My name is Zhang Qiling, and I just want to hang out in the archaeological team and quietly retrieve my lost memories. But they insist on a live broadcast! When I subconsciously pointed out the Western Zhou inscriptions that even the professor could not understand in front of the camera, the barrage exploded: [What is the origin of this temporary worker? ] When the thousand-year-old blood corpse rushed towards it, but I whispered to it to retreat safely, the live broadcast room became more than 100 million hot: [Script! Definitely the script! I tried my best to hide it, but this generation of netizens and relevant departments are far more sensitive than I thought. Until that day, the tomb collapsed, and I had no choice but to carry the huge boulder with one hand. Looking at the footage that was flooding the screen like crazy, I sighed: "It's over, I can't hide it anymore."
