At this time, Mr. Guan was squatting on the ground, holding tools, and he didn't know what he was studying.

Liu Zhenying didn't even say hello. He grabbed the rope and walked quickly towards him. With a bright and proud smile, he said hello: "Mr. Guan, look, I'm bringing you a gift."

"Yu Fei?"

Mr. Guan didn't expect to meet him here, so he stood up from the ground in surprise: "Why are you and Xiao Jue here?"

Qu Xiaojue held Mu Jie in his arms, and his tall and straight profile could not be ignored even if he stood there silently. Hearing this, he just nodded with a dignified look: "Mr. Guan."

"Hey." Guan Laoying frowned: "Who contacted you behind my back?"

What Mr. Guan said is not unfounded. You must know that before setting up the task of excavation of the tomb this time, someone wanted to learn from the lessons of the last time. At the meeting, he proposed to call Yu Fei together to save things like last time.

So, what's wrong?

However, Guan Laohe, the dean of the Cultural Relics Institute, knew that Yu Fei was currently in contact with the leaders about the theft of the national destiny, and might be going abroad in a few days, so he rejected the application.

But Liu Zhenying didn't know the twists and turns here. Hearing this, he wrinkled his nose with some complaints: "You are all going to steal my house. If I don't come back, Master will probably go down the mountain and beat me to death."

"Your home?"

"Yes, don't you know that this mountain is my home?"

Facing Liu Zhenying's sincere question, Mr. Guan didn't know what to say for a while.

He does know that this mountain was bought decades ago and is private property, but over the years, this mountain has not been seen by anyone, and there has been no improvement. There is even a "Private property, please do not enter" sign.

There were no cards, so they thought it was abandoned and rushed in without consulting the buyer.

Of course, they didn't have to camp at the foot of the mountain, but they couldn't go up at all.

I remember that when they first walked into the dense forest, they were sent out again in circles before they walked long, and were sent back to the same place, so they had no choice but to prepare to rectify and take a look at the situation.

Mr. Guan smiled apologetically: "Yu Fei, we were not prepared properly in advance and did not rob you..."

"Teacher, the vice-dean calls for you to come over."

Before Mr. Guan could say anything, he saw Xu Jianshen approaching quickly and interrupted from a distance: "I want to discuss the jungle with you, especially like the last time I went there with Teacher Yu Fei.

In that tomb... Teacher Yu Fei?"

Liu Zhenying was wearing a Taoist robe, so Xu Jianshen, who had always been praised by Mr. Guan for being dignified and modest, raised his voice three degrees uncontrollably when he recognized her: "Why are you here too? Didn't I say I wouldn't notify you?

"

"hello."

Liu Zhenying waved to him with a smile. He was Guan Lao's favorite disciple, and they had met him when he went to the tomb.

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, pulled the rope forward, and said with a sly look, "I'm here to give you a gift."

"Gift?"

"No."

Tied to the other end of the rope were two men who were in a coma. One was tall and the other was thin. They were wearing similar clothes. They seemed to have been dragged here by Liu Zhenying throughout the process. Their clothes had been worn out a lot, and even the clothes were worn.

The exposed skin also had several blood stains and was stained with grass juice, making it look extremely miserable.

Only then did Guan Lao react and asked suspiciously: "Who are they?"

"Grave robber."

Liu Zhenying handed the rope to Xu Jianshen's hand, with clean and cool facial features without any makeup, and a pure smile: "They originally wanted to find the entrance to the tomb before you, but they wandered around the mountain.

Lost direction and met me again, so..."

It became what it looks like now.

This is not the world of novels, and the tomb robbers are not the handsome, rich, well-spoken, and steady masters depicted in the TV series.

In real life, stealing cultural relics like this requires a prison sentence.

The minimum penalty is fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years.

Liu Zhenying spread his hands and said in a casual and helpless tone: "I can't help it. Who told them that their lives were bad? They stole things and came to my house."
Chapter completed!