V1.Chapter 10

After leaving, Mr. Shan Li sent Han Weiwei to the hospital. Han Weiwei always had some confusion. In my opinion, Han Weiwei didn't completely remember what happened.

Ghost work who can understand, say not sure he left something for Han Weiwei did not wash clean.

It took some time for ye Wanzhen to explain to me, and I'm afraid only I can believe this explanation. If she told people, they would say she was making up a story.

Ye Wanzhen told me that she is a descendant of Manchu Qing Dynasty. She also said that she is a wizard and will have powerful mana. But now her mana has not fully awakened and is slowly catalyzing, so she can open a door on the wall at will.

I'm scared. Who are these people? One by one, it's weird.

In modern society, science is the mainstream. How can I feel that science can no longer explain everything in front of me.

Ye Wanzhen thought I was scared by her words. In order to prove that what she said was true, she took me to a hidden place. In front of me, she drew a door on the bare wall with the red spike brush that she always carried on her body.

As soon as I saw that door, I would like to laugh. It is estimated that ye Wanzhen has never seen anything too good-looking, or she has no artistic talent at all. After drawing several doors, they are just like the school dormitory. It's really nothing new.

"Xiao Ning, I didn't cheat you, otherwise you see if this door can pass." Ye Wanzhen is afraid that I don't believe it. She shuttles back and forth through the door she drew.

Actually, I don't believe it. I just doubt her painting talent.

I finally looked at Ye Wanzhen and said to her, "what you said is true."

Ye Wanzhen kept nodding to prove that what she said was true.

In this way, the fact that ye Wanzhen is a wizard has been clarified, and I'm willing to accept it. Only then can ye Wanzhen be counted as the past.

As for Han Weiwei and Mr. Li, the school soon found out. The reason was that Mr. Li liked Han Weiwei so much that he did that kind of thing in the hospital. As a result, he was knocked down by a teacher in the school, and the matter spread like wildfire.

Soon, there was a lot of noise in the school.

But Song Ling couldn't remember anything about it. She knew nothing about what she saw in her bedroom that day.

It's really incredible.

Because of Miss Li and Han Weiwei, in the end, the school expelled Miss Li, and Han Weiwei was picked up by her family.

On the day Han Weiwei was picked up, we all went to see her off. Han Weiwei's face is snow white. She can't see the color of blood at all. She has no spirit and her eyes are straight.

Ye Wanzhen and I said, this is for the ghost to absorb the essence, after that is not dead, there is only an empty shell.

Hearing Ye Wanzhen's words, I thought that he really didn't have a good heart.

After seeing off Han Weiwei, ye Wanzhen and I went back to the school. There was a major class in the afternoon, so ye Wanzhen and I went to the showroom together.

I was informed that today's class would be in the showroom.

Walking all the way, ye Wanzhen told me that there was something unclean on the back mountain. Don't go there when I'm alone.

After careful inquiry, I found out that the back hill of the school used to be a forbidden area for ancient tombs. It was expropriated by the government in the Qing Dynasty and has a history of hundreds of years.

Listen to Ye Wanzhen say, I am busy to beat a shiver, isn't he... Is a man Qing Wang Ye?

It's not like that. No matter how gorgeous he is, I can see that he is not wearing Manchu's clothes. Besides, his hair is not bald. How can he be a Manchu Prince without Manchu's braids?

But if he was not, he would not have died before the Qing Dynasty!

When I got to the showroom, I was still thinking about it. Ye Wanzhen pushed me for a while, and I looked again. I was already standing outside the showroom, so I could get back my wishful thinking.

Because we went to see Han Weiwei, ye Wanzhen and I came late for this class. Although Song Ling and I share the same dormitory with Ye Wanzhen, we are not the same department.

Ye Wanzhen and I majored in archaeology, but Song Ling and I were ancient architecture. Although they were all ancient, they were not able to compete with each other.

Knock on the door, the teacher let us in, see we are late, then told us to stand behind. In my opinion, teachers don't like our students who are late for afternoon class.

Today's lesson is about the hanging coffin we saw that day, so I also had the opportunity to go to the front to see it.

There are more than 60 people in our class, and more than 40 people didn't come.

Most of them went to see the gymnastic performance. I heard that a new gymnastic team was set up in our school. They were all beautiful female students. The 40 students went to see the female students.

Remove a few timid, a few feel bad luck, the remaining only five or six people dare to come forward to see the hanging coffin, including me and ye Wanzhen.

"Like this kind of hanging coffin, we can see the age by looking at the material and wood grain. It is reported that this kind of hanging coffin has a history of thousands of years." The teacher talks in the opposite, I stand in the opposite to listen to the teacher.

In fact, I'm not interested in the teacher's explanation. I just want to know how much this coffin is worth. Since it has a history of more than one thousand years, it can be regarded as an antique. I don't know how much it will cost to get one piece?

Looking at it, I couldn't help touching the edge of the hanging coffin.

In the eyes of many students, this is the performance of brain water, but the teacher appreciated very much and said to me: "it seems that Wen Xiaoning has done her homework, you should learn from her."

I suddenly feel surprised, I just touched, the teacher will be so valued me.

I looked up at the teacher, the teacher explained: "if this kind of hanging coffin only depends on seeing, nothing can be seen, but also depends on smelling and touching, so that we can know the specific age."

"When was this?" A classmate asked in a low voice in the back, and the teacher said, "Han Dynasty."

Han Dynasty?

I stare round eyes, more than 2000 years? It's not worth more than gold!

I looked down into the porch as if I saw a piece of gold the size of a coffin. I wish I could break off a piece.

I suddenly found that there was a black thing sleeping in the hanging coffin. Is there anything in it? Or I'm starting to hallucinate.

Just as I was looking at the hanging coffin in a daze, behind a strong wind whistling, my eyes a black, a head fell over.