Poison Tongue System: Host, your head is a little green

Along the way, Qiao Zhen tentatively asked about Fifth Uncle.

But Pei Xiu didn't know much, except that Uncle Wu would go out for three months every summer, and other than that, he was tinkering with some strange weapons at home, or planting flowers and grass.

And Pei Xiu also tried to ask Pei Changsheng what Uncle Wu did.

Pei Changsheng always sighed and said nothing, which made Uncle Wu a mysterious and miraculous figure in Pei Xiu's eyes.

"Don't worry, my grandfather said that Uncle Wu is very capable. If you encounter trouble, you can find him. He is very powerful!"

Pei Xiu smiled confidently: "I didn't believe it before, until I was bullied when I was in college. Uncle Wu ran up to that person, picked up a steel pipe on the ground, and bent his hands. People are so scared that they dare not trouble me in the future!"

Qiao Zhen widened his eyes.

If Pei Xiu wasn't joking, then Fifth Uncle is indeed very powerful!

How can a normal person have such strength, to bend a steel pipe with bare hands, this... even a strongman is nothing more than that!
"Hehe, let's not talk about Uncle Fifth!"

"We'll change all our equipment later, but don't tell them that this is our trump card!"

"I'm worried that they will have ulterior motives, so it's safer to take precautions!"

Qiao Zhen was still a little flustered.

He felt that the arrogant and domineering gang of rich second generations had become a habit, so how could they be quieted down by the old professor with just one word?

Besides, this old professor is obviously not a kind person. If the other party really wants to do something to the two of them in the grave, it will be impossible for them not to take precautions.

Pei Xiu understood what Qiao Zhen meant, and nodded with a frown.

When they returned to the restaurant, the old professor had already changed into field clothes, and the others had also changed into simpler marching clothes.

Judging from their posture and bulging backpacks, these guys are all masters of wild survival!
"Hmph, it's been so long since I came back, I thought you guys ran away out of fear of death!" Chen Hao said coldly.

The corner of Qiao Zhen's mouth lifted into a smile: "Hehe, are you afraid?"

"Just don't cry and look for your mother then!"

"I……"

Chen Hao wanted to take a step forward, but finally found that the old professor's eyes were not friendly, so he could only stop.

The old professor looked at Qiao Zhen and the two, and said with a wry smile: "They are all in the same team, there is no need to keep bickering!"

"I have prepared a copy for both of you for the things you need to go into the mountains. It's in the car. We're going to take an adventure in the mountains together later. There are many dangers here. It's best to unite, otherwise something bad happens. It's hard for me to explain to your family!"

Qiao Zhen nodded: "Okay, thank you old professor!"

The two of Qiao Zhen were assigned to one of the commercial vehicles. The two of them sat in the back row of the commercial vehicle. Looking at the backpacks under their feet and the strangely shaped sticks hanging beside them, Qiao Zhen was obviously a little puzzled.

"Tsk, first time seeing you?"

"This is a Luoyang shovel. Grave hunters can use the Luoyang shovel to see if there is a tomb inside!"

"My family is an expert in this area!"

Chen Hao started to feel complacent again, bragging about his own strength.

[Wanxiao System: The Luoyang shovel has a history of hundreds of years. Always bring some glutinous rice flour, because this thing can better strengthen the stability of the sand and gravel, so that the tomb can be prevented from being infiltrated by rainwater during the stabilization process. 】

Hearing the words of Mr. Poison Tongue, Qiao Zhen said it according to the engraving gourd.

Chen Hao who was in front of him was stunned for a while.

Qiao Zhen even used the monitor to explain the difference of each type of soil and distinguish the various characteristics.

This time, Chen Haoke really widened his eyes, with an expression of disbelief written all over his face.

Pei Xiu laughed excitedly: "Qiao Zhen, you really know a lot. You know more than this heir of Faqiu's Chen family!"

"You, you must have looked up information on the Internet, what kind of skill are you?" Chen Hao was still stubborn.

"Oh, really?" Qiao Zhen sneered: "The color of the soil can tell the age of the soil, as well as its dynamics. What about the smell?"

"You have moisture in the soil, which means that it is on the surface. The further you go in, the drier the soil will be. But if you go down 30 meters, it should return to wetness again. Because of the underground river, the soil below 30 meters If it's still dry sand, then there should be graves, I'm right... right?"

Qiao Zhen's words can be regarded as cold knowledge. Unless those who know have many experiences, they cannot study such a problem.

This time, Chen Hao was completely stunned.

Chen Hao's grandfather once told him that if someone can distinguish the smell and color of the soil, and explain the reason, then he has to treat him respectfully, because the other party is likely to be his predecessor, not an ordinary tomb robber. Or an archaeologist.

"You, are you also a descendant of Faqiu?" Chen Hao asked gritted his teeth.

Qiao shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know what Faqiu is, and I'm not a descendant of Faqiu!"

"But if you think that what I know should be the descendant of Faqiu, then this so-called Faqiu...is too weak? If I am its descendant, wouldn't that be an insult to me?"

"you……"

Chen Hao blushed and pointed at Qiao Zhen: "Damn it, you look down on Daoling Faqiu, just wait for me, you will pay the price for this sentence sooner or later!"

After the words fell, Chen Hao turned his face away, obviously completely angry, and he didn't know what little calculations he was scheming in his heart!
Pei Xiu put her arms around Qiao Zhen's arm and said with an excited smile: "Okay, I didn't realize that you are amazing, but it's also good for some people to see, don't be complacent by holding a little thing, I really feel like my little mother The cow is in heaven!"

Qiao Zhen didn't speak.

On the contrary, Murong Xue, who had been silent in front of her, suddenly turned her head.

She glanced at Chen Hao next to her, and said with a wry smile: "This is a matter for you, he is indeed not joking, you will pay the price for this sentence sooner or later!"

Pei Xiu rolled her eyes: "Tch, you can scare us. I, Pei Xiu, am so old. I haven't seen anything. How can I be scared by what you two said?"

"Besides, if he is really so good, why does he look like a lost dog now? If you are not capable, you have to learn to control your temper. Don't think that being born with a golden key in your mouth is very good. If you compare it, who is afraid of whom? Not sure yet!"

Pei Xiu said something arrogantly, Murong Xue who was standing in front of her shook her head and turned her face away.

On the other hand, Qiao Zhen frowned tightly. He suddenly felt that he was a little careless. Looking at the four families stated on the monitor, moving mountains and mountains, making fortunes and touching gold, and continuing a history of thousands of years, how could it be so simple?