Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 270 (2)
The old ghost looked at the needle and said: "This beautiful woman died of poisoning, and it was a very poisonous poison. Although the appearance was lifelike, this beautiful woman's skin and muscles were as hard as wood. This is the effect of poison." , In other words, this beautiful woman was made into a human by this poison."

Professor Sun said at the side: "It is very likely that this person was poisoned to death while alive. Historically, it is not uncommon to be poisoned to death while alive. After the Lord died, he was forced to commit suicide by taking poison and was buried with him." I looked at the beauty and sighed, "What a pity! Such a beautiful beauty is probably not yet 20 years old?" Professor Sun said, "It is very possible, the ancient woman was 16 years old. It is common for people to have children at the age of one!" The old ghost also nodded and said, "That's true, and there are still boys and girls buried with them, which is even more cruel!" After hearing this, I shook my head and sighed, human life was really worthless in that era!
Before we knew it, it was more than six o'clock in the afternoon. We packed up our things and walked out of this ancient tomb. Looking at the endless prairie outside the tomb, I took a deep breath. It was almost dusk. This ancient tomb The archaeological work is almost over. I heard from Zhang Ge that the follow-up work is likely to be taken over by the local government. We will go back soon.

In this way, the work of the next few days was spent in sampling, registering, packing and sealing. We worked during the day and went to Uncle Chen to chat and drink at night. The old ghost Erjian and I had one more job than others. Hey Wolf!That white-eyed wolf came to our tent every night to eat leftovers and drink Erjian's footwashing water.

On September [-]th, the local government sent a large team of staff to take over. Brother Zhang said: "It's time to leave. Our task is completed. Let the local staff take over the rest. It is said that these funeral objects have Many of them will be collected and exhibited in the local museum.” Erjian and I were also relieved, it’s time to go home, it’s been almost a month, I miss BJ’s family, BJ’s roast duck, Lao Lu, and me The motorcycle... the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my own doghouse!
Brother Zhang looked at the prairie and said: "I have come to the prairie more than once, and every time I leave, I am reluctant to leave. A good man has ambitions everywhere, and we will come again. Let's go, pack up our things, tomorrow go home!"

In the early morning of September NO.15, there was heavy fog on the grassland again, and I couldn’t see anything a few meters away. I started my morning training as usual, and Fang Fang also came when I was practicing boxing, and stood beside me to watch me practice boxing.After I finished practicing, she came to the ancient tomb with me, wanting to listen to Papa Bartle's Matouqin for the last time.

The sound of the piano is still melodious, and the tune is still so vicissitudes, but today I feel that the sound of the piano has added a kind of sadness. Father Battelle watched us continue to play the piano without saying a word, and suddenly the sound of the piano changed, no longer The vicissitudes of the melodious Mongolian tune was changed to a tune that we are very familiar with. The more I listened to it, the more I felt that the tune was very familiar, but I couldn't remember which tune it was, but Fang Fang exclaimed in surprise: "This is The tune of the old "Farewell"!
(End of this chapter)