Archeology comes true: Go crazy, and say that the game was compiled

"She's not going into the desert now."

"Since her grandfather died, she has never been to the desert, and has been mourning for his grandfather. If she wants to re-enter the desert, it may take half a year!"

The aunt shook her head and walked away, leaving only Chen Pingan and the three standing in place.

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Chapter 257 The Second Live Map - An Xin

"What should we do now?"

"An Liman is dead, and that girl doesn't want to go to the desert..."

"Who should we call?"

Fatty complained.

Hearing what the aunt said, he had no intention of going to the little girl at all.

the reason is simple.

In a week, there are more than a hundred people who have the same idea as him.

So many people, even Professor Zhang and the others have looked for her, but they are still reluctant to enter the desert.

Even a serious national-level archaeological team can't do it, so how can they do it?

"I see, why don't we spend money to hire someone casually? Anyway, people living in Mobian Village are not unfamiliar with the desert..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Chen Pingan.

"No, the desert is very dangerous now, we must find someone who understands the desert."

"Let's go and find An Liman's granddaughter and ask about the situation."

After finishing speaking, Chen Pingan took the fat man and the little brother straight to the street ahead.

The fat man was walking on the road, looking at Chen Pingan with a faint smile on his face, thinking deeply.

Why do you feel that Xiaopingan is so confident?

What else could he do to convince that girl to fail?

ability?

and many more!

Could it be that Xiao Ping'an wanted to use his face?

he thinks……! !

According to the aunt's instructions, I walked along the street all the way, and soon saw a not-so-big house on the right.

The door of the house was closed tightly, and there were two white wreaths placed at the door, and the door was also framed with white cloth.

A gust of wind blows, and the white cloth is blown up with the wind.

Apparently, someone had died in this house recently.

"This should be An Liman's home, and his granddaughter should also live here."

The fat man said firmly.

He raised his hand and was about to walk over and knock on the door.

At this time.

"Woooo~~"

A gust of wind blows, bringing a burst of melodious music.

The music is beautiful and long... This is a sad song, like mourning, like sighing...

The strong sense of sadness floats with the wind.

The fat man was stunned for a moment.

"Where is the music coming from?"

"What a sad song..."

Even a person like Fatty who doesn't understand the sound of music can empathize with the heavy sadness, which shows the superb skills of the people who play the music.

"This is the sound of the harmonica... the song should be played casually... it is indeed sad..."

Chen Ping raised his head and looked up.

I saw a girl in gray clothes sitting on the opposite balcony. The girl closed her eyes, raised a small harmonica with both hands, and sang slowly with the breeze.

The melody is sometimes low and sometimes melodious, and sadness sweeps in like flowing water, making people sink and unable to extricate themselves.

But then, the painting style changed, the sun rose, the sadness and darkness receded, and the positive and vigorous power was hidden in the melody.

The sound of music can represent the voice of the heart.

Chen Ping can infer the girl's mood.

Because of the death of her grandfather An Liman, her heart has been filled with grief for a month. The sun in the world has been extinguished, leaving only darkness everywhere, and she has been wandering in the darkness like this.

But now, the haze in her heart is slowly receding with time, and her confidence and courage have turned into a new sun, shedding light again.

"Is this An Liman's house?"

At the end of the song, Chen Ping raised his head and asked.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, removed the harmonica, and looked down at Chen Pingan and the others below.

I see.

The girl's face was covered with a light veil, only revealing a pair of big black obsidian-like eyes. She was tall and slender, and belonged to the kind of appearance that would make people's eyes shine even without looking at her face.

"Chen... Ping An?"

The girl didn't want to pay attention to them.

Many people came to her these days, hoping that she could lead the team into the desert, but... the death of her grandfather An Liman made her not interested in this at all, no matter how much money she was given, she would not go there.

But after seeing that this person was Chen Ping'an, she didn't drive him away directly...

She naturally knows the name of Chen Ping'an. The national-level archeology professor and the revealer of the truth about the history of Daxia made their Daxia one of the five ancient civilizations in the world in one fell swoop.

Such a person is worthy of respect, and it is difficult for people not to know.

The girl went downstairs and walked up to Chen Pingan:

"My name is An Xin. An Liman is my grandfather. He passed away last month."

"Do you have anything to do with my grandpa?"

Although An Xin was sad in her heart, she didn't show it on her face at all. Even through the veil, she could see the wheat-colored skin on her face, which was extremely healthy and energetic.

She is obviously a sunny and cheerful little girl.

"I'm not here to look for your grandpa, I'm here to look for you."

Chen Ping glanced at An Xin, and said:

"A few of us plan to go to the desert to find the lost ancient kingdom of Jingjue. We need a guide."

"If it comes to the entire village, you are the most qualified to be our guide."

"so……"

Not finished yet.

An Xin shook her head resolutely:

"no!"

"I once swore to my grandfather that after he died, I would honor him for three months, and for three months, I could not leave Mobian Village!"

"Even if you are Chen Ping'an!"

An Xin spoke decisively.

It's better to be decisive in this kind of thing, because it represents her will not to go to the desert.

The fat man's fat face froze.

What a stubborn girl!

With so many people, even Chen Pingan refused her when she approached her.

Although he was rejected, Chen Pingan was not angry at all, and extended his thumb to express his appreciation to An Xin.

"He plays the harmonica well."

"However, if you really come out and just stay at home, that won't work!"

"You need to come out and walk."

"Would you mind telling me about your grandfather An Liman?"

Chen Pingan looked into An Xin's eyes, the eyes were indifferent, without a trace of emotion, as if an old friend was enlightening her.

An Xin was stunned for a moment, she slightly turned her eyes away, and without distracting Chen Ping'an, she slowly talked about her grandfather An Liman.

It generally tells about some magical experiences of An Liman, such as how to find an unknown water source in the dry desert, or how to find the direction in the lost desert, and how to save many people in the desert.

The more she talked, the more An Xin missed An Liman, and the light in her eyes gradually fell silent.

Seeing this, Chen Pingan smiled slightly, and suddenly said:

"But... I heard that your grandfather still had a wish that could not be fulfilled before he died..."

Om-! !

For an instant.

An Xin's eyes widened suddenly, she took a small step back, and looked at Chen Ping'an in disbelief.

"Grandpa's wish?!!"

"You...how did you know?"

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