Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 33 (1)
Sure enough, it started to drizzle in the early morning, hitting the tent with "Boom! Boom!".After being woken up, I got up from the folding bed in a dizzy state, looked around, and saw an empty Wuliangye wine bottle, a large pile of empty beer cans and many leftover sheep bones on the ground in the tent .The tent was full of the smell of alcohol, smoke and mutton. Watching Erjian snore and sleep like a dead pig.It took me a long time to remember what happened last night, and I don't know when Master Shovel left.Anyway, when I left, I remembered that the team broke up because the wine and meat were gone. This old guy can really drink!

I staggered out of the tent, stretched my waist and took a few deep breaths. The raindrops hit my face and my body felt cool and comfortable, but my mind was still dizzy and unclear. One style is like practicing Taijiquan, and then gradually speed up the rhythm, practice over and over again, the sweat gradually stays on the face and body, the more I sweat, the clearer my mind is, until the whole body is sweating, and the morning urine is gone It stopped without a trace.I went back to the tent, took towels and other toiletries and some clothes, ran to the tent dedicated to showering by the armed police, took a shower, and then returned to the tent refreshed and cleaned the floor.Then he set up an alcohol stove and cooked two bags of instant noodles in a large stainless cup. After he finished eating, he cooked another two bags for Erjian, and then woke Erjian up to eat noodles.Sometimes I really feel that Er Jian is like a lion, usually likes to close his eyes and take a nap, once he finds his prey, he immediately turns into a ferocious beast.
It’s okay to rest today, Erjian and I are bored in the tent, listening to the radio, and have no other entertainment.With a cigarette in my mouth, I carefully wiped the saber with a cotton cloth. There was nothing I could do. This guy from Erjian used my knife to shave all the time, and told me that it was very useful. How damned!Is this knife for shaving?Er Jian lay bored on the folding bed, so he picked up the scabbard of my saber and sharpened his West German machete with the whetstone on it, and asked me as he sharpened it, "Dongzi, don't you know the old donkey?" What is that guy doing, I haven't seen him for more than two weeks, and I still miss him, and that old ghost." I was playing with a saber in my hand, and when Erjian asked me, I smiled wryly and said, "It's definitely not like The two of us are eating and sleeping like this, maybe we are eating roast duck and drinking wine in Quanjude, as for the old ghost, he must have made a hole in a cemetery." Mentioning the roast duck in Quanjude, Erjian said to me with twinkling eyes: "Then Quanjude's roast duck is great. It tastes full of oil. It's fat but not greasy. It's delicious!" I immediately salivated faster, and I couldn't control it. I licked my lips and said, "Jianzi, I guess this time After the archaeological activities are over, it is almost time for us to become full-timers, and then I will treat guests to a big meal of roast duck, and eat seven or eight of them!" Erjian immediately shouted: "Yes! Eat it until you feel like throwing up when you see roast duck! "As soon as the voice fell, someone outside the tent said: "Don't spit it out, spit it up after eating this duck." Then an oily roast duck "flying" in from outside the tent, exuding the familiar fragrance of both of us, oh !It's not flying, it's holding it with one hand, and the owner of the hand hasn't come in yet outside the tent, but Erjian and I knew who was coming as soon as we heard this unique sound, old donkey!

(End of this chapter)