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Just after eight o'clock, Bai Yi knocked on the door and told them to get ready. The ribbon-cutting ceremony was about to begin.

Wei Junxing and He Jingshuo hurriedly packed up and went downstairs.

The snow on the road in front of the hotel has been cleared, and a row of various cars are parked.

As soon as Wei Junxing walked out of the hotel wrapped in a down jacket, he saw the gray-haired Professor Zhang Bingqian get out of a black Passat by a man.

That person is Qiu Sheng among the three students selected this time. He is thin and wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looks somewhat similar to Mu Xin.

Bai Yi greeted him with a smile, supported Zhang Binggan's other side and lowered his head to report to him.

But to Wei Junxing's surprise, Gong Nianwei, who was wearing a long black down jacket, and Liang Xinlei, who was wearing a black woolen coat, followed from the back seat of the car.

Zhang Bingqian got out of the car and headed towards Wei Linggong's tomb behind the hotel.

When Gong Nianwei and Liang Xinlei passed by them, they ignored them without raising their eyes, and followed Zhang Bing.

Many people got out of the car one after another, Bai Yi was in charge of reception, and Peng Wenyao followed behind Wei Junxing and He Jingshuo as if nothing had happened.

He Jingshuo stared at Gong Nianwei's back in thought for a moment, his eyes flashed,

"I'll come as I go, Ah Xing, you follow them."

After finishing speaking, he left Wei Junxing and ran towards the village.

Ever since Wei Junxing saw Gong Nianwei and Liang Xinlei got out of the car together, he was in a bad mood.

If there is something wrong with Zhang Bingqian, then his source of news must be Gong Nianwei. Seeing them come together now is really getting more and more annoying.

The county not only sent an archaeological team of more than a dozen people, but also several county leaders stood in front of the bluestone tombstone and read the speech against the cold wind. Zhang Binggan was the last one to speak.

He stood on the stage leaning on crutches, quite excitedly said,

"The excavation of Wei Linggong's tomb is Zhang's only long-cherished wish for these years. It is a blessing to see all this in his lifetime. I hope everything goes well."

After the reporters from the TV station frantically filmed for a while, the members of the archaeological team began to arrange equipment and prepare for the excavation.

Wei Junxing and Bai Yi stood in front of the tombstone, watching the busy crowd speechless for a while, while Gong Nianwei and Liang Xinlei followed Zhang Binggan step by step, watching him chatting with the leaders of various departments.

He Jingshuo returned to the tombstone at some point, quietly came behind Wei Junxing and pulled him,

"Ah Xing, come with me."

Seeing that he had something to say, Wei Junxing followed him a little further away,

"What's wrong? What's new?"

On such a cold day, He Jingshuo's forehead unexpectedly had a thin layer of beads of sweat. Wei Junxing reached out to help him wipe it off.

"I went back to the village and inquired about the ghosts in the tombs. Sure enough, there are ghosts, but they are not real ghosts, they are people pretending to be."

"why?"

"I want to prevent people from excavating Wei Linggong's tomb. You haven't seen such a lively event, but there is no one in the village to watch the excitement?"

"You mean Gong Nianwei ordered it? Why did she do this?"

"That's right. She really went to great lengths to spoil it."

"But……"

Before they could finish their conversation, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the flat ground, and the old elm tree on Wei Linggong's grave was suddenly uprooted and thrown towards the group of reporters who were taking pictures in front.

It was a group of people who were holding a camera to take pictures, but they immediately turned their backs and fled in all directions.

Because of Zhang Bingqian's bad legs, he was supported by Bai Yi to run slower, and the elm tree happened to fall to his legs and swept his legs.

Fortunately, Bai Yi had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pushed him away, but he still fell to the ground, and the fall was not easy.

A reporter's camera also fell to the ground in a panic, and was trampled under by the chaotic crowd. For a while, there was chaos in front of Wei Linggong's grave.

The ribbon-cutting red silk was carried away by the strange wind, twirled and flew into the sky, floated in the air for a while, and finally floated to the roof of the hotel, just like wrapping a red scarf around that building.

When Wei Junxing looked for Peng Wenyao, he found that he was standing on the top of Wei Linggong's tomb, looking down at the people below, with the corners of his mouth raised, and a wisp of white smoke drifting from behind his head.

"The fox spirit?" He Jingshuo asked in a low voice.

Wei Junxing wasn't too sure if it was the vixen's fault. He had no mana and wouldn't cause such chaos. If he was really that powerful, Bai Yi would need to help him find his real body.

But Peng Wenyao looked so weird.

Wei Junxing quickly ran towards the back of the tomb, He Jingshuo understood, turned around and outflanked the other side.

At this time, the people in front of the tomb had almost run away, and the two went around to the back of the tomb. Peng Wenyao jumped down from the tomb with strange eyes, and pointed to a sycamore tree behind the tomb.

It snowed all night last night, completely dyeing the sky and the earth white. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't find a white tent behind the sycamore tree, and the roar of the engine was coming from there.

Wei Junxing rushed towards the tent with a stride, Peng Wenyao and He Jingshuo ran towards the back of the tent together, ready to block people.

Wei Junxing tore open the tent and rushed in against the strong wind that could almost blow people away. He raised his leg and kicked off the wires connected to the engine, then turned around and grabbed the person squatting in front of the electric fan.

"Zhuohun?"

Wei Junxing grabbed the man's collar, only to realize that the person who turned on the high-power fan here was actually Zhuohui who had successfully lost weight.

"Why are you here? What's your business here?"

Wei Junxing lost his temper and had nothing to say to Zhuohui.

He Jingshuo and Peng Wenyao also rushed in. Peng Wenyao saw the situation, and they knew each other emotionally.

He stood aside and stared at Wei Junxing and Zhuohui, full of doubts.

Seeing that Wei Junxing and He Jingshuo were both there, Zhuohui seemed to understand for a while,

"Isn't this filming?"

Wei Junxing clenched his fists and almost hit Zhuo Hun's face directly.

"Gong Nianwei told you that?"

Zhuohui narrowed his innocent eyes, and nodded vigorously.

"Idiot."

He Jingshuo cursed,

"Where is the tree? You also cut it down?"

Zhuo Hun nodded again,

"She said the tree was a prop."

Wei Junxing's lungs were about to explode, and he kicked Zhuo Hui's leg.

Zhuohui knelt down in the snow with an ouch, Bai Yi helped Zhang Binggan limped in, Zhang Binggan took a long time to understand what was going on.

Holding on to his crutches, he sighed earnestly,

"Young man, why did you do such a stupid thing, really..."

With trembling hands, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth,

"Okay, let's go, let's go to the tomb in the afternoon."

He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing held Zhuohui's arm one by one,

"Let's go, let's go back to the hotel first."