As for those colluding with him, there’s no way they’d be indulged!
Tang Shu was momentarily startled before nodding her head.
She discovered that she seemed to have taken a liking to this prosperous age.
Professor Cao was woken up by a flurry of quiet discussions.
The moment he opened his eyes and saw the tent ceiling, he couldn’t immediately grasp where he was or what was going on.
And in his ears, there were already chirping exclamations.
"Damn! That’s too dangerous, right? Is it really true?"
"It feels like watching some adventure drama; Senior Zheng, did you really see it with your own eyes?"
"Tomb robbers should die, not only drugging us but also coveting Chief Ah Jia’s treasure!"
"Oh, Senior, tell us more, we’re dying of curiosity!"
Zheng Anhe outside the tent was quite helpless. Ever since a few students awakened, they had been pestering him with questions all day, repeating the same story over and over again, and he was tired of it even though they were not.
And moreover... he had omitted some things that couldn’t be mentioned, such as the mysterious acupoint-pressing and ancient martial arts!
If they really knew all that happened inside the ancient tomb, they’d probably be ecstatic to lift Tang Shu into the air and give her a big nuzzle.
They were already starstruck fans, and now, without a doubt, if they were crazy fans before, they were probably on the verge of becoming sasaeng fans.
In the tent here, Professor Cao sat up with a daze and felt a slight chill, so he put on a thicker piece of clothing for himself.
The altitude in the Tibetan Area is high, with significant temperature variations between day and night. Even during summer, one must prepare thick coats, let alone in the early spring.
A cough fell, and the tent flap was lifted as Fang Yining walked in.
"Professor Cao, are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
"I feel a bit dizzy."
"Dizziness is normal here; altitude sickness is common, and everyone’s heart rate has increased due to the drugging. Just take medication for altitude sickness and avoid vigorous exercise."
While speaking, Fang Yining poured a cup of boiled water and directly handed the medication to Professor Cao.
"Wait, I remember we were supposed to be in the tomb chamber?"
"Ah, right, we encountered an accident. Let me tell you what happened afterward..."
Professor Cao’s reason still hadn’t fully returned when he was forcibly regaled with a heart-stopping tale.
Ten minutes later, it seemed the older man remembered something and glared fiercely at Fang Yining.
"I remember, when I passed out, you smashed a ceramic container?!"
So, that’s what you care about?
emmm, feeling so wronged~~~~
Half an hour later, Professor Cao left the tent, well-rested, with a listless Fang Yining following behind.
"Have all the ceramics been transported out?"
"They have been moved out; don’t worry, sir, those items are your pride and joy, everyone knows that."
"If you know, then take me to see them right away!"
"Right this way, please—"
Fang Yining, helpless, led Professor Cao briskly to a tent.
"They’re in here, both the ones intact and those smashed, all here... hey!"
Before he completed his sentence, he was stunned by the sight inside the tent, standing agape!
Professor Cao looked inside and immediately found himself astonished as well.
Meanwhile, a slender figure was sitting in the tent, her delicate right hand clutching a brush, carefully depicting a ceramic piece.