"Cracked, cracked?" Zhang Jin was stunned, and quickly walked around the stone box to the people, and looked at it carefully together.

Sure enough, the prophet child wearing a ribbon hat had an obvious crack on his forehead, which extended to the bridge of his nose.

Zhang Jin was speechless for a while, what is going on?

"What exactly is in this stone box?" Shirley Yang turned his attention to the stone box.

Chen Jiuren observed the murals on the stone box: "This should be an ancient prophecy given by the prophet, but it is not very accurate. It said that no one came into this tomb after the death of the prophet, until later...

Four people came in and opened the stone box, but there were more than four of us."

Zhang Jin did not look at the murals, but reached out and pushed open the lid of the stone box, then opened the second layer of the stone box and took out the sheepskin booklet from inside.

"What is this?" Everyone gathered around curiously.

Zhang Jin said: "A prophecy predicts how we will escape."

"Real or false? Didn't Professor Chen just say that this prophet's prediction is not very accurate." Wang Kaixuan was dubious.

Zhang Jin took a deep breath, and then threw the sheepskin book directly to the ground.

"What are you doing? Even if the prophet is not accurate, this is still a cultural relic! How can you just throw it on the ground!" Hao Aiguo picked up the sheepskin booklet from the ground angrily.

Suddenly, the mountain began to shake violently again!

"It's coming." Zhang Jin looked up at the top of the cave, and cracks began to appear.

"What's coming?" Shirley Yang asked.

"The way out is coming."

"Doesn't this look like a way out? It looks like a dead end!" Wang Kaixuan hurriedly avoided the falling rocks above his head.

"Look, there's a crack on the side!" Chu Jian suddenly said loudly.

"I have it here too!"

Hao Aiguo and Shirley Yang said at the same time.

Hu Bayi looked at Zhang Jin: "Which way to go?"

Zhang Jin looked at the prophet's body and found that the child was still sitting there, motionless.

Brother! You have fallen down. Everyone is waiting for you to save your life! I didn’t mean to destroy your prophecy. Besides, you are broken, so you should be angry, right? Even if you don’t save me, I should save you anyway.

Descend shirley yang now!

After muttering for a while, the prophet was finally knocked down by a falling rock.

After Zhang Jin saw clearly the direction pointed by the prophet, he immediately led everyone to run towards the entrance of the crack.

The shaking of the mountain is getting more and more violent, as if the Zagrama Mountain is about to collapse!

"If this mountain collapses, it will be difficult for Queen Jingjue and her tomb to see the light of day again!" Hao Aiguo lamented as he ran.

"Professor Hao, it's time now. Don't worry about Queen Jingjue. Whether we can escape or not is still a question!"

"Xiao Wang, if the ancient city of Jingjue is gone, what's the use of escaping? Our purpose of archeology has not been achieved at all!"

"As for the big dancing rice dumpling, I think it would be good if it was buried, so as not to go out and harm the people!"

"you……"

"You two, stop arguing and be careful of falling rocks above your head!"

After running through the cracks in the mountain for a while, the archaeological team finally ran out of Zagrama Mountain and came outside.

At this time, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, and a sandstorm swept across the Zagrama Mountains and the ancient city of Jingjue, forcing everyone to put on goggles and turbans and masks before they could take a breath.
Chapter completed!