Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

He Lianjing smiled shamelessly and shook his shoulders.

Several old professors lowered their heads and let out a few dry coughs, wondering if they were covering up something.

After He Lianjing laughed twice, he had enough. He said:

"However, it doesn't look like these are here to rob graves."

"Since Cao Cao, there has never been such a blatant emperor who asked Captain Mojin to come out to rob the tomb with such a big battle."

"And even if these people set out wearing official uniforms to conceal their eyes and ears, they shouldn't be wearing such cumbersome clothes when they arrive at the tomb."

While guessing the identities of these walking corpses, everyone looked at the walking corpses piled up on the ground.

Ye Fan also frowned slightly, looking at the "defeated generals" on the ground.

I saw that the walking corpse that had completely turned into a corpse was lying on the ground, returning to what a corpse should be, silent as if chilling.

The skin condition of the corpse on the ground was very hot, pale and swollen, with severe edema.

It looks as if thousands of needles are poked through every pore of theirs, injecting huge amounts of water under their skin.

The exposed skin was stretched into a thin layer, almost transparent, and the liquid inside could already be seen with the naked eye. The entire corpse looked one to two rings larger than a normal person.

The corpse's hair had fallen out quite badly, and some of them had turned into pale half-salted eggs, which looked quite disgusting.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to the state of the corpses when he got into it just now, and now he realizes how unrecognizable all the corpses are.

It's just because I have been in contact with it once just now, Ye Fan always feels that any reaction now is a bit too late, too hypocritical, so seeing such a disgusting scene, Ye Fan didn't react at all.

Even, you can observe it more carefully.

Because of this, Ye Fan realized what the real cause of death of these people was:

drowning.

This is not Ye Fan's imagination, but after he restored a certain character before, the system gave him the reward of Hua Tuo's life-determining medical skills, which made him very clear.

Unexpectedly, this reward has been used on the dead before it is used on the living.

Before becoming a doctor, he first became a forensic doctor.

On the one hand, the other members of the archaeological team reacted very strongly after carefully looking at the status quo of these corpses.

The faces of several students were not very good-looking, and some even turned their heads and retched twice.

Even a few old professors turned pale after seeing such a scene.

Liu Bowen looked at the audience's reaction on the barrage and saw the full screen:

"Little patriarch's body protection", "Zhang Xiaoge's body protection", "Blind Master's body protection", and even after words such as "Ten body protections with Gongchang mouth", "Ten body protections with Chichi mouth" and "Iron Triangle body protection".

Liu Bowen quickly gave the camera to the three Yanshen consultants who "are missing me in archaeological f4", which saved the lives of the audience in the live broadcast room.

At this time, Ye Fan said:

"These people didn't come to rob graves, at least they didn't die because of robbing graves."

The members of the archaeological team looked at Ye Fan, and He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling beside him also looked in his direction.

Bai Changming asked:

"Didn't they die because of this, some aquatic black widow?"

Ye Fan shook his head and said:

"These people were caught by the water-born black widow after they died and made food reserves."

"They died from drowning."

Ye Fan hugged one arm, touched his chin, and said a possibility:

"So, these people should be the people on board."

Following this clue, Ye Fan went on to say:

"Ming Dynasty, a big ship, a big ship that goes to sea for the imperial court."

He looked around at the archaeologists around, as if giving a hint.

At this time, Zhang Qiling beside him spoke lightly and said:

"Zheng He's voyages."

Chapter 155 He Lianjing: Xiaoye, are you speaking ill of me with your face?

Hearing Ye Fan and Zhang Qiling's words, all the members of the archaeological team couldn't help but their pupils trembled.

In fact, the direction of these keywords given by Ye Fan is very clear.

In the Ming Dynasty, the big ship was a big ship that went to sea for the imperial court.

Combining these three key words, anyone who has some knowledge of history will involuntarily think of the historical event of Zheng He's voyages to the West.

However, none of the old professors of the archaeological team said anything.

Based on their knowledge of official history, Zheng He's fleet should not have appeared here anyway.

One intern said:

"However, there is no historical record of the shipwreck related to Zheng He's voyages to the West."

"The shipbuilding industry was developed in the Ming Dynasty, and there was a compass to cooperate with it at that time,"

When He Lianjing heard the words, he showed a few sly smiles, and there was quite a deep meaning in the smiles, and said:

"Little classmate, sometimes if my sister says it, it means my sister has it."

Immediately, Mo Hongxuan also took a breath and said:

"Indeed, in fact, there are many doubts about Zheng He's voyages to the West."

"It's just that if these corpses come from outsiders on the ship, then the age of this underwater tomb cannot be confirmed for the time being."

He looked around and said:

"Looking at the size and location of this tomb, this should be the front hall of the ancient tomb."

"If you want to know more information about this ancient tomb, we still need..."

Before they could finish speaking, a very tragic scream suddenly came from behind them.

Among them were pure screams without any content from the subconscious, mixed with a few foreign language swear words.

The members of the archaeological team immediately looked back nervously at the source of the sound.

I saw that the source of the voice was those few mercenaries.

At this time, the dozen or so mercenaries should have taken off their diving suits and put on equipment that is more convenient for them to move on land.

The reason why it should be is because they can't see the whole picture of all these mercenaries.

Several people's bodies were covered with a layer of heavy white cocoons, which looked like a white, thick and tight mourning cloth covered from top to bottom.

The observer is covered.

At this time, the person is struggling under the thick white cocoon, and the white cocoon is undulating because of the struggle of the person inside, like white waves.

Their voices were dull and painful, and the specific language content could no longer be heard.

From their painful and suppressed cries, they could barely hear simple and basic words such as help and call mother.

Or maybe, these people simply don't have more energy to shout for more complicated content. At this moment, they are all controlled by the instinct of survival.

Beside them, the few people who had escaped the catastrophe were looking at their companions covered by the white curtain in great surprise.

Before any of them could react, the thick layer of white cocoons suddenly fell from the sky, like a giant net covering their hapless companions underneath.

The big leader was on the side, maintaining the posture of sitting on the ground, leaning his whole body on the wall of the cold white marble pool behind him.

His other survivors sat scattered in front of him, and it could be judged only from the back of their heads that they were also in a state of surprise and shock just like himself.

In fact, a white cocoon like a mourning cloth would not shock them so strongly.

What affects their mood most now is the reaction of their companions behind the white curtain.

That reaction didn't look like it was simply being covered up.

Judging from their experience in the real battlefield and their strength against their companions.

If it is simply covered, they only need to lift this white curtain and walk out from it.

But now it seems that they are trapped inside and are suffering from some great pain.

The leader of the big guy stretched out his legs and kicked a team member in front, and said sharply:

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and help them out!"

The team member who was kicked seemed to have just reacted, got up from the ground very quickly, and stretched out his hand to grab the white curtain like a mourning cloth.

However, just when his hand was about to touch the white screen, he saw a picture that made his scalp tingle.

I saw that there were only his companions struggling, so there was a big wave of white curtain, and suddenly there were many densely packed unknown objects that were crawling quickly.

It's as if dense worms suddenly grew in it!

It's moving very quickly!

The mercenary team member who was kicked by the leader of the big guy withdrew his hand in a flash, and cursed with Falk in bird language.

The other mercenaries were also very close to this huge white screen, and also noticed the sudden change on this huge white cocoon.

The faces of the remaining seven or eight people immediately changed drastically.

Under the rather agitated mood, they did not use Daxia's language, but used their own mother tongue, saying something loudly in a shocked and questioning tone.

Although the birds are chattering, and it is very likely that they also bring the feeling of their own local dialect.

However, judging from the extremely strong content of "Fak", the professional archaeological team, including viewers of all identities and cultural levels in the live broadcast room, can still infer:

These dogs didn't spit out any ivory from their mouths at this time.

On the side of the archaeological team.

The team members also instantly saw the clues that suddenly appeared on the cocoon.

The bodyguards had already raised their guns when they heard the scream of the mercenary.

While holding the gun, the black bear squinted his eyes and looked in that direction carefully, and said a little strangely:

"How do I feel that this mourning cloth has become a bit sloppy?"

Brother Yuan also took a hiss and said:

"Aren't the things inside being put on the plate?"

He Lianjing pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said to Ye Fan and Zhang Qiling beside him:

"You two guess what?"

Both Ye Fan and Zhang Qiling glanced at him.

Although He Lianjing smiled, it was obvious that there was a trace of disgust and disgust in this smile, as if he had seen something that disgusted him.

Ye Fanxin said, this black master can even mix worm cocoons with worm eggs and dried bacon. Is there any heavy-tasting picture that can stimulate this master?

Thinking of these, I can't help but sigh.

He Lianjing was about to say something, but after sweeping the two dumb people in his heart from the corner of his eye, his eyes fixed on Ye Fan's face.

He narrowed his eyes behind the sunglasses and said:

"Little Yezi, are you talking bad about me with your face?"

Ye Fan immediately pursed his mouth into a slit, and shook his head firmly.

He Lianjing stretched out his hand to Ye Fan, and tapped his forehead with his finger, preventing Ye Fan from shaking his head.

"It's always been dumb people showing off their skills in front of you, so you probably don't know me yet."

Ye Fan was puzzled for a moment, and thought that cooperating with the perfect marksmanship is not a show of skill?

He Lianjing narrowed his eyes again:

"You really are speaking ill of me with your face."

On one side, Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand, removed He Lianjing's finger on Ye Fan's forehead, and said: