Mo Yan didn't answer my words, and walked towards the front, walking in front of the stone wall, especially to the lower right corner of the stone wall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Yan squatted down, stretched out his hand, and wiped it vigorously in this place.

In the process of Mo Yan's wiping, I saw a palm print being wiped out by Mo Yan.

Mo Yan pointed at the slate mark on the corner and stretched out his hand, and his hand touched the palm print.

With this touch, Mo Yan's palm and the palm imprint on the slate matched perfectly.

I was a little stunned in my heart, Mo Yan said that she was very familiar with this tomb, and I didn't believe it before, but now I saw Mo Yan's palm print under the stone wall, and I believed it a little.

After Mo Yan withdrew his hand, a bang came from the stone wall in front of him, and then the stone wall was pulled up.

The more I watched the stone wall being pulled up, the more curious I became about Mo Yan.

From entering this tomb, all kinds of things that are manifested are all around Mo Yan again.

The same is true of the black bat, it could be that Mo Yan has really been to this tomb.

"It's getting weirder. Sun Meng said softly, his eyes fixed on Mo Yan's body, and he wanted to take a look at Mo Yan.

As soon as the stone wall in front of us opened, we were faced with a large burial chamber, which was full of chests, just like the chests of ancient times that contained gold and silver treasures.

In addition to the chest, I saw that there were many paintings hanging in the tomb, but some of them had rotted over time, but some of them were still intact.

There were many stone pillars in the tomb, and in the middle of the tomb I saw a small pool.

There was also a stone bed next to the pool, and next to the stone bed, I saw a scabbard.

There are also some ancient basins of water, as well as ancient cups.

The more I looked, the more I felt that this was not a tomb at all, but rather a room, and the key was that in this tomb, I didn't see a single coffin.

There is no coffin in the burial chamber, which is not at all perverse.

Mo Yan walked to the tomb, his face became a little demented, and he walked towards the stone bed step by step, stretching out his hand and gently stroking the stone bed.

I followed closely behind Mo Yan, I was very nervous about Mo Yan, I don't worry about Mo Yan, if I run into something or something, I won't forgive myself.

But I didn't expect that Mo Yan's skills were much higher than mine.

Sun Meng and the fat man were already staring at the box next to them, and their eyes were almost straight when they looked at the box.

Mo Yan didn't have any strange movements, except for stretching out his hand and stroking the stone bed, there were no strange movements.

I also followed the movements that Mo Yan had done, I stretched out my hand, I stroked the stone bed, this stone bed felt very familiar to me.

I don't know why I feel this way, I don't feel this way when I first touch the stone wall.

Mo Yan lay directly on the stone bed and closed his eyes.

Of course, I can't follow Mo Yan to do it again, if I do, I'm afraid that Mo Yan will be directly slapped to death on the stone wall.

I turned to look at the fat man, who opened an ancient box with great interest, looked inside, and his whole face immediately collapsed, and he stretched out his foot and kicked the ancient box with some anger.

"I thought it was gold and silver jewelry, but I didn't expect it to be a pile of broken copper and iron, which is really disappointing. The fat man scolded.

Then I opened a wooden box, and when I opened the first box, I could already see clearly, and the contents of the box were some swords and swords.

But when I looked at it, I felt that these swords and swords were familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere.

I hurriedly walked to the side of the box that the fat man had just opened, stretched out my hand, opened the box, and looked at the swords and swords inside, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, take one of them in my hand, and weigh it gently.

"You're interested in these," the fat man said, looking at the iron sword in my hand.

I ignored the fat man's words, and looked at the iron sword in his hand with straight eyes, and on the back of the iron sword, I saw two words, Song Tian, and then there were three words below Song Tian, Zhang Lingliu.

picked up another long sword, the name engraved on this long sword is Jiang Hu, and there is a line of relatively small words next to Jiang Hu, and the word is also Zhang Lingliu.

Although these characters are ancient characters, I still recognize the names.

The carved handwriting is the same as a touch, I understand in my heart, the person who engraved the words is called Zhang Ling, and the owner of the sword is indeed a relatively large character on the sword.

I have seen several swords with the word Zhang Lingliu, and the same is true for knives.

The fat man opened another box, and suddenly he cursed secretly, and I looked towards the box that the fat man had opened, and this box was full of swords and swords.

"After all the hard work to get down this tomb, there shouldn't be just a pile of broken copper and iron. The fat man said softly.

The boxes opened on Sun Meng's side were also swords and swords, and there was nothing except swords and swords.

The box was gone, and the fat man walked towards the stone wall of the tomb, looking at the paintings hanging on the stone wall.

Suddenly, the fat man sighed lightly, turned his head, gently pulled my sleeve and said, "Xiao Ye, come over and see, is the person in this painting you?" ”

I thought to myself, it's your mother, I'm here, how can I run into the painting.

While thinking, I looked ahead, and I didn't care about the painting on the fat man's finger at first.

But the more I looked at it, the more strange it felt.

The man in this painting is exactly the same as me, and the woman snuggled in this man's arms is Mo Yan, and the smiles of both of them are full of sweetness.

My whole body was like being struck by lightning, and my heart was full of shock.

Looking at the other painting next to me, I was even more shocked, looking at these paintings, I felt an inexplicable familiarity in my heart, as if I had experienced it.

This painting is different from the painting just now, in this painting, a man is wearing battle armor, holding a spear in his right hand, and his left hand is tightly grasping Mo Yan's hand, blood is flowing from the corner of the man's mouth, and the spear in his right hand is pointed at many people in front of him.

These people were dressed in strange clothes, all of them were black armor, and the leader was a white-haired old man, and next to the white-haired old man was a young man.

I trembled as I looked at the young man next to the white-haired old man, a young man I had ever seen.

It was the white-haired old man who was on the Tomb of the Dead Mountain, and it was he who forced Mo Yan out of his body.

The only difference is that he is a young man, while what I see is an old man with white hair.