However, Xiahou Mobing didn't think like Murong Xue, this was already the end of the mausoleum, and he hadn't found any way out before, and just before Murong Xue woke up, he had searched the entire underground palace, but it was still fruitless, and at this time, he could only find clues in this ice coffin.

There was no such thing as ghosts and gods in Murong Xue's thoughts, even after experiencing such a strange thing as soul possession.

What's more, all the traps outside are undoubtedly to protect this mausoleum, and the two people in this coffin are not light.

Xiahou Mobing exerted his internal force without saying a word, and pushed his big palm on the ice cover of the first coffin, and his tentacles were extremely cold. Without hesitation, if his hand rested for more than a few breaths, the ice would be light.

In this dynasty, the people of this dynasty are extremely respectful of "the dead are great", especially this respect also contains the unwarranted fear of some strange forces and wild ideas, not to mention the opening of the coffin, that is, the words are disrespectful to the dead, and they all think that they will be contaminated with yin and evil spirits, which is very similar to the old society.

However, Xiahou Mobing's domineering and unruly temperament can't care about so much, and he has never been afraid of these at all, let alone what kind of demons and monsters are there, and for him, the world is the biggest! Cher said to open it, of course he didn't hesitate to open it!

As the lid of the coffin was pushed open with a bang, it seemed to open a vicissitudes of an ancient world, and a cold aura of decay permeated the sky from the inside to the outside.

In this ice coffin, lying is a woman, although it is trying its best to preserve the body, but after all, it is impossible to escape the destruction of time, hundreds of years have passed, the bones have been completely corrupted, only from the bright red and bloody dress, the skirt is embroidered with a large area of flowers on the other side, one by one, in different postures, or budding to be released, or dependent on each other, or stretched and swaying......

Because of the tattoo on Murong Xue's chest, the two of them were particularly sensitive to the other side flower, and when they suddenly saw this other side flower like her, they always felt that it was the feeling that something seemed to guide them to come, which might have something to do with the tattoo on her body.

Murong Xue and Xiahou Mobing glanced at each other and looked carefully inside the ice coffin, but they didn't find any clues.

Xiahou Mobing walked to another ice coffin and used his mellow internal force to push open the lid of the coffin.

Lying inside is a corpse wearing a dragon robe, looking at the bones and body shape, this is undoubtedly the legendary Emperor Ranxun. The man's head was tilted to the left, as if watching the woman's ice coffin, the golden dragon robe shone with noble majesty, embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, lifelike, holding a bamboo slip on his chest, looking extremely old, and the leather rope he was wearing had begun to fall off.

Looking at this situation, Murong Xue tilted her head and glanced at it, smashed her lips, and quipped: "Holding it so tightly, like some kind of baby, there must be a certain connection with that ****!" ”

Judging from the rotten hand bones still holding the bamboo slip, Murong Xue seemed to see the bones of the corpse hundreds of years ago, at the moment when the person died, the finger bones of the hand held the bamboo slip, and slowly imprinted it on his chest, just holding it like this, as if he could live and go to the end of eternity.

Xiahou Mobing suddenly smiled, smacked his lips, and said, "Are you so sure that this is about ****?" And not something else? Like power? ”

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