Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"What, Professor Yang?"

"You know him?"

Of course Mo Lan would not know that Professor Yang was my graduation thesis advisor, and it was because of my article that he almost lost his life.

Suddenly, I remembered that just when we were escaping in the helicopter, the professor's assistant said that the professor seemed to have the latest research, and then he desperately went to find the person who entered the mountains.

Could it be that his new discovery is related to the ancient Rakshasa country?

"Professor Yang... seems to be injured. Aren't he receiving treatment in the United States now?" I still don't know how his condition is. I haven't even been able to see him since he was sent to the hospital. I still think about it. Some guilt.

"No, he returned to China."

Mo Lan originally planned to visit Professor Yang in the hospital in the United States, but when she went there, Professor Yang had already recovered and returned to China, so she did not see him in person.

So early the next morning, we decided to go back to school and meet Professor Yang.

Xiaxi Town is already deserted. Only Chen Qingshan is staying here. He has been working at the Institute of Cultural Relics for most of his life.

Most of the researchers in the camp have evacuated, and those people have been sent to different places in the northwest. Although General Guluo died, the subsequent archaeological excavation work is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

Mou Siren was the first to leave Xiaxi Town. He didn't plan to go back to school with us. Because Dali and Jingyaner wanted to carry out archaeological excavations in the northwest, with the help of Mo Lan, they also returned to the archaeological team and were assigned to a remote place.

Only Dakui, Mo Lan and I left this deserted place.

However, what we didn't expect was that going back to see the professor would not be smooth sailing.

It's the third day since we returned to school.

The school has completely closed, so there are almost no people around. There are only some students who stayed in school to take postgraduate entrance examinations, so it is very quiet.

Mo Lan and I went directly to find Professor Yang, but the school offices were closed. In the past, Professor Yang would stay in the office even during the holidays.

We had no choice but to go to Professor Yang’s house.

The woman who opened the door was a woman in her sixties. She was the nanny of Professor Yang’s family. I have met her and she has been staying at the professor’s house for at least five or six years. After all, the professor usually spends all day doing academic research. Don't care at all.

"We are here to find Professor Yang."

Mo Lan said with a smile, and then put the things we bought on the sofa.

Only then did I look around the room. It was very simple and empty, with only some simple sofas, TVs, and seats.

"He doesn't live here."

The woman replied, "They moved away."

"When did it happen?"

I asked.

"A week ago."

The nanny said that after the professor was cured and returned to China, he never saw him again. Until one day, a group of people from a moving company came. After a few people simply moved the professor's things away, they said that the nanny should live in this house first. Now, the professor moved his residence because he needed to recuperate from illness.

"Then do you have the address of the professor's new home?"

I asked her.

The nanny thought for a moment and shook her head.

Mo Lan looked confused and stared at the room, "We just want to visit the professor, we are his students..."

"I know that many students and teachers have come to visit the professor recently, but until now, I have never met the professor, and I don't know if he is anywhere else?"

"Moving company?"

I muttered, "By the way, do you know which company that is?"

Generally, people from moving companies will wear company-customized jackets, which are convenient for contact and serve as a business card.

"I remember it was... Dragonfly moving!"

The nanny thought for a while.

"Okay, excuse me."

Mo Lan and I put down our things and left.

After leaving his house, we went directly to the Dragonfly moving company. After all, the information the professor knew was very important to us.

Intuition tells me that he even knows the specific location of the ancient Rakshasa country.

There are dozens of large and small moving companies in the city, but this is the first time I have heard of Dragonfly Moving. It should be a small company. I have never seen any advertisements and only do scattered business.

Finally, after asking many people, I found out about this company in a very narrow alley.

The alley is surrounded by old houses that look like they are about to be demolished. However, although this place is small, there are many grocery stores, restaurants, and fruit shops, and this moving company is right next to a fruit shop.

I saw a few of them packing up something.

There were several trucks parked out front.

"Hello, may I ask..."

"Hey, customer, by the way, do you need to move?" A sweaty middle-aged man stared at us with a smile, "We can leave the car at any time."

"No, no, we want to inquire..."

"Trachoma, what are you talking about? Let's do some work."

Before I finished speaking, the muscular man next to me turned dark and cursed.

At this time, Mo Lan took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his bag and said, "Just asking a question."

The rugged man came over, took the money, and counted it, "I want to ask you something, can you tell me?"

"Just a few days ago, did you move to a professor's house? I want to know the specific address." Mo Lan asked directly.

As soon as the words came out, everyone stopped what they were doing and their faces turned pale.