Night fell. Zeng Hongling arrived. She leaned against Su Yuanyuan, and the two women just stayed close together.
"Yuanyuan, aren't you tired? I can barely keep my eyes open."
"I'm not tired, but I'm quite scared. Keep your mask on."
"Alright, I'll sleep for a while. Call me if anything happens, and then I'll switch with you."
Su Yuanyuan really didn't dare sleep; after all, her job was to watch over this place, and if danger arose while she was asleep, it would be problematic.
Zeng Yaozu was currently working with two archaeologists to study the inscriptions.
Wei Guangxiang was right beside the little master uncle. The little master uncle hadn't left behind any information at all.
Although they hadn't moved him yet, they had already injected him with preservatives.
There was a mixture of heartache, anger, and incomprehension toward him.
He thought a lot, life is so short, what's the point of chasing after some ethereal things?
