Mysterious Tomb: The Enigmatic Gravesite and the Strange Mummified Corpse

Chapter 403: The Wrong Object (2)
I really admire Erjian, he is fearless in the face of that knife-like gaze, and he faces it bravely. He really has the face of our BJ men, although he later told me that he was nervous and stupid, and he didn’t know what to do, so Just click there!But I couldn't see it at the time, I knew that 'Black Zhang Fei' first grinned and laughed loudly and said to us both in blunt BJ words: "Come on, brothers and sisters, sit in the room!"

I first stabbed Erjian who was standing there stupidly, and then said to the big black man with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry for your trouble! This is a little gift we specially brought you from BJ, you Just don’t dislike me!” Erjian also said with a smile on his face: “Yes! Yes! You must accept it!” The big black man touched the back of his head and said something that made me laugh: “Fuck! It’s been years since I’ve heard such an authentic BJ talk, it’s so damn kind!”

Sasha next to me blushed angrily and yelled: "Dad!" The big black man suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly laughed and let us into the house with his family to sit down and drink tea.I drank a few sips of this unknown tea and stopped drinking it, it was really bad taste!This time, Erjian was smart and quickly took it out of his bag and offered it to Zhang Yiyuan with both hands. The big black man opened it and smelled it, and immediately said something to the middle-aged woman in Uighur, and the woman took the tea canister. He smiled and walked away, and after a while, he came in with a large teapot that exuded the fragrance of tea. The big black man hurriedly got a cup and drank it without thinking about how hot it was. Then he poured another cup and said: " I almost forgot about the taste, it’s been more than 30 years!" After speaking, he sighed.

In this way, Er Jian and I chatted with him until dinner, and told him about BJ's current status and changes in detail. He was fascinated by what he listened to, and asked a few words from time to time, for example, Lao Mo is that Is the Moscow restaurant still the same? Is the ice skating rink in Shichahai still there? Is the BJ’s temple fair during the Spring Festival lively? Why didn’t the old ghost come? A series of questions, etc., let me answer them fluently. It's over, and as for the old ghost, he colluded with Sasha to lie before he came, saying that this old guy recently ate too much greasy food and kept running around to recuperate at home!
By the time we had dinner, we had already gotten to know each other well. The big black man asked us to call him Uncle Datou. He said it sounded kind, so Erjian and I changed our tune. Judging by this posture, we can probably call him Uncle Datou after two glasses of wine. Big head!This old man can really drink. Half of a bottle of 56-degree Red Star Erguotou was gone in a blink of an eye. Not only did he not blush, but he also became more energetic.

I started confessing when I was a stubborn boy in BJ, and I have been honest until now, especially when I heard that the two of us are going to Lop Nur, it is even more eloquent, saying that there are evil natures, old dead people, and strange things happening there, whatever you want One incident surprised me and Erjian a bit, that is, the sand people incident that has been widely circulated in this place for decades.

(End of this chapter)