"If you don't want to die, you'd better not touch them." Seeing his hand touching the faces of the clay figures, Zhang Meng coldly warned him.
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at her, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Meng sneered, "You're an archaeologist, but you don't even know this? Aren't they saying the contents of this tomb are poisonous? Aren't you afraid?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged man immediately withdrew his hand.
Zhang Meng rolled her eyes.
Just then, someone shouted, "Who is it?"
This shout scared everyone so much that they quickly looked towards the direction where the shouting came from.
Zhang Meng strode over, looked at the colleague who had just yelled, and asked, "What's going on?"
The young soldier who had just shouted had trembling lips. He pointed ahead and said, "Comrade Zhang Meng, I just saw a dark shadow passing by those clay figures. It was so scary, and so fast."
When he pointed, everyone immediately looked in the direction he pointed, and soon they were horrified to find that there was a dark shadow swaying in every place they took the photo.
Zhang Meng narrowed her eyes. The black shadows were running too fast, and she still couldn't see clearly what they were.
At this time, waves of sad crying were heard in this large empty room.
Fortunately, these dark shadows were just swaying in the firelight and had no intention of rushing up to hurt them. This phenomenon only lasted for a few minutes and then disappeared.
Even though it disappeared, everyone still hadn't recovered from the shock.
Zhang Meng boldly took the lighter in his hand and shone it a few times at the place where the black shadow appeared, but there was nothing there.
"It's okay!" Zhang Meng looked at them and said.
Just as she finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a scream.
Zhang Meng immediately rushed towards him again, only to see that the middle-aged man's hands were covered in blood.
"Blood, blood, so much blood!" The middle-aged man stared at the blood on his hand with wide eyes.
Zhang Meng narrowed her eyes and slapped him on the face, "Wake up."
The middle-aged man quickly came to his senses after being slapped.
Zhang Meng looked at him and asked, "Let me ask you, what did you touch with your hand? How did you get so much blood?"
The middle-aged man looked frightened and pointed at a clay figure beside him, "I just touched it."
Zhang Meng followed the direction he pointed and saw the clay figure he had just touched. He found that the clay figure was covered in blood. No, to be more precise, the blood on the clay figure was made of blood.
Zhang Meng bravely pushed the clay figure down.
With a bang, the clay figure fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, revealing a dead person inside.
When the middle-aged man saw the dead person, he screamed in fear again, "It's He Qian, it's He Qian."
Zhang Meng glanced at the dead woman on the ground, then looked up at the middle-aged man and asked, "Do you know her?"
The middle-aged man nodded vigorously, not daring to look at the ground. "I recognize her. She's one of the members of the archaeological team that disappeared earlier. Her name is He Qian, and she's Professor Huang's assistant."
The deceased He Qian lying on the ground died in a very tragic way. There was a big hole in her stomach and all her organs were gone. Her eyes were wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.
Zhang Meng saw this and squatted down to help her close her eyes. "Sister-in-law, this person's death is too strange. Do you think this woman's death was caused by a ghost here?"
Ye Shiping secretly walked up to Zhang Meng and asked in a low voice.
Zhang Meng stood up and shook his head. "It wasn't done by a ghost. There's not a ghost aura on this person. I guess it was done by a living person."
Lin San walked up at this time, took a look at the deceased He Qian on the ground, and quickly bowed to her. Then he said to Zhang Meng, "Comrade Zhang Meng, doesn't this look like a ritual? All the organs in her stomach are gone, and she has been made into a clay figure. Even the shape is so strange. This seems like a ritual of worship."
After hearing what Lin San said, Zhang Meng immediately looked at the middle-aged man and walked up to him. "Tell me, why are you looking for this ancient tomb?"
After a short rest, the middle-aged man quickly regained his spirits. Facing Zhang Meng's questioning, he answered very rationally, "Of course we search for ancient tombs to find antiques. What else could it be for?"
Zhang Meng smiled coldly, immediately lifted his collar and forced him to face the dead He Qian lying on the ground.
When the middle-aged man saw He Qian on the ground, he was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes and cursed, "You stinky woman, what are you doing? Let me go quickly, do you hear me?"
When Ye Shiping heard him swearing, he immediately stepped forward and kicked him on the butt without any courtesy. "Bitch? Who are you swearing at? Do you want me to kick you to death?"
The middle-aged man screamed again after being kicked. Seeing this, he had no choice but to beg for mercy, "I won't dare to do it anymore. Please let me go. I will tell you everything you want to know. Please let me go quickly. I don't want to face a dead person again. I'm scared."
Zhang Meng finally lifted him up. The middle-aged man gasped for air and took a step back with a pale face.
He used to think He Qian was pretty and even flirted with her, but now seeing that she died so horribly, he was really afraid that her ghost would come to find him.
Seeing that he was about to retreat, Zhang Meng rudely stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Why are you retreating? Tell me now, or I'll make you into a clay figurine like He Qian."
The middle-aged man raised his head in fear and said, "No, I'll tell you everything."
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