minimum.

"Xiao Anhe, there's something here!"

The sound of a small bell suddenly appeared in my mind, and An Hao's current camera shook, "What's it?"

"It's the same as me, but it seems different!" Xiao Lingling's voice was a little confused, "But I can feel that there is a bit of evil spirit on the things inside. Be careful, you have to be careful!"

“Are there any danger?”

"possible!"

While An Hao and Xiao Lingling were talking, a crisp sound came from the secret door of Ziwu, "It's open!"

Professor Mo led everyone to take a step back, and the little rabbit in Gu Pei's arms was thrown into him.

After observing for ten minutes, the little rabbit was still jumping on the spot. Everyone felt relieved and walked in behind Professor Mo.

"Hey, why is the foot soft?"

Jiang Qinghang walked beside An Hao, bent down toward the ground with a flashlight.

An Hao was also confused and bowed his head.

"Is this, grass?"

"Not like it!" An Hao shook his head, raised his head and held the gas mask with his hands.

The face was a little heavy, and when she lowered her head, she would pull her head down. For the sake of easy checking, several people had already squatted down.

"This grass is actually white!"

Xiao Feifei reached out and wanted to pull it out, but was slapped on the back of Ouyang Jing. "You dare to touch it if you don't know what this thing is. Didn't you see that the rabbit still has no grass to touch it?"

What does herbivores do not eat grass mean? It means that this thing is not grass and cannot be eaten.

"I'm yellow here!"

"My color is different, it's actually black!"

Everyone spoke at a glance, and soon all the red, black, yellow, white and green. Finally, they looked up at Professor Mo who had been silent since entering the door.

Nothing else, this space is not big, I walked around for a few minutes, but they didn't find anything else except for something that looked like grass on the ground but not grass.

Could it be that they are just a treasure when they step on this thing?

Mo Yunkong pondered for a moment and looked at Zuo Yi who was guarding the door: "Change a spotlight with a larger wattage!"

"Xiao Anhe, that thing is under your feet!" When An Hao was thinking about Professor Mo's instructions, the voice of the little bell suddenly came from his mind.

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The male protagonist is still not here! I can’t send any candy!
Chapter completed!