The alleys here are much wider than the ones outside, the light seems to be much brighter, the oppressive air seems to gradually dissipate, and everyone's minds gradually settle down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It seems that here and outside are two isolated spaces, Song Yan sniffed, and in the fresh air, there was not a trace of fishy sweetness.

On Gu Qing's dry palm, he felt a trace of coolness, and he was puzzled, so he quickened his pace, pulled the corners of Song Yu's clothes slightly, looked into the distance, and said with a peaceful expression: "Do you feel it...... Wind ......"

Song Yu raised his eyes and glanced at him, looking for his realization, holding his breath and concentrating, the inch-long hair that had just grown out was floating slightly in the wind. Song Yu slowly closed his eyes, his head tilted slightly, and his ears turned sideways, trying to feel it.

In the middle of the ring, his eyes opened, he turned his head to look at Gu Qing next to him, nodded, and the sorrow between his eyebrows finally stretched a little.

"Since there is wind, it means that there are two things. One, there may have been someone who came before us, and second, we may have almost reached the main burial chamber. After a pause, he continued: "We don't know what the overall structure of this tomb is, maybe ......."

He stopped talking, and in the middle of speaking, the words swirled in his throat and swallowed them back.

Gu Qing looked at Song Yu's long sigh, frowned slightly, he scratched his head, and asked suspiciously, "Maybe what?" ”

Song Yujunyi's cheeks slowly evoked a helpless smile, looked at Gu Qing's appearance, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's nothing." ”

Gu Qing shrugged his shoulders, and since he didn't want to say it, he asked again without being a strong man.

Not long after walking, there was a red solid wood gate blocking the way, and its color did not look like it had been buried underground for thousands of years.

Song Yu slowly stroked it, lowered his eyelids, looked at the fingertips rubbing against each other, he frowned suspiciously, how could it be so clean, there was no trace of dust?

This...... It should not be possible......

Moreover, they did not find the thief hole along the way.

The tall, dark red wooden door is as new as if it had just been made by a craftsman. But why is there suddenly an extra door here? Everyone was puzzled, Song Yu lowered his eyes and thought about it, and slowly stretched out his hand to push it away.

In the silent air, there was only the sound of the breeze flowing and the faint breathing of each other. Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of the door opening, disrupting the orderly air, what should have been an abrupt and strange sound, but they didn't feel anything wrong.

With Song Yu's movements, the wooden door was slowly opened, and the scenery inside was unobstructed.

Everyone was deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, their expressions were stunned, and they couldn't say a word.

What catches the eye is a two-zhang long corridor, stacked with stone bricks layer by layer, and the smooth walls are draped with vivid murals, which are lifelike, and despite thousands of years of baptism, they still maintain their bright colors.

In the corridor, there are two crystal coffins, and you can vaguely see the bones lying quietly inside, and then look ahead, there is a vermilion carved solid wood door, but its body looks much smaller than the wooden door outside.

Several people glanced at each other and walked in slowly, moving cautiously, as if they were afraid of breaking the peace of this moment. They couldn't help but see their eyes on the wall, the dazzling murals.

Gu Qing felt that he was a rough person, and he couldn't understand the content painted on it, but vaguely felt as if he was telling a story about the throne. He pursed his chapped lips, his eyes fell on Song Yu, who raised his head slightly, and fell into deep thought, and involuntarily asked, "What is this......?" Qin Shi Huang ......? ”

By the time he reacted, he had already blurted out.

Hearing this, Song Yucai crawled out of the swamp of memory, and the beam of light hitting the wall was reflected in his dark eyes, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

He blinked slowly, hiding a hint of mixed emotion that had surfaced in them.

Looking at Gu Qing's inquiring eyes, he nodded slightly, and then, his eyes fell on the exquisite mural again, as if he couldn't come back to his senses. Suddenly, he reached out his slender fingertips and gently stroked the cheek of a young man.

He was dressed in a cyan shirt, slightly rolled up, as if bathed in the breeze, and looked comfortable. The long strands of hair are pulled up and fastened to the top of the head with a hosta, revealing the cheeks to look more handsome.

A faint smile rose on Junyi's face, Gu Qing was shocked, that kind of expression, he seemed to only be able to show to familiar people, could it be ...... Song Yu knows the boy in the painting?

"Is he?" Gu Qing couldn't help but asked suspiciously.

Song Yu glanced at him, his thin lips slowly opened, and he said softly: "He is Fusu ......"

"What? Fusu? Gu Qing was dumbfounded, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his gaze fell on the figure again.

Song Yu slowly retracted his arms, as if some negative emotions were surging, turned his back to the mural, and snorted softly from between his noses. Receiving a positive answer, Gu Qing rubbed his aching temples, and felt that since the day he came to Guangzong, he had encountered so many strange things.

"Are you alright?" Song Yan's soft voice came into his ears, Song Yuqiang cheered up to make himself look less embarrassed, he shook his head slowly, and walked forward.

Song Yan paused slightly, looked at his unusually old back, pulled Gu Qing, who was still pensive, and left.

When passing by the crystal coffin, I clearly saw the appearance of the corpses inside, the delicate appearance did not change at all, they lay there quietly, as if asleep, peaceful and calm.

How did they manage it, like a thousand years old, the bones did not rot, and they were so well preserved? Gu Qing couldn't help but think about it, but after racking his brains, there was no progress.

While both of them were attracted by the crystal coffin, Song Yu turned his head slightly, glancing at the handsome young man in the mural with his peripheral vision, his lips slightly hooked, and a refreshing smile appeared on his cheeks, as if he was right in front of him.

Song Yan looked at him, frowning slightly, but he was quickly covered up, tacitly assuming that the scene just now did not happen.

The iron buckle on the wooden door showed no signs of rust, and Song Yu's slender fingertips just poked out, only a centimeter away from the buckle, and was stopped by Song Yan's exit.

"I'll do it!"

Song Yu lowered his eyes and looked at her, half a sound, and then nodded slowly, his body slightly sideways, making room. (To be continued.) )