The staff at the Center for Human History Studies and the Museum are incredibly dedicated.

They managed to excavate almost the entire site of the vast battlefield.

Due to environmental factors, quicksand often occurs during the excavation process.

As a result, many staff members were unable to leave the quicksand immediately and ended up being buried by it.

When Sang Ning arrived, someone was being pulled down by quicksand.

Holy crap, they're burying them alive!

"Help! Someone's buried..."

She screamed at the top of her lungs, running quickly toward the scene of the accident to try and save people.

Who would have thought—

"Don't worry about it, they won't die. There are robots to help them."

Before the person who answered could finish speaking, a tool robot swiftly arrived in front of the buried person, its thick metal arm transforming into the shape of a shovel in a flash.

Then, it swung its metal arm and began digging.

A minute later, the person who had been buried climbed out of the sandpit, covered in sand.

"Oh my god, I almost suffocated."

Sand may seem harmless, but the suffocating feeling of endless sand rushing towards you, burying you and pressing against your blood vessels and chest, is both stimulating and terrifying.

Sanning, "!!!"

Upon arriving, Sang Ning asked incredulously, "You're often buried alive?"

"Yes."

Meganil explained, "Because of the excavation of battlefield ruins, the environment of this area has been forced to change into a region prone to quicksand."

"When we were first buried, we were quite panicked because we could easily lose our lives if something went wrong."

"We got used to it eventually, because quicksand appeared so frequently."

At this point, he pointed to the square tool robots and said, "See those robots? They used to do manual labor, but now they've become robots that specialize in digging people up."

"That's right, anyone who hasn't been buried a few times would be embarrassed to show their face in public."

The person next to him chimed in.

Sang Ning was speechless.

Not knowing what to say, Megan Neil asked curiously, "When did you get back?"

"today."

"Was the Star Expo fun? How are your sales going?"

How did you know I went to the Star Expo to sell products?

Sang Ning didn't answer but asked a question in return.

Meganil gave a subtle smile upon hearing this. "You may not know, but ever since you left, the governors have been acting like they've lost their souls, doing everything in a daze."

"I think you understand what I'm about to say, so I don't need to explain."

I can definitely understand.

Sang Ning nodded, smiling happily, "I have a group of very good elders."

Megan and her group, "..."

That's as if they don't have such good elders. They do have good ones too.

But never mind, there's no point in talking about this with a young girl.

"Are you here to tour the battlefield?"

"No, I came to check on your excavation progress and what you've found."

"This is such a fascinating topic."

Megan Neil's eyes lit up instantly, and Sanning felt a bad premonition. Her keen intuition told her that she needed to leave now.

However, Meganil didn't give her a chance to leave. She pulled her aside and began pointing to the various sand pits, explaining their progress and the results they had achieved.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to be eloquent and talkative.

It would have been better if Sang Ning hadn't responded; he could have continued explaining the facts at his usual pace and with his usual logic.

Once she responds, good heavens, Megan Neil, whose train of thought has been spurred off course, will give her a demonstration of what it means to have a train of thought that takes eighteen turns, from the skeleton to his conjectures and judgments, and then from his judgments to the antiques and such.

Then, we move from antiques to the brilliant and glorious history of humankind, with bronzes being of paramount importance.

Next came embroidery, and some ancient books.

If someone nearby strikes up a conversation, the topic can be expanded even further.

At this point, Sang Ning was unable to respond and could only listen to his buzzing with a smile.

I thought that if I just endured it, I would get through it and be free.

As a result, Qin Heng arrived.

This guy is also a bit of a chatterbox. When he came over to meet up with Sang Ning, he listened with great interest and even chimed in.

Then, Sang Ning was forced to listen to their explanations for more than an hour, and she also had to do hard labor, including moving the remains and sweeping away the sand to clean up the mess.

Once the sand is swept away, the remains will be preserved by professionals.

However, whether human or non-human skeletons, after being buried under the yellow sand for so many years, they became extremely fragile. Even though Sang Ning and Qin Heng were reminded and were extremely careful, a small problem still occurred.

As a result, they were both scolded.

The one who reprimanded them was the group leader, Alexander, who had an incredibly explosive temper.

He opened his mouth and immediately launched into a merciless reprimand.

At first, neither Sang Ning nor Qin Heng argued back, because they really hadn't done a good job.

Criticism is fine.

But as he was lecturing, he started making personal attacks.

How can we tolerate being called trash?

This is unbearable.

Not to mention Sang Ning, Qin Heng couldn't stand it either.

Qin Heng's temper wasn't actually that good. After all, he was the second young master of the Qin family. He was usually the one who scolded others and others who flattered him. This was the first time he had ever been called a good-for-nothing.

Even Sang Ning never cursed him, so who does this woman think she is?

So he got angry.

"I advise you to watch your mouth."

"First of all, I think you need to understand one fact: we are not your peers, and we do not know as much as you do in our professional fields."

“I also admit that Ningning and I did not do well in some aspects.”

"But this job was assigned to us because you didn't have enough manpower yourself. You can scold us if we don't do it well, and you can teach us, but isn't it a bit much to call us useless and use foul language?"

Sang Ning looked at Alexander, whose face was turning pale and then flushed, and chuckled, "Mr. Alexander, you should really be glad that I'm past the age of impulsiveness, otherwise you'd be lying on the ground right now."

"You...you did something wrong and I can't even say it?"

Alexander knew Sang Ning's methods and was somewhat afraid, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"Put yourself in my shoes. If I were to curse your ancestors for eighteen generations and then tell you I'm doing this for your own good, could you accept that explanation?"

Sang Ning sneered, "Using the guise of 'it's for our own good' to commit insults, I'll just leave you there."

"Apologize!"

She said coldly, "If you don't apologize, this isn't over between us."

“I’ll have my Uncle Qi and the others teach you a lesson.”

She was serious about filing complaints.

Everyone was speechless. How old are they? How could they make such a fuss about complaining? This is really something else.

"That's right, if you dare not apologize, I'm not finished with you."

Qin Heng replied, looking at her with icy eyes.

Alexander refused to apologize; he stubbornly stared at the two men, appearing defiant and unyielding.

Sang Ning and Qin Heng were so angry at his behavior that they laughed. The others who had initially planned not to interfere and wanted to let them handle it themselves couldn't hold back any longer.