Yan Jiu, who didn't want to wake up, was a little depressed and quietly watched Meng Niang pack her luggage for the trip.

Huang Cuihua reminded, "I heard it's very hot in the Northwest, and the climate is completely different from here. Did you bring sunscreen spray?"

Huang Xiaoqiang pondered, "Should we add some more stink bombs?"

Jiang Azi thought for a moment: "I'm afraid we'll be detained."

She Liang quickly offered some snacks: "These won't be confiscated, you can take them and eat them on the way."

Guan Zian hesitated, then said, "Director."

Yan Jiu yawned: "Hmm?"

Guan Zian forwarded an electronic photo to Yan Jiu.

The photo was created by Guan Zian after he learned modeling, based on the faces of Kong Wu and Jiang Di.

Kong Wu's androgynous face is highly recognizable, while Jiang Di's doll-like face, typical of ancient barbarian lands, is also easily identifiable.

Guan Zian said earnestly, "They were my good friends when they were alive. The curator may meet them on his trip to the ancient tomb, or he may not."

Yan Jiu said, about to perform divination: "If they are very important to you, I can cast a hexagram."

Guan Zian shook his head: "Everything is preordained."

Yan Jiu replied, "It all depends on human effort."

Guan Zian shook his head again: "The will of Heaven is hard to defy."

Yan Jiu pursed her lips and said, "Human determination can overcome nature."

Guan Zian gave a wry smile.

Human determination can overcome nature.

Why couldn't General Turan die peacefully in his sleep?

Why can't my beloved teacher die peacefully in his sleep?

How could you forget the past?

Yan Jiu couldn't fathom what Guan Zian had gone through before being branded with tattoos, but it wasn't hard to guess that it must have been an unforgettable experience, which is why Guan Zian dared not act rashly again.

Yan Jiu pulled her suitcase out the door.

The ivy in the yard swayed in the cold wind, and the newly moved locust tree also swayed its branches.

Yan Jiu smiled and asked, "Are you settling in well?"

The locust tree spirit clasped its hands together and said, "Amitabha, very good."

It wore a satisfied smile.

They seemed surprised to find someone like them here.

There is also a more powerful one, Mengniang, who has cultivated into human form.

If it weren't for the presence of Yan Jiu, a human, in the attic, it would have thought it had entered the demon realm.

Yan Jiu thought for a moment: "Neither you nor She Shan have cultivated into human form, so you should have common topics to discuss."

The locust tree demon nodded emphatically.

This indicates that it saw the snake demon from the Willow Gate and intended to befriend it.

After Yan Jiu finished speaking, she left. She had finally gotten up early and wanted to queue up to buy stinky tofu.