With the help of archaeology, the novel I wrote has come true!

"I haven't seen that one. I just want to ask, what is a sacrificial boy? Could it be a boy chicken?"

"Upstairs, are you hungry at night?"

"Yes, hungry!"

Seeing what they said, Wen Kai said to Professor Jin with some helplessness: "Professor Jin, netizens are more curious about what a sacrificial boy is, can you explain it to them?"

"Good good!"

Professor Jin immediately agreed.

"The so-called sacrificial boys are those who were buried early when the tomb was just built. They were originally sacrificial ones, but because they were very young, they were called sacrificial boys."

"Generally, the burial boy will be buried on the outermost floor of the tomb, and you can usually see it as long as you open the door of the tomb."

"The buried children have a common feature, that is, they did not die naturally, but were injected with mercury from the nasal cavity with a special container when they were alive."

"In other words, they were poisoned to death while they were alive!"

After Professor Jin finished speaking, the barrage exploded again.

"This ancient man, Te Niang is too much, kid! Just poisoned to death like this? Just for yourself?"

"The ones in front deserve to die."

"Yes! They deserve to die!"

"Damn, I remember that the owner of this tomb seems to be the founder of the Shang Dynasty. Didn't he tell the world with kindness? Why is it still like this?"

"In the front, you have to distinguish between real kindness and fake kindness!"

……

I saw one after another on the tomb robber.

A look of helplessness appeared on Wen Kai's face.

In fact, it really doesn't have much to do with being kind or not.

It doesn't mean that there is a boy who was buried in his tomb, which means that he is not kind.

Rather, the tombs were designed like that at that time, and it really has nothing to do with benevolence or not.

Wen Kai didn't intend to explain to the netizens, after all, they believed in some things, and if he explained, he would justify the dead.

Wen Kai didn't intend to be such a vigilante.

"Professor Jin, are we going to open the coffin?" Wen Kai asked Professor Jin.

Professor Jin hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"We have to open the coffin in this business. We know very little about the tombs of the Xia and Shang Dynasties. We have to go through this tomb to understand something."

"Ok!"

Wen Kai complied, and said to the people in the live broadcast room: "You guys are lucky today. You don't have to come to the site to see the tomb from so many years ago."

"I'm sorry, the University of Wenzhou is really bad, don't you know what day it is today? The social animals who have to work on Monday tomorrow don't want to stay up late!"

"In the front, even if you don't want to stay up late, you will definitely not be able to sleep. Please ask for leave tomorrow."

"I can't please, my boss is a weekly pickpocket, let alone asking for leave, if you are late, you will be deducted the perfect attendance bonus. I have persisted for 28 days this month, and I don't want to fall short."

"Then I can only wish you peace!"

……

The barrage was full of irrelevant words, so Wen Kai didn't read any more.

Professor Jin and the others have already started making preparations for the opening of the museum.

Wen Kai took the camera and walked here and there, looking there, showing everyone what's in the tomb.

"Open the coffin!"

Following Professor Jin's order, several people headed by Lin Zhihao took professional tools and pried the coffin nails next to the coffin again and again.

The movements of several people were in unison.

A few minutes later, the six coffin nails fell together almost instantly.

Wen Kai stood aside, a little admiring.

I have to say that these professional people really work differently.

"Don't move!" Wen Kai said suddenly.

The people who had already put their hands in the crack of the coffin suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

"There's something inside."

"Professor Jin, this is the expert you brought here? Isn't this the coffin of two sacrificial boys? What can be inside?"

Professor Jin also looked at Wen Kai with some doubts: "Mr. Wen, you are..."

"I advise you to be obedient!" Wen Kai said seriously.

Just now Wen Kai showed that there was nothing strange about the opening of the museum, and now he is like this. Even Professor Jin can't figure out his attitude, let alone a member of the archaeological team.

But those before the live broadcast were different.

"I thought that if we didn't remind him, Comrade Wen would have forgotten the plot he wrote himself."

"Yes, yes, yes, I really hold back not to spoil it, I have worked so hard!"

"In the front, I'm afraid you really want to send Wenda in."

……

At the same time, Lin Zhihao also said: "Mr. Wen, to be honest, I have tolerated you for a long time. We are both from majors, but you are nothing, just a novel writer. What you are talking about here is hard Isn't it the plot in your novel?"

Wen Kai's complexion suddenly changed a little.

Lin Zhihao motioned the people around him to put down their things, walked to a place only three or four steps away from him, and continued, "Mr. Wen, could it be possible that you really thought that the plot of your novel had come true? You come, but it is just a suggestion from above, saying that you may be able to help, we are not the same as the professor, we don't believe in your ghosts and monsters!"

Hearing this, Wen Kai wasn't angry either. It's hard to persuade the damned ghosts with good words. It really doesn't matter if you don't scare them.

Wen Kai said with a smile: "In this case, you can open the coffin! But don't blame me for not reminding you, some coffins cannot be opened at will!"

"Oh, the dead duck has a hard mouth!"

Professor Jin has been silent.

But he didn't speak, and his attitude was already very clear.

He is on the side of his students.

"Damn, although my mother said she wanted to watch the live broadcast of archaeology, but my mother doesn't want to watch Wen Da being wronged."

"That's right! Damn it, Wenda isn't updating anymore, and I'm not making any money, so I'm here to help you guys! As a result, he doesn't know good people."

"If something happens to them, it's really their own fault!"

"Some people are born to be damned! What's the name of the one who spoke just now? Lin Zhihao, right..."

"Yes! I was quite a fan of his looks at first, and thought that the archaeological team's old-fashioned and good looks could really give me a kick. Now I want to go back and slap myself a few times..."

"Don't blame us Wenda for dying!"

……

Wen Kai watched the comments in the video becoming more and more unfriendly.

He coughed lightly, and said to the camera: "Whether you are my fans, fans of my works, or passers-by, the archaeological team must have their own considerations, and I hope you will not maliciously speculate on theirs." Thoughts, maybe really nothing."

"Okay, listen to the University of Wenzhou, I will watch the live broadcast quietly and don't speak."

"Yes, yes, what Wen Da said is right!"

Seeing that the barrage became harmonious again, Wen Kai breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the video camera in one hand, and took out the Myriad Chance Umbrella with the other.

Although this thing is said to be called the Thousand Chance Umbrella, it is actually transformed from the Vajra Umbrella.

Moreover, Wen Kai has never tried it, so he still needs to learn how to use it.

Although those archaeologists committed suicide, he couldn't just watch the other party release the zongzi.

Otherwise, not to mention the heavy casualties of the archaeological team, he would also be in trouble.

When Lin Zhihao and his group saw him coming, their faces were ugly, but he was fine, so they simply ignored him.

Several people stood up again, and he asked Professor Jin, "Professor, shall we open the coffin now?"

"open!"

Following Professor Jin's order, several young men worked hard together and quickly lifted the coffin lid.

At the same time, a small blue-purple hand protruded from the coffin, holding the coffin lid and the raised part of the coffin seam, as if it was about to come out of the coffin at any time...