Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 215 (1)
In the early morning, I walked out of the tent with sleepy eyes and stretched, then took a few deep breaths, and started my necessary morning exercises, playing military boxing.After a few sets of punches, I felt comfortable all over my body, and my mind was cleared up a lot. Suddenly, there was a melodious sound of the piano. This sound is the unique sound of the herdsman's Matouqin. I heard it last night, and I didn't feel much. But the sound of the piano now is not a bit higher than that of the herdsman uncle last night.

The melodious sound of the qin reverberates on the grassland, the tune is vicissitudes, as if it is telling the long history of the Mongolian people, and it seems to be telling the prairie about its attachment and care for it. It is soul-stirring and full of pride. This is the matouqin This is the real Matouqin!

Following the sound of the piano, I walked over and saw an old herdsman sitting cross-legged on the grass not far away, with two big Tibetan mastiffs lying beside him, one black and one yellow, exactly the two Tibetan mastiffs I saw yesterday that hit the sheep with their heads .The old man is really old, his face is full of wrinkles, his hair and beard are all white, and the snow-white beard hangs down to his chest. He is estimated to be seven or eighty years old.The melodious sound of the piano came from the matouqin in the old man's hand.

The old man didn't seem to know that I was coming, and continued to play the matouqin with his eyes closed. The matouqin has been around for many years. The style is very old, and it is a little different from what I saw last night, but the wooden body of the piano is shiny. The tile is bright, revealing a dark red.

When the two Tibetan mastiffs saw me approaching the old man, they immediately issued a warning sound of 'woo woo' from their mouths, and I stopped immediately. Bone, there's nowhere to get vaccinated here.

At this moment, Uncle Chen came over with an iron bucket, greeted me with a smile when he saw me, then went to the old man, put the bucket down, and bowed respectfully to salute.The two Tibetan mastiffs were obviously very familiar with Uncle Chen, and they kept wagging their tails.I looked at the big iron bucket, which was full of raw haggis and sheep intestines.

The old man stopped playing the violin, carefully put the matouqin aside, grabbed a large piece of haggis from the iron bucket and threw it into the air casually without looking at it, only to see the black Tibetan mastiff'hoo! ' rushed out with a bang, and caught up with the haggis with a single jump, 'Wow! ' He bit the piece of haggis in one bite, then stretched his neck and swallowed it.The old man grabbed another piece of haggis and threw it casually, and the yellow Tibetan mastiff also rushed out and swallowed the piece of haggis in one gulp.

Although these two Tibetan mastiffs are huge in size, they are very flexible in their movements. The most terrifying thing is the white fangs in the two bloody mouths, which are really as scary as lions!
Uncle Chen came to me and asked me: "How are these two little guys?" I was startled and asked Uncle Chen, "Is this still a little guy?" It's one and a half years old, it was only born last year, Papa Bateer exchanged twenty sheep from a dog dealer."

(End of this chapter)