hey your coffin lid is flying

Going to the scene on the National Day, Yang told his father Xiang Yunchong about this matter very early on, because he hasn't been home for several days in a row, and he can't get through the phone or anything.

"You go to see the scene tomorrow," said my mother, "don't get gastroenteritis again."

Archaeology not only requires high professional knowledge, but also unambiguous requirements for physical fitness.

Xiang Yunchong's body was completely broken because of being in the wild all year round.

"Okay," Xiang Yang nodded, thought for a while and asked again: "Aren't you going tomorrow?"

Compared with dad's job, mom Shu Jing's job is much better.

Famous fashion designers, even on business trips, are always in major cities, not in the wilderness.

"I'm going abroad tomorrow, and there's a show I'm going to attend," my mother hugged his little head and kissed, "Be good and ask your dad to call me after watching it tomorrow. If I call him, he doesn't take the initiative to call me, what does it look like."

After making an appointment with Jia Luoye that night, Xiang Yang sent another message to his father, but there was still no response.

"Take you?" Jia Luoye looked at the fat Anai and asked.

"Why, can't you?" Anai raised his head and glanced at him, with an expression of "do you have other cats outside who don't want me?"

Galoye said, "The main reason is that the place I went this time is too far away, I'm afraid you will get motion sickness."

Anai jumped to Jia Luoye's feet, grabbed his clothes and climbed onto his shoulders, flashing five sharp claws, "Is it convenient now?"

Galoye: "........."

This cute little cat, may I ask you, if you threaten your master like this, don't you feel that you are a little - too crazy! ?

Jia Luoye lowered his head and looked at Fat Ju for two seconds, then nodded very stiffly on the back of his neck.

With a flick of his beard, Anai slowly retracted his front paws, revealing the cute and delicate pink pads, pouted his buttocks, and hugged Jia Luoye.

At a quarter past seven in the morning, Xiang Yang finished washing and was ready to go out.

As soon as the door was opened, Jia Luoye poked out from the green belt next to him: "Did you eat breakfast?"

"Eat." Xiang Yang replied.

"Go," Jia Luoye glanced at him, his face inexplicably unhappy, "accompany us to eat some more!"

"Us?" Xiang Yang was puzzled.

"And it," Galoye pointed to Anai who was buried not far away.

Xiang Yang smiled, "Where are you going? Do you want me to recommend it?"

"No, Mr. Jia recommended a family last night." Jia Luoye flicked his face and walked out of the community without saying anything.

Xiang Yang shook his head, bent down and hugged Anai into his arms.

Turn left at the intersection of the street and you will know that there is a beef noodle restaurant that has been open for many years. This is what Mr. Jia recommended.

"Are you sure?" Xiang Yang looked at the signboard above the gate and asked in a low voice, "Eat here?"

"That's not it." Jia Luoye gave him a blank look, his tone was full of complaints, and he turned his head and shouted at the boss at the door, "Boss, beef brisket noodles, a big bowl."

Jia Luoye didn't understand Xiang Yang's worry until it came to the surface.

Except for the soup, there is a lot of everything here. The meat is less than the noodles and the seasoning is not willing to give it. Once you drink it, it is like plain water. No wonder the old man likes it. The feeling is that the boiled water instant noodles have no gutter oil at all.

Even the few slices of beef brisket on the surface, Anai just smelled it, and the cat's face immediately showed a capitalized dislike.

Xiang Yang rubbed the little guy who was so disgusted by beef, "It's okay, I'll take you to eat steamed buns later, I guarantee you like it."

steamed stuffed bun? !

Anai suddenly pricked up her ears, looked up at him with a pair of green eyes, and meowed very softly.

Jia Luoye looked at Anai who had completely different faces towards himself and Xiang Yang, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

You are a playwright, but you are still cute.

In order to show the difference from the dramatists, Jia Luoye slapped his chopsticks and smacked his mouth, and finished a big bowl, "Boss, have another bowl!"

Xiang Yang: "..." Does your master shake M?

Anai: "..." It should be!

The haggling and haggling of breakfast was finally all over, and it was already early nine o'clock when I took a taxi to the place, and the sun was shining in the sky.

"Why are there so many people?" Jia Luoye looked at the packed crowd surrounding the excavation site, wondering, "Is it like this every time?"

Xiang Yang shook his head, "No."

Xiang Yang has been to the excavation site with his father a lot since he was a child. Whether in the deserted Gobi or in the bustling city, never has there been so many onlookers with so many troublemakers as today.

Could it be that something happened to someone?

Xiang Yang didn't think about it any further, he pulled Jia Luoye and went inside.

After walking a few steps, I met Mahler, a graduate student under Xiang Yunchong's leadership, whom Xiang Yang had met during the winter and summer vacations.

"Brother Ma," Xiang Yang stepped forward quickly.

"Oh, it's Yangyang," Mahler said, "to see Papa?"

Xiang Yang nodded, "Brother Ma, what happened here? Why are there so many people?"

"Nothing happened. It's just that several colleagues in charge of the excavation site passed out. It doesn't matter." Mahler said in a relaxed tone, but his expression was very stiff. One could tell that he was lying.

"Where's my dad?" Xiang Yang asked immediately, "Is he all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Mahler's expression became a little more natural, and he raised his finger to point to a temporary work shed on the inside with the three characters "Project Team" hanging on it. "I'm chatting with Secretary Huang in that room."

"Okay," Xiang Yang said, "Then I'll wait for him to come out, I happen to have something to ask him."

Marler frowned tightly, hesitated for a long time, and then opened his mouth again and said: "Yangyang, why don't you go back today? If you have anything to say, let me pass it on to you. It is estimated that there will be a ritual ceremony here, and you will be censored." isolation."

Sure enough, it wasn't just as simple as a colleague fainting.

Xiang Yang looked at Mahler with burning eyes: "Brother Ma, just tell me what's going on here, maybe we can help?"

we?

Mahler hesitated for a moment, then moved his gaze back, only to realize that he was too nervous before, and hadn't noticed that there was a person and a cat standing behind Xiang Yang.

"Who is this?" Mahler asked curiously.

Xiang Yang introduced: "My classmate, Jia Luoye, he is very good at metaphysics and geomantic omen. This is his cat named Anai, isn't it cute!"

Anai looked up and gave him a symbolic "meow" with an extremely perfunctory attitude.

Marler moved the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly, "Ah...cute."

Mahler paused for a while, then turned his head and continued to look at Xiang Yang: "Yangyang, just listen to what your brother said, and leave here with your classmates and his pets first. This is really not a joke, it's too dangerous. Didn't you see how these masters are all ready?"

Xiang Yang followed Mahler's line of sight and saw that there were really all kinds of masters standing there, monks in yellow clothes, Taoists in blue clothes, missionaries in black clothes... everything, they all looked nervous and serious.

One of the priests with a long beard and holding a bronze mirror kept looking at his phone, complaining dissatisfiedly: "The time is almost here, why is this Yunchong still struggling to start?"

Standing beside him was an old monk from the local sect association, who heard the words and said, "This is waiting for someone."

"Wait for someone, who are you waiting for?" The Taoist said still unhappily, "If you wait for someone, you can't miss the time. When the time comes, the things in the tomb will come out, and it won't work if anyone comes."

The old monk glanced at him and couldn't help laughing, "This is no ordinary person, his name is Qi Zhenren."

"Renren Qi?" As soon as this remark came out, someone came over immediately, "Is that the real Qi who has served *** before?"

The old monk nodded: "That's right, it's him. How many real Qi can there be in this world?"

Upon hearing this, the other people at the scene who were still frowning suddenly relaxed, and they were no longer nervous.

Although they have practiced, they are compared with ordinary people. It is okay for fortune-telling, but if you really want them to get rid of demons and exorcise ghosts, to be honest, it is not certain who will beat who when the time comes.

But if Qi Zhenren wants to come, it will be different. He can be called famous all over the country. He used to be able to destroy dozens of white-clothed wraiths with one hand. beyond.As a result, Qi Zhenren has become a real master and master in the minds of these Zongxie members in Hangzhou.

If we can meet each other and ask for another trick, we can basically have no worries for the rest of our life, and even bring endless wealth.

So everyone looked up and down.

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