What does it have to do with me, an archaeologist, to rob the tombs of my ancestors?

"Grandpa is the head of Xieling, Grandpa is the leader of the mountain removal team, Third Uncle is a famous antique dealer, and Uncle has stolen cultural relics before. Can I sign up for the archaeological team?”

Zhang Xuan’s words in the assessment hall of the Hang City Archeological Association stunned the examiner.

The other people who came to sign up to join the archaeological team were even more shocked.

"Good lord, you dare to come to the archaeological association to register? Are you really not here to surrender?”

"You even signed up to join the archeological team. You’re already lucky to have lived to this age!”

"Others are upright and upright, but you’re crooked and black!”

"Your decision is a little against our ancestors!”

Listening to the whispers around him, Zhang Xuan muttered to himself,""I’m sorry, ancestor. Tomb robbers are not as good as archaeologists these days!”