Nangong Mo doesn’t believe there are so many coincidences in the world.
He gazed at Zuzi’s increasingly ethereal and beautiful face, his feelings growing ever more complicated.
Clearly a re mortal, why does she bear such a similar aura and elegance to the one in his mories?
His sharp gaze scanned around Zuzi, deciding to observe more closely what this woman did rather than listen to what she said.
Words from a woman are not necessarily trustworthy.
While pondering, a voice reached his ears: "Mr. Nangong, your timing is perfect, our team has just surveyed the ancient tomb..."
"What report?" Nangong Mo asked absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving Zuzi.
As Zuzi and Bai Fei walked out, he also began heading outside.
Feng Tang followed: "It’s your dical report, the bone scan. We’ve discovered that a particular vertebra in the image has a physiological curvature very similar to a fossil in the tomb. My student has extracted the fossil, and once we return to campus, I will ask my colleagues in the Ancient Biology Departnt to study it thoroughly. Can you recall if you ever had a bone transplant or suffered any injury..."
Feng Tang was serious about his studies.
But Nangong Mo wore a sarcastic smile: "Troublemaker! This isn’t my report; you’ve got it wrong. No need to continue the research."
Feng Tang: "..." Annoyed at an old man for being ddleso? Ha, if it weren’t for solving your problem, why would an old man like crawl into an ancient tomb?
Nangong Mo’s secretary: "..." Didn’t you say you were here to collect the report?
Feng Tang thought Nangong Mo was in a bad mood for losing the bet on the recent coffin opening, so he didn’t argue, handing the original CT scan image to Nangong Mo for a look:
"Mr. Nangong, if you’re sick, you should get treated. Your vertebra has suddenly degenerated to resemble that of prehistoric creatures, which is unusual. It must be a genetic mutation; you should be cautious of rare genetic diseases..."
The persistent old scholar advised earnestly.
Who knew.
Nangong Mo simply chuckled coldly, withdrawing a lighter from his robe.
The next mont, his long fingers flicked.
"Whoosh!"
Flas shot up, and he set the CT scan on fire right in front of them!
"Ah! What are you doing... this is not right!" Feng Tang lanted, unable to save it in ti, watching helplessly as the CT scan turned to ashes in seconds.
Bai Fei glanced back and sneered, "Hey, Nangong Mo, you are so unethical. Igniting a fire in the ancient tomb, you’re harming the cultural heritage of the Empire!"
Nangong Mo glanced coldly back: "Just a pit in the ground."
The tone suggested that, in his eyes, the recently identified three-thousand-year-old Pangu Axe was nothing more than an ordinary household tool for chopping wood in his backyard.
Everyone present couldn’t help but hold their breath.
Wanting to reprimand Nangong Mo for his disdain towards artifacts, but considering the credit he earned for suggesting the isotope test earlier, no one could find the words.
Sigh, this man is truly beyond good or evil, simply unable to be judged by normal human standards.
The archeological team had gained a great deal this ti, but Feng Tang’s team ended up with nothing to show for it, with the research findings destroyed before they could even begin.
Feng Tang, along with his students, left dejectedly, following the path out.
In the distance, at the entrance to the burial chamber, dust and leaves lifted as a silver-gray airplane slowly descended upon the open field, stirring the air around.
Zuzi and Bai Fei halted in their tracks.
Nangong Mo, however, pressed on without pause, standing beside Zuzi, completely ignoring the plane, his gaze fixated intently on the side of Zuzi’s face.
The plane’s steps were lowered, and a man draped in a dark green uniform overcoat descended with long strides, dark eyes profound, exuding an aura of battle-readiness.
Feng Tang sighed with a "Oh no":
"Miss Zuzi’s bodyguard... has co again!"
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