In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

News about the underground palace of the imperial tombs has been silent outside.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten what happened that day.

No one mentioned the people or things about that day again.

A dim room.

A young man wearing a black sweatshirt and hiding his entire face behind the hat appeared in the mirror.

The young man has a handsome appearance, calm eyes and deep pupils.

It's like a banished immortal left on earth.

Zhang Ziling walked out of the room with a strip wrapped in rags on his back.

Take a taxi outside to Ningshi International Airport.

He received a call from Zhao Wenshan.

The staff had arrived in Ning City, and all of them were there, and he was the only one left.

This archaeological team, Zhao Wenshan, has been formed for a full month.

Every person is carefully selected.

It can be imagined.

He attached great importance to this tomb of the Warring States emperors.

Zhang Ziling sat behind the car, looking at the traffic outside the window, expressionless.

A month ago.

His similarity with the Black-faced God increased to 25%, and he obtained the Qilin Blood.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he fed the Qilin blood to his younger brother, thinking that there would be a good change.

As a result, Qilin Blood, which is said to be able to cure all diseases, cannot play a role.

Ning City International Airport.

The group of people is particularly eye-catching.

Several old men with gray hair, three fashionable students, and seven muscular men wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying outdoor combat bags.

A boy walked to the old man with an impatient look on his face.

"Teacher, we have been waiting for two hours. Who are we going to wait for?"

"I haven't seen anyone these days, so the airs are too big."

"Teacher, what is your identity? Is there anyone in Ning City who needs you to wait?"

Zhao Wenshan pushed the reading glasses and smiled: "Wait for a god who can take us to the tomb."

A girl also came over and said helplessly: "Teacher, you have said this several times."

"Yes, teacher, why do you need him to take us to the tomb? We are archaeologists. Isn't this our major? Why do you need him to take us?"

"Teacher, is he also an archaeological expert?"

"no."

"Then he is a graduate student in archaeology like us?"

"Not it, it has nothing to do with archaeology."

"We are waiting for a guy who has nothing to do with archaeology and has no effect on our graves?!!"

Seeing that the boy couldn't ask a question from his teacher, he turned to several teachers in the yard.

"Teacher Wang, do you know who we are waiting for?"

"Why is this person worthy of us? We need to wait for him."

"Isn't it a very simple thing to get down to the tomb? We don't know how many times we have followed the teacher."

The boy was dissatisfied with dissatisfaction in his words.

The teacher named Wang shook his head and said.

"I don't know who to wait for, but I heard from your teacher that he is a young man."

"I don't care who he is, what role it can do, as long as he comes and doesn't cause trouble."

The boy said angrily: "Since we are not from the archaeological field, why should we wait for him? What's the use of such a person?"

The other two girls nodded.

Obviously, everyone is very distrustful of the people their teachers are waiting for.

On the other side, the seven people in camouflage uniforms were distributed in every corner.

One of them asked.

"Captain, do you know who the person Mr. Zhao is waiting for?"

Sima Zhe shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"Then why should we wait for him?"

"Can he only know the way to the tomb of the Emperor of the Warring States Period?"

Sima Zhe's eyes were cold.

"I asked Mr. Zhao, but Mr. Zhao just said that only that person can ensure their safety."

As soon as these words were said, the rest of the people were unhappy on the spot.

"What does this mean? Isn't we here? Could it be that we can't protect them?"

"This is an insult to us!"

"Who is that guy? Which army is from? I want to ask him to practice."

This is indeed an insult to them.

Because these seven people are special forces from the southwest region, each of them is the youngest soldier king.

Zhao Wenshan also applied to the Chinese military for a full month before applying to them.

It is conceivable how heavy it is.

Before they came, they had probably learned that the tomb of the Emperors of the Warring States Period would be dangerous.

But they were not worried.

Because they are special forces and soldiers!

They have this confidence!

But now we know that their dignified Southwest Wolf Warrior Special Forces Squad is just a substitute, and the real main force is still on the way.

How could you not be angry!

Sima Zhe, the captain of the Wolf Warrior Team, squinted his eyes and sneered: "I want to see what kind of ability that guy has, and he dares to let us wait for him!"

They already have strong hostility towards those who have not arrived yet.

Ten minutes later.

Zhao Wenshan's eyes were looking at the airport gate, looking through.

Until a thin and well-proportioned figure appeared in his sight.

Zhao Wenshan looked excited, left everyone behind, and quickly trotted over.

"Don't tell me, it's that guy we're going to wait for."

The faces of the Wolf Warrior Team were very bad.

It seemed to have been greatly insulted.

I thought it was something amazing.

The result is so ordinary.

"Brother Zhang."

Zhang Ziling walked into the airport and suddenly heard someone calling him.

Looking back.

I saw Zhao Wenshan walking towards him.

Zhang Ziling immediately understood that this was Zhao Wenshan.

The escort target of this mission.

"That's great, Brother Zhang, I've finally waited for you."

"In my heart, this big stone finally landed."
To be continued...