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When Zhang Qingrui woke up, she found that she was almost lying on the ground.
Why was it almost? Of course, it was because there was a pure woolen blanket on the ground.
Above her sight was a dome like an umbrella, supported by a large amount of wood and hung with a white canvas … This was undoubtedly a yurt.
"Are you awake? Have something to eat."
Following the voice, Zhang Qingrui saw Professor Qin Fang was holding a piece of flatbread, tearing it apart and putting it into his mouth. However, his eyes were fixed on a map spread out on the ground.
In the same yurt, there was a smaller box. Inside the box was the set of skeletons.
Her body was indeed in a state of hunger. Zhang Qingrui stood up silently, taking a piece of flatbread and a bowl of slightly salty milk tea called 'Sutaika' by the locals.
She quickly hid in a corner, eating the food in silence with fear and uneasiness — This was the third time she woke up.
As for the previous two times, she was basically knocked out by Professor Qin Fang with a taser. But this time, she could only give up the idea of resisting temporarily.
Tearing off a small piece of the cake, Zhang Qingrui looked at the box subconsciously … Soul, bones, possession?
Almost in a way of impact, she kept colliding with the concepts formed by the socialist science education she received these years.
'I … am the key to enter the graveyard?'
Every time she fainted, Zhang Qingrui felt as if there was another person in her mind. Fragments of memories from long ago kept appearing in her mind.
They were fragmented, they seemed to have no main line, they seemed to be trying to tell her a complete story — but they were not complete themselves.
In the dream, she always had a feeling of wanting to cry. This kind of sadness that came from her heart and perhaps didn't belong to her kept stirring her heart even after she woke up.
Theoretically, she was forcibly taken away by Professor Qin Fang, and there was no way to communicate with the outside world. The professor's means of confinement couldn't be considered as gentle.
So she should be more frightened and frightened.
However, it seemed that because she was about to reach a certain place, there was another kind of excitement hidden in her heart.
"Professor … Why are you so insistent on going back into that ancient tomb?"
In any case, he wasn't a complete stranger. In the two years of Zhang Qingrui's life, Qin Fang, as one of the tutors in her college life, was a bit of an elder after all. She was afraid of him, but not to the extent that she didn't dare to talk to him.
But Qin Fang was not like the customers in the antique shop she dealt with. He carried out this operation with a clear sense of paranoia, so it was naturally dangerous.
"There are some things I need to get back." Qin Fang was still looking at the map on the ground.
"Is it a rather valuable … cultural relic?"
Probably because of her family background, Zhang Qingrui easily connected the unknown ancient tomb with the cultural relics. In fact, she had come into contact with people who sold cultural relics.
Gu Yue Zhai's business was huge, so they had all kinds of connections. These connections were all made by her grandmother, but almost half of them were handed over to her.
Things that could really be called good treasures were things that had long been covered in dust under the soil. As for finding such good treasures, it naturally required a more special and obscure professional.
…
Unexpectedly, Qin Fang suddenly stood up, "There are some warm clothes on the cabinet, you'd better put them on. We'll set off later, and the temperature on the grassland will drop to very low in the evening. "
After finishing his words, Professor Qin Fang opened the yurt, walking outside.
When Zhang Qingrui woke up last time, she had walked out of this yurt. Surrounded by the vast grassland, the professor seemed to live in a house on the grassland.
She didn't understand the language here, so she couldn't communicate with the owner of this house — She really didn't know where to escape to in this grassland.
Zhang Qingrui didn't think she was a particularly strong girl, so her heart had long been in a mess when she encountered the current situation — On the other hand, an indescribable sense of excitement spread in her heart.
She was vaguely looking forward to what was going to happen, as if this was something that could bring a stone to her life that had always been tranquil.
"First of all, I can't starve myself."
Zhang Qingrui cheered up, quickly finishing the pancake in her hand and reaching for another one on the plate. This time, it was not only a pancake, but also a plate of mutton that she hadn't touched before.
In the past, she would dislike the mutton's rank smell, but now she could enjoy it with relish.
While eating, Zhang Qingrui had an idea. She didn't know what would happen next, so she quietly wrapped up a pancake and hid it in her clothes.
Outside the yurt, Professor Qin Fang sat at the place where other people fed the sheep, lighting a Cuban cigar, silently watching the smoke rising into the clear blue sky.
Silently waiting for the grassland to turn cold.
…
…
Just as he already knew, the altar's long-distance teleportation was very harsh on applications that were not within its business scope. It was like a vampire.
The one-way journey to Khuree Bator cost 10 days.
After complaining silently, Boss Luo finally chose a one-day … flight.
Of course, there was no way to compare the efficiency, but according to Qin Chuyu's words, the professor wouldn't do any harm to Zhang Qingrui.
In the departure hall.
Naturally, there was no way to meticulously prepare food outside — or so you thought.
But Miss Maid of the club perfectly explained the great significance of human's invention of the food box. The Japanese-style food box had three layers, each containing exquisite food.
"Miss Qin, do you also need some?"
You Ye asked Qin Chuyu while placing the luxurious food boxes in order in front of Luoqiu.
"No need." Qin Chuyu shook her head.
Not only in front of Luoqiu, but also in front of this Miss Maid who claimed to be 'just the master's maid', Qin Chuyu could feel the enormous pressure.
And this pressure would most likely not lessen for some time to come.
— I have something to ask the professor, and I don't want to delay it for too long … If the professor's destination is that ancient tomb, Miss Qin should remember it. Can you lead the way?
Not long ago, after this club member clearly expressed his intention, Qin Chuyu could only agree.
Because … this Miss Maid who was introducing the contents of the food box to her master seemed to be the most terrifying thing she had felt in the past 500 years, except for that 'door'.
It was like an abyss of cumulus clouds, and also like an unknowingly surging undercurrent.
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