Entering the tomb again, Zuo Jichuan had a familiar feeling. There was no other person's excitement or Luo Chen's apprehension, just walked around the twelve coffins, as if visiting an old friend, with a smile on his lips.

"Young master, your expression is very bad." The white tiger looked at Zuo Jichuan with a homegoing expression, and his back was full of cold sweat.

Zuo Jichuan scratched the back of his head.

After Gu Chengren entered the tomb, he lit a candle in the southwest corner very appropriately. Respectfully saluted.

This small gesture made all materialists silently wipe their cold sweats.

"Honest people...... You're so much in line with the atmosphere. Cang Qi thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of a suitable expression.

Gu Chengren smiled and broke his hands, and ripped off the blanket that had been wrapped around his body. Turn your head to look to the left and Chuan.

"Who to ask first?"

Zuo Jichuan pondered for a while, and suddenly asked in surprise: "Wait a minute, you mean to ask these people who are lying in coffins?" ”

Because Gu Chengren's question was too natural, his first reaction was not to react, and he thought that he was going to ask Luo Chen or Mu Lao's opinion on this Holy King Mausoleum. But seeing that Gu Chengren ran to the coffin, he realized that Gu Chengren wanted to summon spirits.

As soon as they heard that they were going to summon spirits, everyone came to the spirits. It is important to know that this kind of intangible cultural heritage is definitely not something that can be seen casually in modern times.

Gu Chengren lowered his head and undressed one by one, seeing that he was about to see each other honestly, Zuo Jichuan couldn't help but stop him.

"Don't be so heavy-mouthed, it's okay, people are shy."

Gu Chengren sighed in confusion, and everyone saw that there was actually a package in his hand.

It turned out to be a change of clothes.

I saw Gu Chengren change into a plain wide-sleeved robe. In fact, serious people should wear special clothes for onmyoji, but time is pressing, Gu Chengren didn't have time to go back to get them, so he simply took the most plain clothes, borrowed Chonghua's rouge, dotted a little red on the center of his eyebrows, and smeared red on the corners of his eyes.

When I looked up again, the originally plain and delicate little face didn't know why, which made people suddenly feel stern.

Gu Chengren looked around, although there were no valuable burial goods among the twelve coffins, they all seemed to have a symbol that could prove the identity of the owner of the coffin.

After walking around, I found a sword shining with violence from an obsidian coffin.

Zuo Jichuan looked at the sword, and his body was stunned. The village masa on his waist trembled slightly.

Gu Chengren raised the sword and looked at it, and bowed respectfully towards the coffin.

"Borrow it, thank you."

Watching him treat the deceased with almost sternness who could not wake up at all, no one laughed out loud.

A mirror was placed on the stone platform, a bowl of sake (I don't know how Gu Chengren brought it in), Gu Chengren closed his eyes slightly, held the sword, and put two fingers on the sword with his other hand.

Everyone held their breath, only to see Gu Chengren's lips move slightly, but they couldn't hear what he said.

Suddenly, the candle flickered without wind, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

Gu Chengren opened his eyes abruptly and shouted.

With a bang, the lids of the twelve coffins moved at the same time.

A slender hand, the first to reach out of the coffin. The white tiger squeezed Xuanwu's arm stiffly, and cold sweat flowed down his cheeks.

What is this? Corpse fraud? Rejuvenation? It is said that although the hand looks soft and delicate, it is close to transparent when you look closely.

A beautiful woman dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, as if she was lazy in the morning, stretched her soft figure slightly, and a pair of crystal clear beautiful eyes slowly opened, like a clever bird, blinking, looking at everyone.

There was silence inside.

Gu Chengren was already sitting on the ground and wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief.

The palace beauty stretched halfway up, but it stopped abruptly. Stunned, he looked at the people in strange costumes in front of him.

The white tigers were afraid that they would frighten the one who had just gotten up if they made a sound, and they all breathed shallowly, and their eyes widened to witness this miraculous moment.

A hand stretched out, different from the laziness of the delicate beauty in the morning, more masculine and handsome. A handsome man in a dark embroidered gold dragon robe rubbed his eyebrows and sat up with the coffin.

Rao is Qinglong, who has always been calm, is not calm at this time. After reading novels for so many years, I encountered a corpse for the first time in my life...... Well, it's not counting, I should say it's the first time I've seen a ghost.

"Onmyoji, it's really zài." Qinglin's sighing voice came from his ears.

Everyone returned to their souls. I'll wipe it, this is the time to sigh that there is really an onmyoji to save zài! A large wave of ghosts floated out in front of you, and you actually sighed at the profession of Onmyoji, and the focus of your attention is too biased, right?

"Who are you?" A low, cold voice rang out. The handsome guy in the dark dragon robe asked with a gloomy face.

For some reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although it is a ghost, the brain is normal.

Suddenly, the beauty who stretched her waist suddenly turned her face to look at the handsome guy in the dark dragon robe, and screamed.

"Ah!!!!!h Secret rooms, domes, screams. Everyone quickly covered their ears, and this echo was absolutely stereo.

"Ye Yanshan, shut up Lao Tzu!" A murderous bass voice rang out from another coffin.

The screaming beauty suddenly closed her mouth.

The handsome guy in the dark dragon robe was gloomy and about to drip water, which eased slightly.

I saw a handsome middle-aged uncle in a white silver silk dragon robe sit up slowly. It seems that he is a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him, and he is holding on to the edge of the coffin to relieve himself.

Anyone who is stimulated by such an ultrasonic scream will be stunned for a while. The echo in my ears alone is a headache.

"Aren't you all dead?" Ye Yanshan's expression as if she had seen a ghost pointed at the two people in the dark dragon robe and the white dragon robe.

The handsome guy in the dark dragon robe snorted coldly: "It's like you're not dead." ”

Like a cat with its tail stepped on, Huo Di jumped out of the coffin: "Shi Nian you kid say it again!" ”

"Enough, shut up Lao Tzu!" The beautiful uncle in the white dragon robe seemed to have drunk too much wine before he died, and his head was buzzing with pain at this moment.

Ye Yanshan suddenly died down, staring at Shi Nian with a noble and cold face hatefully, and muttered in her mouth: "Eccentric eyes, Yin Zhu is the most eccentric." ”

Yin Zhu rubbed his temples, and then saw a group of people standing in front of him who were obviously watching the excitement.

Neither in terms of attire nor hairstyle, these people do not belong to any of their twelve countries. Yin Zhu frowned, glared coldly at Zuo Jichuan and the others, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Zuo Jichuan pondered his words for a while, and said with a smile on his face: "We are here to sweep the tomb." ”

Qinglong and the others all silently turned their faces to look at him, wouldn't your choice of words be too poignant.

Ye Yanshan was stunned and laughed: "Sweep the grave...... Indeed, it's the dead people who lie here. ”

Immediately after that, someone sat up again, and Luo Chen's eyes were fixed on the coffin of the founding monarch of the Shang Kingdom, but all the time, no one sat up.

The other emperors woke up apparently unable to adjust to the fact that they were dead but could wake up again, and unexpectedly, none of them expressed their elation, but looked at each other and teased, even bickering.

As a group of emperors, Cangqi suddenly felt that he was too blindly worshipping the emperors described in history. These people are like the CEOs of modern large companies, although they have a lot of hands, but they don't have any atmosphere that is not easy to get close to.

Ye Shan is obviously a little red in the green bushes (if everyone else doesn't know that Qiu Zeyuan is a woman), and she should have been a cheerful and lively woman when she was alive.

"By the way, little babies, how many years has the mourning family been dead?" Everyone is an emperor, and they are much more equal when they speak. But externally, Ye Yanshan is still used to the posture of a high-ranking empress.

Qinglong, Baihu and the others, who were outsiders, all closed their mouths about this question, and collectively looked at Mu Lao, who had been standing aside without making a sound.

Mu Lao pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "It should be, three or four hundred years." ”

People here are not very accurate in their memories of the era, not as good as modern people, what is the end of the century, the cross-century, everywhere is the gimmick of merchants discounting activities. Ancient people just kept their heads down, worked diligently, and lived. I rarely care how long the days have passed. Always inadvertently, the child grows up, and inadvertently he gets old. It's only when you step into the coffin that you think about where the time has gone.

Ye Yanshan was stunned for a moment, turned her face sideways and lowered her head, the indescribable vicissitudes in her eyes made people feel distressed.

"It's been so long......"

Mu Lao walked over slowly, knelt down respectfully in front of a man in a cyan dragon robe, and bowed. Although the man was surprised, he did not make a move.

"Grass people Chongyang, meet my emperor." Mu Lao said in a deep voice.

Xuanwu was stunned for a moment, and whispered to Zuo Jichuan's ear: "Young Master, is Mu Lao's surname really important?" ”

Zuo Jichuan thought for a while: "I made it up casually, and people said it was just that." ”

Ling Tian looked at Mu Lao, who was kneeling on the ground, and after a while, he suddenly suddenly realized: "You are the descendant of the heavy family?" ”

Mu Lao bowed his head respectfully.

Ling Tian smiled slightly: "Chonghua ......"

Chonghua? Everyone was shocked, and even Luo Chen, who was watching, widened his eyes.

How did the founding monarch of the Water Country know Chonghua?

Ling Tian was stunned by himself when he said this, and smiled bitterly: "Chonghua is afraid that it has been a hundred years." I'm confused. ”

Mu Lao knelt on the ground respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, it has indeed been a hundred years since he passed away. ”

Ancestor? Zuo Jichuan exchanged glances with the others. It seems that it is just a duplicate name. Depending on the situation, there should be an elder named Chonghua above Mu Lao, and eighty percent of them are still serving under the emperor. Most of what the emperor can remember is the close ministers of the Son of Heaven.

Ling Tian nodded lightly: "The heavy family is full of military generals, all of whom are loyal martyrs. ”

Luo Chen frowned, his mind quickly digesting and recording these unbelievable conversations. Suddenly, someone pulled his arm. R1152