The receiver also carried the low roar of the sandstorm, creating an immersive and utterly despairing experience.
soon.
The live stream of the cycling streamer went black.
The implications are self-evident.
Huo Qian'er had never seen anything like this before.
I was so scared I almost dropped my phone.
Yan Jiu turned over and slept soundly.
The next day arrived quickly.
Although the gas station was not affected by the sandstorm, it was still visited by some sand and dust.
The tent roof and the ground were covered in sand.
There wasn't even a clean place to stay.
In public, Yan Jiu would always perform a symbolic act of washing up instead of using a cleansing spell.
Rinse your mouth.
Yan Jiu saw Huo Qian'er, with her disheveled hair and heavy dark circles under her eyes, slithering over like a vengeful ghost.
Yan Jiu comforted her, "You'll get used to it."
Huo Qian'er's eyes widened: Who could get used to this?!
There are rooms at the gas station.
There were only a few rooms available, enough for two people each, so Yan Jiu and the others gave them up to Elder Lang and Instructor Qin without any further explanation.
When Mr. Lang, a deep sleeper, went outside, he was startled: "Did we encounter a sandstorm yesterday?"
Professor Qin also came out, frowning as he said, "But the weather forecast didn't give any warnings."
Wang Qi remained silent.
Quietly preparing breakfast.
The group of five finished their meal, each with their own thoughts.
The off-road vehicle set off again.
Instructor Qin said, "I don't know if the others have reached their destination yet; we're a night behind."
Old Lang thought for a moment and shook his head: "They probably don't travel at night, so they're not considered backward."
Huo Xier shifted her focus: "Based on preliminary assessments, this ancient tomb dates back to the Ming Dynasty."
Yan Jiu sat quietly in the back seat.
He seemed to be out of place with everyone else.
Hearing what Huo Qian'er said.
Yan Jiu lifted her upper eyelids slightly.
She gave a soft "hmm" and then closed her eyes again.
Huo Qian'er started talking.
Instructor Qin said, "Qi Chen's guess that this is the tomb of a prince or minister is utter nonsense. Unless he is a powerful minister, how could he have the ability to find someone to calculate the tomb and then set up obstacles?"
Old Lang flipped through the ancient books: "According to official history, Emperor Jing massacred sorcerers and magicians. Under such circumstances, those who knew how to locate burial sites would certainly not dare to show themselves and take action."
Huo Xier pricked up her ears: "So, the teacher suspects it's not a tomb from the Ming Dynasty?"
Professor Qin shook his head, his face filled with excitement: "No, we suspect that this tomb contains the remains of an extraordinary person, a great figure whose birth would surely shock the entire nation!"
Yan Jiu raised her eyes.
She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.
The closer to the northwest.
Her mood grew heavier.
Yan Jiu couldn't describe the feeling; it was as unpleasant as having a beloved possession unearthed or your home about to be stolen.
Her brows were furrowed.
She wasn't concerned with who the tomb's occupant was.
The thought that deserts were considered unlucky places in ancient times is that no one would build a tomb in such a place.
How unlikable was the person buried in the tomb?
so.
It definitely wasn't her perfect senior brother!
Her senior brother is definitely still alive!
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