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Weng Yuan this time was thoroughly wilted, numbers kept rolling through his mind, her number, the courage he had mustered to ask for it, but now.
"Stop, who are you?" Right upon arriving at the village, they were stopped.
Qinghe scanned with her eyes once over, noting they were all soldiers, brimming with boldness, checkpoints every three steps, sentries every two—was all this exaggeration really necessary?
Professor Qi quickly produced his identification. Although he didn't understand why an archaeological team's arrival had caused such a commotion, he surmised that their presence at this time was probably because of them.
The man took Professor Qi's credentials, looked them over, and his eyes suddenly brightened. He hurriedly waved to someone beside him, signaling them to come over, "Quickly go notify the officer, tell them the archaeological team has returned."
