Regarding wild history, Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian uphold the same attitude, they only treat it as a joke or topic, and never take it seriously. Because since it has been labeled as a wild history, it is largely some folk rumors and myths, which are attractive, but not very credible.

But it is not excluded that some wild histories have authenticity, but relatively rarely, the Feixian tomb in front of you is a record in the wild history, according to Zhang Xian, I didn't expect it to really exist.

"The owner of this Flying Immortal Tomb, if it's not a human, then what is it?" Zuo Xiong asked.

"Actually, I should have thought that maybe the owner of this Flying Immortal Tomb is a Moort, or rather, a close relative of the Motl we are looking for, a pseudo-Moort. Zhang Xian said.

"Then what is the matter with these eight beauties?" asked Zhang Jiayong.

"The Eight Beauties are indeed our Chinese people, and they are first-class beauties, but they sacrificed their lives in pursuit of immortality and eternal beauty. You must know that some people have had a very beautiful face since they were a child and grew up in the praise of everyone, so they will be very afraid of what they will do if they lose their face one day, so their mentality begins to gradually distort, and they give up their lives in order to pursue their appearance forever. ”

"In fact, a long time ago, some people said that these pseudo-Moorts lived with ordinary people, and some became national teachers of a country to help the emperor protect the wind and rain in the country. ”

Zhang Xian told the content of the wild history he had heard, which was indeed quite consistent with what they had seen so far, and it seemed that this wild history was well-founded.

"Then the owner of this tomb is the king of the pseudo-Morts? But why does he pursue immortality? Their lifespan should be different from that of humans, right?" Zuo Xiong asked several questions in a row, which Zhang Jiayong also wanted to ask.

"Well, I don't know. But I guess maybe it's not for immortality, but to follow in the footsteps of their main clan!" Zhang Xian said.

The pseudo-Moorts of Devil's Mountain that Zhang Xian once saw can be said to be a branch group of the real Moorts, or a remnant clan.

The real Molts don't know when they disappeared, and those future people also told Zhang Jiayong that even if they use time and space travel technology, they can't find the period when the Molts existed and disappeared, and there are only some traces to prove that they did exist.

"Moreover, I talked to their king, and they did have the idea of looking for the main clan, and said that there were ancestors who had done this before, but I don't know if it was successful, it seems that this Flying Immortal Tomb is the ancestor in the mouth of the king. Zhang Xian continued.

"Then what's so special about this Flying Immortal Tomb?" Zhang Jiayong asked, by now, it is basically certain that the wild history circulated among the people is true, the Flying Immortal Tomb really exists, and the statement that the Eight Beauties pursue immortality is also well-founded, and now it is necessary to study the characteristics of this Flying Immortal Tomb.

If you compare it with a normal tomb, there is no big problem, but there are more tombs, there are forty-nine, and then there is one more such a weird gossip pattern.

"Xian, we haven't found the main coffin, so you say, can this main coffin be teleported away through this gossip pattern?" Zhang Jiayong said with a big brain.

Zhang Xian squatted down and carefully studied the gossip pattern, but he was also a layman, not a professional warlock, and he didn't understand this knowledge.

"Could this be a teleportation array? After all, some science fiction novels have such a bridge. Zuo Xiong said tentatively.

Although Zuo Xiong's words are a bit exaggerated, there is really this possibility, after all, in this era, there are more and more things that cannot be explained by science, and even, Zhang Jiayong once doubted whether there is really a mythical era, and for some reason, the mythical era collapsed and transformed into the age of science and technology.

Zhang Jiayong thought about it carefully, and he was frightened by his own thoughts, but maybe this is really the case......

"Then do you think this is a spatial teleportation array, or a time teleportation array?" asked Zhang Xian.

"It should be...... Time Teleportation Array, the Morphs are originally a special race, the real Morphs can freely teleport time and space, to different historical stages, these pseudo-Morphts also have some such attributes, so they should be better at building a time teleportation array, the tomb owner of the Flying Immortal Tomb may have traveled to the past to find the real Morphs. Zuo Xiong analyzed based on his own research on the Molts.

Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian still agreed with Zuo Xiong's words, and they immediately decided to take pictures of all the gossip maps and go back to analyze them.

However, when they were taking the gossip picture, Zhang Jiayong saw one of the beautiful skeletons move in a trance, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, could it be that he was looking at flowers?

But at this moment, Zhang Jiayong found that Zuo Xiong on the side was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Xian also frowned slightly.

"Do you feel it too?" asked Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Xian nodded, and Zuo Xiong said, "You also saw this skeleton move?"

"It's almost over, we're getting out of here, it's weird. Zhang Jiayong suggested.

Then, the three of them quickly cleaned up and walked towards the exit. However, they find that they seem to be lost!

"The ghost hit the wall, why haven't you reached the exit yet, this ......" Zuo Xiong said cautiously, as if he was afraid of alarming the ghost.

Zhang Jiayong took a metal rod from Zuo Xiong, knocked out a few pieces of dirt, placed them in a specific position as a marker, and carved some patterns on the ground as a marker, and then continued to walk towards the exit.

However, after half an hour, they found that they were back in the same place!

"Could this be this, these eight beautiful skeletons are doing tricks, right?" Zuo Xiong looked at the eight skeletons sitting on the gossip map, couldn't help swallowing, and shrank between Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian.

"Give me the metal rod and I'll go see what's going on. Zhang Xian said, and then took the metal rod from Zuo Xiong's hand.

"Be careful. Zhang Jiayong nodded and told Zhang Xian to pay attention to his own safety.

Zhang Xian picked the palm of one of the skeletons with a metal rod, and there was no accident, he then poked the back of the skeleton's vertebrae directly, and there was still nothing wrong.

Just as Zhang Xian turned around and helplessly spread his hands to Zhang Jiayong and the others to say that he hadn't found anything, a palpitation surged into Zhang Xian's heart, and then Zhang Xian suddenly ran in the direction where Zhang Jiayong and the others were, away from the skeleton.

Looking at what happened behind Zhang Xian, Zuo Xiong felt like his neck was choked, he couldn't spit out or swallow his breath, and he pointed to the front and couldn't speak.

Zhang Jiayong also widened his eyes, as if he was alive and dead, but it seemed that he was really alive, because the eight beautiful skeletons were all moving!

There was a sound of joint rubbing, crackling, and eight beautiful skeletons stood up from the ground, swaying their heads from side to side, and in their empty eye sockets, they seemed to have a curious look, looking at Zhang Jiayong and the three in front of them.

"Mom, it's haunted!" Finally, Zuo Xiong still opened his mouth and shouted.

It doesn't matter if it's called or not, something big will happen when it is called! The eight beautiful skulls on the opposite side were actually startled by Zuo Xiong's pig cry!

The eight beautiful skulls were so frightened that their bones trembled a little, and then shrank back, one of them still rattling its upper and lower teeth.

"It seems to be talking?" Zhang Jiayong said with his head tilted to Zhang Xian's ear.

"What are you?" Zhang Xian thought it was, so he asked.

"Quack quack...... responded quite enthusiastically, and all eight skeletons spoke, but unfortunately, only the sound of the upper and lower teeth constantly tapping came out.

The beautiful skulls raised their hands to look at them, touched their skulls again, and suddenly quacked again.

"Look at them, they seem to be sad now?" Zhang Jiayong said again.

"Could it be that they are really immortal? But they are not immortal, and their faces are rotten after all. Zhang Xian speculated.

"Isn't it? Immortality? It's only in mythology, and I've never seen anyone immortal. Zhang Jiayong shook his head, he didn't agree, how many Tianjiao in the world pursued immortality, but they all ended in failure, and no one in the world should be able to live forever.

"Maybe there are some things that can't be explained by science, and I think it's really possible to be immortal. Zuo Xiong supported Zhang Xian's inference.

However, what should they do now? In the face of these eight resurrected beautiful skeletons, should Zhang Jiayong and them leave directly now? Or do they investigate again?

"You guys, can you speak?" asked Zhang Jiayong again.

"Quack, quack, quack......" The eight beautiful skeletons were obviously a little anxious, trying to make a sound, but there was still only the sound of teeth tapping.

Suddenly, one of the beautiful skeletons crouched down and carved it on the ground with its bare phalanges.

Zhang Jiayong instantly understood, it was writing!

"Who are you, why are you here, what is going on?" After the skeleton was written, Zhang Jiayong read it out, although it was a traditional character, but most of them were similar to simplified characters, and the upper and lower words could be guessed, and the skeleton on the opposite side listened to it and nodded again and again.

Zhang Jiayong was depressed, and said in his heart: I still want to ask who you are, what are you doing here, and what happened in this Flying Immortal Tomb. You asked about us......

"What dynasty are you?" Zhang Jiayong continued.

What are you talking about? I was born in 2029 and am eighteen years old. However, the skeleton wrote a text on the ground that surprised Zhang Jiayong and the others.