Two off-road vehicles roared away and soon submerged in the mountains and disappeared.

Jiang Luo heard a divine thought, "Master, I have already sent away the Qilin Team 2, come up."

After receiving the message, Qiao Bin turned to Li Tairong and said, "Senior Brother, let's go."

Li Tairong said: "You take Xiao Huang away first, I will blow up this tomb."

Qiao Bin flew away with the little yellow man. As soon as he got out of the ground, he heard a shocking roar coming from below.

The ground was cracked like turtle patterns, and four or five large earth pits were developed. Compared with the wide earth pits, the thieves made by the archaeological team became rat holes.

After Qiao Bin came up, he put the minion on the clean open space and looked left and right, and always felt awkward.

"Master, she is a girl after all, so it's not appropriate to be naked?" Jiang Luo pulled out a set of robe from the storage ring and wrapped it on the minion.

As soon as Jiang Luo reminded him, Qiao Bin understood what was wrong with him.

After the fantasy transformation, the whole body is yellow, as if it is wrapped in a layer of banana peel. In addition, the female characteristics are not obvious, so it is not obvious if you don’t wear clothes.

But she is a girl after all, and she must feel shy after having human consciousness.

"Yes, we must wear some clothes for her and change her name. Xiao Huang is too vulgar and cannot deserve the noble identity of the descendants of Xuanwu."

Qiao Bin spread his robe, raised the Minion's arm, and forced her to put it on.

Before he finished wearing the clothes, Li Tairong came up. His originally meticulous hair stood up one by one and turned into a bird's nest again. His face was covered with a lot of soil, black and purple.

"She is a descendant of Xuanwu, so she is just called Xiaowu," Li Tairong said with a smile.

Jiang Luo disagreed, "A girl named Xiaowu is not suitable, so she might as well call her Xiaohuan."

"I'm talking about dance, not martial arts," Li Tairong corrected it.

"Oh, then I have no objection, it's quite suitable for her," Jiang Luo smiled.

Li Tairong reached out and helped Xiao Wu tie a bow on his chest, saying, "You two go back to deal with the people from the village. I will take her to live in the mountains for a few days first to cultivate feelings."

Qiao Bin laughed and joked: "Senior brother, don't blame me for not reminding you that the love between grandparents has always been unwilling tolerated by the world..."

"Get out, I've been calm for a long time. What's the matter

Maybe you are in love with a baby? Didn’t I raise her for the purpose of Penglai Sect?”

Li Tairong glared at Qiao Bin viciously, hugged Xiao Wu and turned around and left.

…………

The village department was full of people inside and outside. This morning, the municipal government transferred hundreds of armed police to assist Jiang Luo in his work.

Yang Guoqiang stood in front, looking forward to it, and the county magistrate and Dr. Zhang from the archaeological team stood behind him, with a look of anxiety on his face.

They waited and waited, and finally two figures appeared in their sight.

Jiang Luo and Qiao Bin’s master and apprentice have returned, but Li Tairong is not seen.

Yang Guoqiang quickly stepped forward and said with concern: "Chief Jiang, thank you for your hard work, the medical staff will be waiting in the hospital. If you are not feeling well, don't hold on."

"I was not injured. The tomb-suppressing beast is actually an alien creature. We beaten to pieces and open the door to space and escape.

The master set a few seals in the tomb to block the space gate. Don’t make a statement at the moment, and let’s flatten the tomb first.”

Yang Guoqiang was slightly stunned, then reacted and smiled and said, "It's good that you're safe and sound. I'll arrange an excavator now."

After saying that, he winked at the captain of the armed police force, "Xiao Li, hurry up and send someone to fill in the tomb."

"Yes", the captain waved his hand and drove to the cemetery with more than fifty soldiers.

The two young men from the archaeological team took the initiative to return to the cemetery with the armed police team without waiting for Dr. Zhang's order.

Dr. Zhang looked heavy and whispered: "Sir Jiang, I have something to say, I want to talk to you privately."

"Okay, let's talk in the house." Jiang Luo took a big stroll and walked towards the lounge that was on the left.

After Dr. Zhang entered the house, he closed the doors and windows, pulled the curtains, and said mysteriously: "This tomb is full of doubts. The most suspicious thing is that it looks like the tomb dug ten years ago by Dr. Jin."

"What does it mean?" Jiang Luo asked calmly.

"Ten years ago, my teacher, Dr. Jin Ruiyang, discovered a tomb in an ancient village in eastern Gandong. After going down, I found very little. I couldn't hold it on, for fear of being ridiculed by my colleagues.

He made a report quickly and led the team away. I didn't accompany him at that time, but I had seen the pictures of the ancient tomb."

Dr. Zhang clicked on a few pictures on WeChat and continued: "Actually, as soon as I entered the tomb of Changshou Village, I felt it looked familiar, but I was trapped inside and couldn't get out, and I couldn't contact the outside world.

Tie.

Today I contacted the teacher’s son, who was also my junior, and asked him to post the pictures of the time again, and it was exactly the same."

Jiang Luo took the phone and looked carefully at a few pictures. The tomb passage, the main tomb chamber, and the ear chamber were indeed very similar to the tomb here, even the big red coffin was the same.

Dr. Zhang has no problem with his spirit and has no courage to make fun of it in front of Jiang Luo. Ninety-nine percent of what he said is true.

Jiang Luo smiled and said, "Gandong is very close to here. Perhaps these two families are looking for the same group of craftsmen to build tombs."

Dr. Zhang shook his head, "That's impossible, even the funeral objects are the same, and the epitaphs are the same. I will shout Zhu Lao Er in a while and you will understand."

After Zhu Yuanhai came in, he turned the storage ring and took out two sacks, which contained a lot of funeral objects and a scattered white skeleton frame.

Just looking at the funeral objects is exactly the same as on WeChat, and the content of the epitaph on the brand is exactly the same as the notes.

Dr. Zhang was afraid that Jiang Luo would suspect it, so he added: "Old Jin passed away three years ago, and the things in the Gandong tomb have been placed in the Fuzhou Museum for exhibition. If you don't believe it, you can inspect it yourself.

I am a teacher and I cannot control provincial museums. There are many people who have watched those things in the past ten years, so it is not easy to hide the truth."

Jiang Luo also found it incredible. According to their inference, Xuanwu was plotted against and trapped for thousands of years before he transformed. Before he woke up, he rushed into the tomb and happened to meet an archaeological team.

But after Dr. Zhang's analysis, things are foggy and are not as simple as the surface.

"Dr. Zhang, I believe your words. From what you see, what is the mystery of these two tombs?"

Dr. Zhang sighed and said, "At present, I dare not assert that I will wait for the Fuzhou Cultural Relics Bureau to reply, but how should I call the report?"

"You don't have to rush to write a report. When you need written materials, you can just add one according to the instructions. This matter is too weird, so it's best not to mention it again from now on."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Fuzhou Cultural Relics Bureau sent a reply, saying that the tomb was still intact ten years ago, with no traces of being stolen again, and the relevant cultural relics were not lost.

When Dr. Zhang saw the reply, he suddenly collapsed on the ground and collapsed: "It's parallel space again. How many unknown parallel spaces does China have?"
Chapter completed!