If it were just an ordinary ghost going to the underworld, Wen Li would only need to open the gates of hell and guide it with incense. But now that Xie Zhan has been promoted to Ghost King, she must personally escort him there.
Thinking of something, Wen Li continued, "Although I promised to let you and Jiang Yihuan rekindle your relationship, Jiang Yihuan has been dead for a thousand years and may have been reincarnated several times. So whether she can be reincarnated with you as husband and wife is not something I can decide."
The idea that predestined relationships spanning lifetimes is a lie. After reincarnation, we are all new individuals, and new individuals have new feelings. So, Wen Li dares not guarantee whether the predestined relationship can be continued.
However, Xie Zhan nodded.
He no longer hopes to be husband and wife with Jiang Yihuan in the next life. He's useless; he'll probably be reborn as a fool again, and he doesn't want to drag her down with him.
"I just need to see her once... just once." Xie Zhan murmured, "As long as she's alright, I'll have no regrets."
As soon as Xie Zhan finished speaking, Wen Li suddenly noticed that something on Xie Zhan's body seemed to have been broken. The originally faint purple aura instantly became much stronger, like a piece of beautiful jade about to be polished.
Wen Li narrowed her eyes.
She could tell from the beginning that Xie Zhan had an obsession, and she thought it would take some effort to resolve it. Unexpectedly, Xie Zhan dispelled half of his obsession with just a few words.
Over the next few days, Wen Li continued excavating burial objects in the ancient tomb.
However, a disagreement arose among the people at the stone coffin.
Mu Shuxin and Wen Li wanted to follow Xie Zhan's last wish and leave the remains in the cave.
However, Yue Lin felt that the remains of the two should be sent to a museum. After all, it was from a dynasty that never existed in history. If they were placed in a museum for people to visit, it would definitely bring considerable revenue and even extremely high research value.
The two factions started arguing immediately.
"You know how important these two skeletons are to our archaeological industry! Not only did you prevent the program crew and our people from taking frontal photos, you also prevented the skeletons from being sent to a museum. Now that the tomb has been opened, in a few years the skeletons might turn to ashes because of your stubbornness. What research value will they have then!"
Yue Lin glared at Wen Li. The reason he didn't confront her was because he couldn't afford to offend her.
In her eyes, Wen Li was an easy target.
But it's clear that even if a pear is a persimmon, it's frozen solid.
She also said bluntly, "Professor Mu reported the matter of the remains to his superiors and received instructions."
Yue Lin stiffened his neck: "But the remains of the Emperor and Empress of Dayong are very helpful for our research."
"What help do you hope to gain from these two human skeletons? Are the nearly 70,000 burial objects and numerous documents in the tomb currently overwhelming Senior Yue?"
These days, although Yue Lin hasn't caused as much trouble as before, he still finds ways to upset Wen Li from time to time.
The archaeological team members all knew that Wen Li and Yue Lin didn't get along.
However, during these three months, everyone greatly admired Wen Li's work ability. Wen Li solved many of the texts in the documents and the history of Dayong. It can be said that Wen Li's contribution accounted for half of the work, even surpassing Mu Lao.
But instead of feeling overshadowed by Wen Li, Old Master Mu seemed quite proud of himself.
There should be no comparison between people, otherwise the differences will be immediately apparent.
Yue Lin sensed the strange looks from everyone and felt extremely displeased.
He snorted angrily and stormed off.
Meanwhile, the documentary "Searching for the Past: Mangbei Mountain" is almost finished, and next up will be interviews with several teachers and interns.
Wen Li was invited to participate and spoke eloquently about her archaeological work.
When the questions were finally asked, Wen Li said, "The ultimate goal of archaeology is to discover the lives of ordinary people, nobles, and countless ancient people from limited data, and how their civilization has continued to this day. What we need to do is to brave the elements and explore the unknown, and trace the origins of ancient books by lamplight."
"But when we look up, we find that the sun is still the same sun."
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The teachers who were filming the documentary left Mangbei Mountain ahead of schedule.
There is still a lot of complicated work to be done, requiring a large number of staff. In the next few years or even decades, a large number of archaeologists may be here to study the secrets of Dayong from a thousand years ago.
Wen Li spent three months looking disheveled and exhausted. A few days before she was to return home, she quickly handed over her work and prepared to go back to school in City A. She also took Xie Zhan to the underworld on the way.
Xie Zhan was so excited when he heard he was leaving Mangbei Mountain that he couldn't sleep all night.
There is only one small town around Mangbei Mountain, which is completely different from the high-rise buildings on TV.
Upon hearing that Wen Li was going to take him to such a far place, Xie Zhan immediately started rolling around on Wen Li's bed.
Finally, Wen Li's patience ran out, and she sent the thousand-year-old ghost king into the gourd.
In late October, Mangbei Mountain, located at the northernmost tip of China, experienced its first snowfall. Overnight, Mangbei Mountain transformed into a desolate and silent snow country. Under the moonlight at night, the snow on the branches glistened like starlight falling from the sky onto the earth.
However, in the dead of night, a thud came from somewhere deep in the forest, and Wen Li suddenly opened her eyes.
I walked quickly to the bedside, flung open the curtains, and gazed into the distance.
A malevolent aura was emanating from the direction of the ancient tomb!
Thump thump thump—
Suddenly, there was another urgent knocking on the door; it was Wu Chi's voice.
Wu Chi and Su Mingzhang were standing at the door.
Upon seeing Wen Li open the door, Wu Chi, panting and pale, exclaimed, "Wen Li, something terrible has happened! The Dayong Mausoleum has collapsed!"
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