Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 244 (1)
After reading this suicide note written by Hua Guoqiang, I secretly sighed in my heart, it is really a man who makes money and a bird dies for food!Just as I was feeling emotional, I heard a commotion outside the tent. I went out to see that it was Brother Zhang and the others driving back. I hurried back to the tent to wake up Erjian to help unload the car.

This time Brother Zhang bought a lot of things, food, drink, and a cage 'cluck! ' Ten chickens crowing.Brother Zhang saw that we came out to help and quickly said, "Don't worry about it, you two, feel tight and go to rest." I patted my chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhang, it's absolutely fine!" Erjian also said immediately: "Yes. No problem, I’ve been fine for a long time!” Brother Zhang smiled when he saw us like this, and said, “It’s good to be young, and the recovery is really fast!” The old ghost snorted twice and said, “If you have nothing to do, hurry up and help Move this chicken cage to our tent and use it tomorrow!" Er Jian and I said, "Hey! With a smirk, he moved the chicken coop to the side of the tent and put it away. The old ghost took out a few leftover steamed buns from the tent and broke them into pieces and put them in the chicken coop.

Brother Zhang commanded the team members to unload the car and handed me and Erjian Laogui three camel cigarettes and said: "I met someone who was easy to talk to, and I issued an invoice for tools, and I bought a few boxes of cigarettes by the way. Anyway, it’s fine if it can be reimbursed! "This brother is really righteous!
After dinner, Erjian and I watched the old ghost rummage around to find a small wooden box. After opening it, there were a dozen pills inside. The old ghost picked out three small pills, opened the wax shell and put the pills into a porcelain bowl. In the bowl, pour a little white wine to dissolve, stir it into a paste with chopsticks, and pour it into a small glass bottle.

The old ghost looked at the ointment in the glass bottle and nodded in satisfaction. When he looked up and saw us staring at him with big eyes, he explained: "This is for tomorrow, and it will be applied on the anti-virus by then. The filter port of the mask is guaranteed to be safe." Erjian asked the old ghost: "Have you used this thing? Don't give it to my brother to fold it in.!" The old ghost said dissatisfiedly: "Our things can be wrong. Are you done? Tomorrow I will go down the tomb first, and you two will follow me, if you are afraid, don’t go!"

I quickly flattered the old ghost: "Jianzi, are you still worried about our ghost brother's things? It is definitely a good thing, and I will go to the grave first tomorrow!" Erjian also quickly flattered: "Yes! I just Just ask, how can you not believe it, by the way, I still have a bottle of Wuliangye here, let's drink a few glasses to sleep." The old ghost looked at our golden eyes and said helplessly: "If you enter the tomb tomorrow Don’t mess with things, take what I tell you to take, otherwise you will be in trouble.” Erjian and I said in unison: “No problem! Drink!”

The three of us took the wine bottle and beef jerky and ran to the grass of the tent to sit on the ground under the moonlight. While drinking wine, we looked at the prairie under the moonlight, and heard the vicissitudes of life from the herdsmen. The singing, from time to time, is also mixed with the sound of bulls roaring, sheep barking and dogs fighting!
After drinking until after nine o'clock in the evening, the three of us lazily yawned and prepared to go home. Suddenly, the melodious sound of the matouqin came to mind again. Er Jian and Lao Gui were stunned. I'm used to it, so I haven't heard the sound of Papa Battelle's piano. I have been listening to it every day during this time. Now, Papa Battelle will go to our construction site to play the motouqin at night. I don't know how big it is. Grassland Why does he always like to go to that place, probably to find a feeling?
(End of this chapter)