The village deep in the mountains is bustling with activity.
Everyone was carrying bags of varying sizes as they crossed the open space in the village.
Aunt Qian and her friends took a leave and came back first. With the help of Yang Dongchen, they transported all the supplies to the foot of the mountain, and then asked the villagers on the mountain to carry them up the mountain.
"What's going on with Zhu the witch and Jingzhi?" The village chief looked a little solemn.
He didn't have much contact with Shanxia, and didn't quite believe what Aunt Qian and the others said about An Jingzhi and Zhu the witch going on an archaeological expedition.
Over the past hundred years, he has learned that his first reaction when facing things is to question them.
"I wish the fortune teller's five elements and eight gossips have attracted people's attention."
"You, the village chief, also know that the witch Zhu can't leave us alone, and she trusts Jingzhi the most, so Jingzhi will accompany her."
"Village chief, you haven't seen the imperial court down the mountain. Oh no, they call it the country now. I don't know how powerful its development is."
"If they really wanted to trick us, they wouldn't have to go through all that trouble. They could just tie us up directly."
"What about guns and cannons? We thought they were the most powerful."
"Who knew there was such a powerful weapon! Just one of these could blow up a place as big as our prefecture city!"
"Don't worry, Village Chief. Jingzhi and the others told me before they left. They don't seem to be in trouble."
Aunt Qian and Matchmaker Wang explained in detail, and they talked back and forth, but they still failed to dispel Village Chief Niu's concerns.
"Maybe they want to catch us all in one fell swoop."
"That's impossible. If that were the case, wouldn't he have come last time? Why would he wait until now?"
Village Chief Niu was worried that their secret of immortality had been exposed. Was Zhu Shenpo and An Xiucai just the beginning?
As the head of the village, he had to prepare for the worst in advance.
“Zero, zero, zero…”
Aunt Qian wanted to persuade her again when the cell phone in her bag suddenly rang.
"Hey, didn't you say that I can't make phone calls once I go back to the mountain?" Aunt Qian muttered as she picked up the phone.
"Jingzhi ah?! You're back? Great, great!"
"Village chief? Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We are all in the village."
The village chief couldn't help himself and reached out to answer the phone from time to time.
"Jingzhi, the village chief wants to talk to you."
After saying that, she handed the phone to the village chief.
Village Chief Niu was stunned for a moment as he held the phone in his hand. When he heard a voice coming from the other end of the phone, he quickly put his ear close to it and said loudly, "Is that Mr. An? Are you all right?"
An Jingzhi, who was on the other side of the phone, was caught off guard. He scratched his ear when someone called him that. "Village Chief, don't be so loud. I can hear you."
Hearing the familiar voice, Village Chief Niu felt relieved and asked a few more questions about their safety. He hung up the phone only after confirming that both of them were fine.
"What's going on? Am I right, Village Chief? How could Jingzhi and the other two be in trouble?"
"I have to go down the mountain to take a look." The village chief said solemnly.
"What?" Matchmaker Wang asked in surprise, "Then you've come down from the mountain, so who's in charge of this village?"
Village Chief Niu fixed his gaze on Niu Dazhu who was standing beside him: "He will take care of it."
In the early years, Village Chief Niu also trained his own son, hoping that his son would take over his position after he was gone, but who knew that this delay would cause hundreds of years to pass.
Niu Dazhu's first reaction was to refuse: "No, Dad, I still have work to do!"
After seeing the prosperity, bustle, peace and stability at the foot of the mountain, who would still want to stay in this poor and cold mountain?
"Yes, Village Chief," Hunter Zhou said helpfully, "Except for holidays, we have to work on weekdays."
"Isn't it just some physical work? I can do it too!" Village Chief Niu said stubbornly.
He felt that he had to go down the mountain and take a look himself. He had seen all the changes in the way he helped people over the past two months, from being cautious and vigilant at the beginning.
By now, he could clearly feel the trust that Aunt Qian and the others had in the people living down the mountain.
It would be great if they were truly trustworthy. I’m just worried that they’ve lost their minds and been blinded by the mountains below.
He won't feel at ease unless he goes there to check it himself.
"That won't do, Dad. You can indeed do my job, but they hired me. I can't just let someone else do my job, right?" Niu Dazhu struggled.
Matchmaker Wang and the others were there to help persuade him.
On the other side, An Jingzhi hung up the phone and reported that he was safe and had already returned to school with Zhu the witch.
Along the way, Professor Duan kept discussing with the fortune teller Zhu.
Since Professor Duan unearthed the prank tombstone left by An Jingzhi, he began to study ancient metaphysics.
He is particularly obsessed with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
If Zhu the witch was willing to agree, Professor Duan would kowtow and become her disciple on the spot.
"The sky has yin and yang, and humans have yin and yang. Wealthy families who want their descendants to prosper will work on this tomb..."
"But it doesn't mean you can be buried wherever you want. If your fate can't control it, a very auspicious place can become a very inauspicious place..."
An Jingzhi walked half a step behind the two of them. Beside Zhu the witch was a white-haired old man. The two of them asked and answered each other, like a master and disciple, and looked surprisingly harmonious.
Li Hongnan followed his gaze and said with a smile, "Witch Zhu is indeed amazing. If she hadn't been there for us this time..."
Not to mention whether such a perfect excavation can be achieved, even the safety of Professor Duan and others cannot be guaranteed.
The day after rescuing Professor Duan and his companions, they successfully cracked all the mechanisms in the tomb under the guidance of the witch Zhu.
It just so happens that those mechanisms are related to Feng Shui, otherwise the fortune teller wouldn't be so successful.
After showing off his divine power in front of a successful person, Professor Duan also became a big fan of Zhu the fortune teller.
An Jingzhi smiled and said nothing.
After returning to school, Zhu Shenpo was officially hired as a distinguished professor at the School of Archaeology.
Unlike her previous job as a handyman, she is now officially incorporated into the central work of the School of Archaeology.
While Zhu the witch was busy accepting flattery from those people from the Institute of Archaeology, Li Hongnan also had his own things to do.
An Jingzhi thought that Aunt Qian and the others would be back in a few days, so he simply waited at the foot of the mountain.
Unexpectedly, he wanted to be idle, but someone didn't want him to be idle.
The phone rang, and there was a familiar voice on the other end.
"An Xiucai, do you still remember me? How have you considered what I told you before?"
"These are just some small experiments. As long as you can convince the people in your village to agree, I will do my best to satisfy you with whatever you want."
"After being in our modern world for so long, I'm sure you're familiar with some of the rules, right? If you're willing to take a drop of blood, I can give you one million."
An Jingzhi frowned slightly, then relaxed: "One million for one drop of blood, that's really quite a lot."
A look of joy came from the other side: "So, did An Xiucai agree?"
"I refuse."
The other party was silent for a moment. "One million isn't enough, is it? Or you can make an offer. What do you think is appropriate?"
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