As night fell, Murong Jing and Zhu Qingyan finally completed a day's filming and prepared to go home.

Murong Jing happily took out her phone and looked through the several edited pictures sent by Sister Mi. When she saw the picture of herself helping Zhu Qingyan mount the horse, she couldn't help but admire it for a long time.

"Sister Mi, this shot is really great!" She handed it to Zhu Qingyan to see.

Zhu Qingyan nodded in agreement. The photo had a wonderful composition and bright colors. It was indeed very good.

She looked at Murong Jing's red figure in the photo, a little stunned.

In fact, she had that familiar feeling several times during today's filming, as if those scenes had appeared in her dreams countless times.

The figure of the girl in red, whose face could not be seen clearly in the dream, gradually overlapped with Murong Jing in the photo.

"Actually, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere." It was Murong Jing who spoke.

Zhu Qingyan subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

Murong Jing touched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed:

“Haha, don’t laugh when I tell you this, I often dream about some… strange scenes.

There was a girl who was also wearing the same clothes as you are today, like an ancient scholar.

She and I sat on the city wall and drank together.

But strangely, every time I wake up I can’t remember her face.”

Murong Jing smiled with a bit of naivety, and said to Zhu Qingyan:

"Haha, do you think we two knew each other in our previous lives?"

Zhu Qingyan pursed his lips and smiled, saying softly: "If we knew each other in the previous life, then we must be very good friends."

At this time, the phone rang.

Zhu Qingyan opened his backpack and saw several incoming calls from Professor Wang on his phone, as if he was in a hurry to find him.

She quickly called back.

Professor Wang quickly picked up the phone, speaking anxiously:

"Hey, Xiao Zhu, have you seen today's trending searches?"

"What?"

Zhu Qingyan, who had been shooting for a whole day, naturally knew nothing.

"Oh, what can I say about this situation? You should go back to school!"

"Professor, I... I'm outside..." Zhu Qingyan felt a little embarrassed and opened the hot search on Weibo at the same time.

On the hot search list, she saw that entry at a glance——

"The remains of a mysterious ancient country thousands of years ago were exposed, leaving behind a strange prophecy!"

There are also some pictures.

Zhu Qingyan enlarged the picture and was immediately shocked. Those were clearly the bamboo slips that the archaeological team brought out from the ancient tomb last time!

But the above content is clearly still being analyzed and interpreted by experts and has not yet been disclosed. How do these media know about it?

Zhu Qingyan read the report carefully again, and then he realized that during the few days he had been on leave, the expert group had already deciphered the contents of the bamboo slips.

This bamboo slip may have come from the state teacher of Liang State who was said to be able to call the wind and rain.

What was recorded on the bamboo slips was indeed a prophecy about an earthquake.

In ancient times, metaphysics was prevalent, so it was not uncommon to unearth some cultural relics with prophetic nature.

The weird thing this time is that -

The prophecy not only mentions the exact year and date of the earthquake.

There are even locations with longitude and latitude.

This is simply incredible!

On the phone, Professor Wang is still blaming himself:

"Oh, it's all my fault. I was so happy when I came out of school that day, and I went drinking with a few friends. My wedding information bag fell on the road, and it happened to be picked up by the media..."

Zhu Qingyan did not hear Professor Wang's words clearly. Her eyes fell on the time and place mentioned in the prophecy, and her eyes suddenly widened.

The earthquake occurred this year, exactly seven days from today.

And the location was actually City C where his school was located!

Shocked, Zhu Qingyan began to look through the comments. It seemed that the internet was in an uproar, with all kinds of comments.

“Is this how media outlets attract traffic these days?”

"I remember the last prediction was about the end of the world in 2012. It's been 13 years, and I'm still alive and kicking."

"It's better not to be careless. The ancients had their own wisdom. What if it's true?"