Marketing numbers come true

Chapter 33

Turtle, there's something about this little white face
Seeing Bai Mo's operation, Yu Xian couldn't help feeling emotional.

In the minds of ordinary people, the ancients did have a system for summarizing mountains, rivers and geography, but the real method of finding dragons and acupuncture points is too mysterious to exist.

Today is considered a real kung fu.

The last time Brother Big Knife dug out the Zhenshan Terracotta Warriors was purely by accident, and the Xunlong Atlas tracked the fossils of Qiptera.

Bai Mo is a true viewer of the mountains, worthy of being the direct successor of the Bai family.

Continuing to dig the soil, everyone carefully dug out another section of Zhenshan Terracotta Warriors, and Bai Mo squatted down to examine the shape of the armor carefully.

"It's a very typical piercing armor, with slender armor. Wusi Lianxuan rhinoceros armor, animal stationery outfit, built tassel brush, built six barge flags, we found the right place."

Wiping off the sand from his hands, Bai Mo stood up and turned to Yu Xian, "What do you think?"

This question came out of nowhere, making Yu Xian look like a bad student who was suddenly asked in class.

Fortunately, I thought in advance that since the Bai family was going to assess their disciples, there would definitely be exchanges on the way, so Yu Xian didn't mess up.

"Other aspects are fine, but this place is too far away from the bucket I placed last time."

More than half a month ago, Yu Xian, Brother Da Dao and Tu Hou entered the Lianchi Mountains from the direction of Yucan City, and found that the location of the cemetery was at least a city away from here.

The distance between the different sides of the Lianchi Mountains is more than a hundred kilometers in a straight line, and the actual distance cannot be calculated.

How can someone build such a big tomb, dungeons and warriors.

"Hehe." Bai Mo patted the sand on his hands, "It's just a grave of suspicion. There are some big figures buried in the Lianchi mountain range. Mo Bingxian even set up a grave of suspicion to hide his true soul."

What Liujuehu asked Brother Da Dao to investigate was a suspected grave, and there were other pangolin personnel of the same type. Bai Mo came this time, and most of the people he searched were also suspicious graves, so he brought these few people.

"Suspicion? Not quite right."

Yu Xian didn't know what the other cemeteries were like, but the place he went to a few days ago had not only zombies, but also unmelted bones, which was extremely vicious.

Zombies are not easy to generate, and it is even more special to not turn into bones.

If you want to use this kind of thing as a tomb, at least put it in the real tomb area.

"No bones? Are you kidding me?" Bai Mo and the pangolins laughed out loud, "It's just a trick, you have been tricked."

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you think that no bone is a Chinese cabbage, and it can grow out if you plant it in the ground?"

Zombies and other yin and evil practice, one sucks the moonlight yin energy, and two swallows blood to eat vitality.

When there are no living creatures moving, this kind of thing should be sleeping obediently, and it is impossible to patrol back and forth.

Ghosts like Mo Bingxian can refine corpses, but he himself is not a corpse king or ghost fairy, and he cannot control zombies to move around honestly for hundreds of years.

According to Bai Mo, when Yu Xian remembered going to the tomb, he had already hidden in the wine cellar with Brother Da Dao, and it was obvious that Bu Huagu hadn't found him.

But the sound of repeatedly rubbing footsteps continued throughout the night, and there were more than two.

There must be some zombies, chasing the previous wave of pangolins and running outside, the boneless one really walked around the outer passage like a guard.

"Is that fake?"

"Of course, after you sent back the results of the investigation, Liujuehu sent people over."

The cemetery is connected with silk threads by means of organs, driving the forged bones that have been cast into the shape of skeletons to move back and forth.

"It's just a trick of the eye. Do you think it's as stupid as a zombie to rush over and bite people? It's so easy to be swept away by you with a gun when you come across the real thing."

"What's the point of scaring people?"

"It's just to make us pangolins think that the tomb of suspicion is real, and all the members go in, and suffer heavy losses in the trap."

Thinking that there were elders in the clan who practiced a similar way and died, Bai Mo's heart was filled with resentment.

"Here we deduce the suspicious mounds everywhere, and first eliminate these fancy thunders."

Locking on the terracotta warriors in Zhenshan, Bai Mo quickly judged where to shovel.

The four pangolins took turns in twos, and quickly opened a half-person-high robbery hole, and then went down to the blue-black seal.

One of them precisely used a chisel to drill holes in the side of the seal, and stuffed explosives every palm or so.

A single explosive is not very powerful, and it is enough to calculate the blasting structure and destroy the sealed soil area in an appropriate range.

thump—

The muffled sound coming out of the ground shook people's hearts as if they were being grabbed by an invisible big hand.

The robbery cave collapsed a little, and the opening was dug again, and the sealing layer was thrown out like a composite building material, revealing the familiar tomb bricks inside.

The slender blade cut into the gap, and the curtain wall was opened a gap that allowed people to lower their heads slightly in about 10 minutes.

Bai Mo was not in a hurry to enter it.

"Let's ventilate all night, let's recharge our batteries and go to the suspicious tomb tomorrow to see what mysteries are inside."

Set up camp at the entrance of the robber's cave, and the bonfire rises to illuminate the darkness nearby.

The current location signal is so-so, and I can barely make a phone call.

Bai Mo was reporting the situation to his family, and Yu Xian's cell phone rang.

"Mr. Yu, your paper has been reviewed by the editorial department. Congratulations."

The approval of the first draft of the core journal is a very powerful thing, but Yu Xian just takes it for granted.

After all, this is an ironclad thing, referring to the achievements of many great scholars before the causal change.

"When will I be able to publish?"

"A month later."

From review to publication, it took about two months, which is already quite fast.

After the manuscript is published, a journal of the corresponding month will also be sent out.

"What is Mr. Yu's address?"

"You can send it to Professor Wen Zhiyuan, I'm currently on a field trip."

"Oh, Mr. Yu is really rigorous in his studies, so stop nagging, and tomorrow the officially included documents will be sent to your mailbox."

After the paper is included in the journal, the editorial department will feed back a stamped letter, which probably means that XX's paper has been included, published in a few months, and signed.

After finishing the call, while Yu Xian was happy, he saw that the eyes of several people around him were all looking at this place.

"What are you doing?"

"You really write papers."

"Otherwise, I'm a paleontologist."

"Pfft." Bai Mo couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, it's pretty good."

"No, I'm really studying paleontology as my main business, and I haven't gotten into pangolins yet as a side job!"

"All right, all right, just keep your personality, we won't expose it."

Yu Xian's mouth twitched twice.

Forget it, can't explain it.

Turn on the phone, and while still connected to the Internet, I also posted other papers.

After obtaining the "Xueba Document Library", Yu Xian wrote five more papers related to Chipterosaurus.

These papers must be released after the "first public papers" are published, and they are temporarily stored in idle online documents.

The editor's review decision has been obtained, and subsequent papers can also be submitted, entering the review stage.

When the "first publicity" is published, papers such as the role played by Chiroptera in the radiation evolution of birds, and the feeding habits and ecological niche of Chiroptera will be published.

Write all the aspects that can be written, no matter how much the later scholars copy and fumble, they will not be able to jump out of the territory that Xian rushed to gather first.

Regarding this mouthful of food from Qipterosaurus, we just ate it clean.

(End of this chapter)