As soon as Han Feng finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he appeared in a cellar in an instant.

At the same time, dark clouds surged in the sky, slowly obscuring the bright moon, and the majestic and beautiful Taj Mahal gradually disappeared into darkness.

On both sides of the mausoleum, in the mosque, the great imam who was chanting suddenly frowned, raised his head and shouted:

"The man! The man...... It's really coming! ”

※※※※ The cellar goes deep underground and is isolated from the world. On the four-wall lampstands, several night pearls the size of a baby's fist emit a soft glow.

Han Feng pouted: Compared with the tomb of Qin Shi Huang where Lao Tzu went, the burial place of this Indian king is really shabby!

The diameter of the cellar is about 20 meters, and the walls and underground are all covered with the king's favorite white marble, which is simple and solemn. A small high platform in the center, on which are two black sarcophagi placed side by side.

One of them is also covered with a large pearl curtain with gold threads, which complements the light of the night pearl on the wall.

Han Feng introduced to Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er:

"This sarcophagus covered with a pearl curtain is the beautiful queen of India, the Taj Mahal! Lying in the sarcophagus next to him was the hapless infatuated king Shah Jahan. ”

The space of the tomb is not large, and the eyes are all white, which makes the sarcophagus abrupt and gloomy atmosphere.

The two women clasped the man's arm tightly, their eyes curious and slightly frightened.

Seeing this, Han Feng kissed everyone on the face, laughed and said:

"They have been dead for more than three hundred years, what is there to be afraid of? What's more, this Taj is really a first-class beauty! ”

In the laughter, the blood river flowers had been spread all over the tomb, and Dong Yu stepped forward to go to the pearl curtain and held it in front of Han Feng with both hands.

"Yue'er, how about you take a look at this curtain? I'll tell her if I want. ”

The two girls were dazzled by the pearl in an instant, where would they pay attention to the meaning of Han Feng's words? I held the pearl curtain in my hand and carefully admired it.

Han Feng came to the Taj sarcophagus alone, gently pushed open the lid of the coffin, and looked at the beautiful woman hundreds of years ago with a smile.

"Ajman Banu, it's time to get up!"

As Han Feng spoke, a faint figure slowly sat up from the sarcophagus, looked around slightly, and then fell onto the king's sarcophagus next to him.

There was silence in the tomb, but everyone heard a heart-rending cry.

Sorrow, pain, remorse, and longing!

Han Feng hugged the two daughters and stood far away at the edge of the tomb, quietly watching the figure vent the emotions that had accumulated for hundreds of years.

…………

After a long time, the figure floated up from the coffin and landed gently in front of the three people.

Although it was as thin as smoke, Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er's eyes were firmly attracted by that peerless exquisite face for the first time!

Beautiful, glamorous, intellectual, noble! Even the little nose nail is exuding charm.

The silk sari on her body, which was woven with gold and silver threads and various patterns, rippled with the ups and downs of her figure, it was really fluttering!

Especially the deep grievance exuded by the pair of beautiful blue eyes, which makes people want to be heartbroken with her at first glance, crying with her, as if they have been abandoned by the whole world!

The crazy brother smiled faintly and said to the two girls in his arms:

"This is the peerless beauty I am going to meet, the Queen of India...... Taj! ”

…………

Although they are both souls, although she has been formed for more than three hundred years, Dong Yu's figure is far more solid than Taj!

The law of the jungle is common to the three realms, and between the spirits, it is a world where the weak eat the strong! The weak can only wait for the fate of being devoured by the strong and scattered!

So when Taj saw Dong Yu, it was not surprising that his eyes were frightened and evasive.

"We came here for you, so naturally we won't hurt you!" Han Feng smiled gently at Tae Mae. He speaks Huaxia, and anyway, the spirits are all consciousness exchanges, and there is no language barrier. (Tucao: You don't need to take the language test to go to the underworld!) "I just want to know: How did your soul survive? Han Feng seemed to have incarnated into Yan Jun, although he was curious, his tone gradually became stern.

After the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, the Three Realms Barrier was closed. After anyone dies, their soul can only survive on earth for a maximum of fifteen minutes. But this Taj has existed for hundreds of years! This is not scientific!

Taj glanced at Dong Yu again in a panic, a trace of pain flashed on her beautiful face, and she replied gloomily:

"Before I gave birth, the imam of the National Normal University reminded the king that my death was approaching. It's just ......" Taj couldn't help but cry again at the mention of her husband:

"It's just that the king has always been very fond of me, and when he heard the words of the great imam, he was furious and immediately ordered the imam to be executed!"

"Before he was burned to death, the great imam had his disciples give me a parchment. It records the time of my death, indicates the location of my tomb in detail, and designs a mausoleum on it. At the end of the parchment, he also said that if the king buried me according to his design, I would never die! ”

Could it be that this book of life and death can also be copied by ancient Indians? Or the Indian version of the Book of Life and Death?

Han Feng was suspicious in his heart, and his mind was racing, constantly considering various possibilities. Taj looked at Dong Yu, and the fear in his heart appeared again, so he took two steps back before continuing.

"When the king saw that he was still cursing me at the end of his life, he was even more angry, and immediately set fire to the pyre with his own hands! I also heard the big imam screaming in the fire, 'Taj will live forever!' That person will definitely come back to save our souls! Definitely! King, you will soon have retribution! ’”

With Taj's narration, although the tomb was quiet, Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er seemed to clearly hear the crackling sound of burning firewood and grass, as well as the screams of the big imam. couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, and hugged Han Feng's arm.

"After the death of the Grand Imam, the king ordered his ashes to be sprinkled in the river outside the Agra Fort...... Soon I will give birth to a fourteenth child for the king, but unfortunately it will be ...... at the time of delivery," Taj sighed, as if to vent a centuries-old grudge.

"I knew I was going to die. Time and place proved that the prophecy of the Grand Imam could be fulfilled! So I clung to the parchment and told the king that he must do what the imam says! Later...... Taj could no longer speak, and turned her head to look at the king's sarcophagus, her eyes revealing incomparable attachment and pain:

"When I woke up, I saw his ......"

Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er are too emotional, and they have been brought into the story by Taj and cried like tears. Forgetting that there were two dead people and a ghost next to him, he was moved by Taj's misfortune and the king's infatuation.