Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 152 (2)
The next day, I packed up my things and asked the innkeeper to take away the freezer. Erjian and I went back to the inn. I looked around during lunch, but I didn’t see Fang Fang. The professor worked all night and went to bed at dawn, and he hasn't woken up yet.

I asked the boss to cook some meals and put them in a big box, and I took the box and sent it to Fang Fang.Arriving at the door of Fang Fang's room, she knocked for a long time before Fang Fang rubbed her eyes sleepily and opened the door. Seeing that it was me, she immediately woke up from a daze. Seeing that I had brought her food, she immediately He showed me a sweet smile and quickly let me into the house.

But there were only the two of us in the room, and Fang Fang was a little nervous and at a loss when we were alone. I smiled and opened the box and took out the food for Fang Fang to eat while it was hot.While eating, Fang Fang said, it turned out that last night Fang Fang saw Professor Sun reading the ancient book taken out of the coffin, and by the way, translated the classical Chinese in the original book into vernacular.Fang Fang was fascinated after reading a few paragraphs, so she sat down to help sort out the vernacular translated by Professor Sun, and it took a whole night to sort out all the contents of the book.

Fang Fang said to me: "In fact, this book is more like a diary. It records many things about the owner of the tomb. I have compiled the contents of this book into a short story. Do you read it?" I have a stack of manuscript paper, I took a look at it, the writing on this manuscript paper is really beautiful, the elegant font is just like the person who wrote it, I like it, the writing is really like the person!
I was attracted by just reading a few lines at random. This is the self-report of the owner of the tomb. It can be regarded as a diary. I can’t put it down when I pick it up. Did I write well?" I suddenly remembered that I was still in the room, so I put away the stack of manuscript paper, let Fang Fang continue to rest, and I came out with the big box.

Back in my room, Er Jian went somewhere to play. I lay on the bed and began to read the content of the manuscript. It took me an entire afternoon to read it. I hope this is the real personal experience recorded by the owner of the tomb hundreds of years ago. experience.At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, more than a hundred remnants of the Ming Dynasty fled to Miaowang City, which is today's Phoenix City, under the leadership of a guerrilla general named Yuan Hao. Seeing the beautiful scenery and remote terrain, there is no Qing army here. She lived incognito, put the steel knife in the warehouse and put away the armor, and intermarried with the local Miao people to have children and start a family. Although she was not rich, she could live and work in peace and contentment. This is how the story began.

During the Shunzhi period, more than a thousand bandits from western Hunan besieged Miaowang City. The bandits in western Hunan were cruel and easy to kill. Miaowang City is in danger, people in the city are in panic, crying loudly.

At the critical moment, Yuan Hao resolutely put on his battle armor again, polished his steel knife, gathered the old troops, and gathered all the young and strong men in Miaowang City, and put together a city guard team of about [-] people to prepare for the protection of his homeland. Fight to the death with the siege bandits.

(End of this chapter)