Tomb raiding: Scientists dissect the Queen Mother of the West

early morning.

After having a simple breakfast, Uncle Qi and Qi Mo headed out of the city.

After all, Zhang Dafoye said yesterday that he would wait for them outside the city.

Qi Mo's lips twitched as he looked at the donkey that Eighth Master Qi was leading.

This donkey walks so slowly, are you sure it can escape if there's danger?

What's more, it also has to carry one person.

"Cousin, where did you get that donkey?"

"Why are you so thin and small?"

He thought the mutated camel could kick the donkey away with a single kick.

The size difference between the two is too great.

Master Qi smiled and explained:

"I bought this from a friend."

"I really like it. If I take it on the road, no one will doubt my identity."

He paused, then looked at the mutated camel beside Qi Mo:

"Cousin, your camel is too strong. It looks like it could kick someone to death with one kick."

"If you take it to the mine, the Japanese there might suspect your identity."

"Why don't you switch to an adorable donkey like I did?"

The mutated camel was unhappy to hear this; this man was trying to trick his owner into abandoning it.

It raised its hoof and stomped on the ground, crushing a small stone.

Then, it looked sharply at Master Qi.

Qi Baye swallowed hard and, sensing the danger, apologized to the mutated camel:

"Master Camel, I'm so sorry, I misspoke."

"Please don't be angry, and don't kick me."

"We're all on the same side..."

The mutated camel aimed its nostrils at Master Qi and suddenly exhaled a breath.

Qi Baye was so disgusted by the stench that he lowered his head and began to dry heave.

The donkey trembled with fear, worried that the mutated camel would kick it...

After a while.

The two arrived outside the city and met up with Zhang Dafoye and his adjutant, who were in disguise.

However, these two were so imposing that anyone with eyes could tell they were extraordinary at a glance.

Qi Mo felt that their disguise was a complete failure.

I don't know why they would dress so casually instead of making it look so flashy.

They practically have it written all over their faces that they think I'm no ordinary person.

Zhang Dafoye glanced at Qi Mo, and the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But he couldn't remember.

He decided to stop thinking about it and said slowly:

"Let's go, it's getting late, let's head to the mine now."

He mounted the horse, patted its rump, and the horse galloped forward.

Seeing this, Lieutenant Zhang quickly mounted his horse and followed.

Qi Mo and Qi Baye exchanged a glance, sat on their respective mounts, and chased after the two people ahead.

Master Qi patted the donkey's rump and shouted:

"Buddha, please slow down."

"My donkey isn't fast enough; it won't be able to catch up with you."

Zhang Dafoye and his companion had no choice but to slow down.

Qi Mo raised an eyebrow. This donkey was too slow. At this speed, it would take most of the day to reach the mine.

He sat on the back of the mutated camel, raised his foot, and kicked the donkey's rump:

"Run faster, or I'll kill you and use you for lunch."

The mutated pheasant's neck crawled out of Qi Mo's sleeve and stuck out its tongue at the donkey.

Sharp fangs were exposed in mid-air.

Sensing danger, the donkey trotted off ahead at a much faster pace.

Uncle Qi gripped the rope tightly, afraid of falling.

At the front, Lieutenant Zhang pulled on the reins and stopped the horse.

As the donkey rushed past him, he took off a jingling bell.

He put the bell away and complained to Master Qi:

"Eighth Master, why did you tie a bell to the donkey? The sound of it being shaken can be heard for kilometers around."

"Aren't you exposing our whereabouts?"

Qi Baye, perched on the donkey's back, responded loudly:

"What do you know? This is a kind of humor, which suits my identity as a fortune teller perfectly."

"Slow down, slow down, I'm going to fall!"

The donkey ignored him and continued running forward.

It just wanted to get away from that red venomous snake.

Upon hearing Master Qi's words, Deputy Zhang curled his lip, finding it rather humorous. He was here to investigate matters, not to play around.

…………

Zhang Dafoye pulled on the reins, slowing down the galloping horse, preparing to test Qi Mo.

After all, this person was too mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air, and he couldn't find out even a trace of information about him.

When Qi Mo caught up, he finally asked:

"I heard you're from Tianjin, but I've never heard you speak Tianjin dialect."

I'm used to speaking Mandarin.

"By the way, where in Tianjin do you live? Maybe I can visit you when I go to Tianjin sometime."

"Outsiders are not welcome in my home."

Qi Mo secretly rolled his eyes. Trying to find out about me? Not so easy.

Go ahead and ask if you dare, I guarantee you won't get a single useful piece of information.

Master Zhang gave Qi Mo a deep look and asked again:

"Have we met before? You look so familiar."

"No, you may have met someone who looks similar to me."

Of course, Qi Mo couldn't reveal his identity and say that he had seen your ancestor three thousand years ago.

This era is not like the era in front of the park.

Once he learns of his special status, this Zhang Dafoye might take action against him.

Once he learns of his special status, this Zhang Dafoye might take action against him.

After all, few people can resist the temptation of immortality.

Next, Zhang Dafoye asked a few more questions, which annoyed Qi Mo, causing him to start talking nonsense.

Which school in Germany did you study at?

"Ah, you said you were extremely nervous and scared the first time you went into a tomb. Digging up someone's ancestral graves can certainly make you nervous, and it's also immoral."

"How did you get to Changsha?"

"You said you were kicked out of your family, which made you very sad, and you're determined to make something of yourself and prove them wrong. Young man, I support you."

"No, I'm asking you..."

"Oh, you mean when you were three years old and you wet the bed? That's not a big deal, I won't laugh at you."

Ahead, Master Qi turned around and asked:

"Buddha, did you really wet the bed when you were three years old?"

"No, your cousin is just making things up..."

Qi Mo counted on his fingers and said confidently:

"I'm not making this up; I calculated it all myself."

Zhang Dafoye lost interest in continuing the conversation. He was worried that if they kept talking, all his dark past would be exposed.

He patted the horse's rump, and the horse galloped forward, leaving Qi Mo behind.

[You have such a sharp tongue, bringing up someone's embarrassing past.]

[Master Zhang wishes he could shoot you dead]

Qi Mo thought to himself:

"I'm just telling the truth. If he can't stand it, he shouldn't keep asking me questions."

"To be honest, he has a bad temper. I only said a few words to him and he started giving me attitude."

"I haven't even said those hurtful things to him yet."

If you dare mention the tragic deaths of his father and other relatives, he really might pull out a gun on you.

Qi Mo snorted.

If Zhang Dafoye keeps asking, he will tell you.

If you dare to draw your gun, I dare to throw an S-shaped bomb. Let's see who dies first.

He's not one to swallow his anger!