Mingmei said lightly: "He won't take this path." ”

Although this is the Emperor's Mausoleum, it is not yet known who the real owner of the Emperor's Mausoleum is.

Everyone is very curious about the ancient green building, a few people turned around, the whole downstairs except for the tables, chairs and benches, there are no extra things, is looking around, but there is a running sound upstairs, as if a number of villains ran from the upstairs, the sound of the little feet clicking, it is very terrifying.

Bright: "......"

Zan Jinyu: "......"

Hui Ming: "...... Master, why don't we go up, right? It's a little scary here! ”

Mingmei said lightly: "It's all here." ”

Dough dumplings: "Poof! "Host, you've gone bad.

Hui Ming almost cried.

It's not a tourist attraction, so don't see it!

He really didn't want to see it.

Mingmei smiled, and walked upstairs with Zan Jinyu, the floor squeaked under everyone's feet, and the footsteps of Lou Sheng stopped suddenly, as if someone had pressed the switch......

The crowd was in a mess, it was better to hear footsteps, at least that meant that the animals were not intelligent, and now the sudden disappearance of the sound always felt that it was not a good thing.

Upstairs arrived.

Looking around, there are countless tattered tents here, behind the curtains are countless coffins, and above the bushes are countless mud dolls hanging above, the mud dolls are smiling, swaying in the air by the air current, looking extremely weird.

And on the ground are countless small footprints, small footprints are chaotic, it looks as if you have just run from here,

Dumpling: "What the hell is this?" ”

What's the deal with so many clay dolls in one grave?

And what's going on with this pile of footprints?

I always feel like I'm in a ghost story.

Zan Jinyu said: "There is a lot of resentment here. ”

He really wanted to open the coffin and take a look, to see what was hidden in it, and why the resentment was so deep, usually he had only seen such a strong resentment in the place where he had raised little ghosts.

And this kind of resentment is exactly the same as those little ghosts in the past.

With a gentle stroke of Mingmei's fingers in the air, the coffin boards instantly bounced, and one by one the coffins were opened.

In my eyes, it is a person, these people are different from the terracotta figurines outside, here are real people, it is a woman, and each woman is holding a clay pot in her arms.

Zan Jinyu's eyebrows were slightly sunken, and he could see that these clay pots contained newborn babies, and each baby was stuffed into the jar almost as soon as the placenta was not reduced.

Hui Ming endured the discomfort and opened the jar, and a rancid smell instantly spread throughout the room, and Mingmei arranged a barrier to separate those things that flew out, and after waiting for a while, the smell finally dissipated.

Zan Jinyu leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, he saw babies connected to the placenta, the babies were already blue-black, with their eyes tightly closed, soaked in a dark green liquid, and after so many years, they didn't rot.

The crowd gasped.

This is just too perverted.

Ancient emperors did have living people buried, but there are very few such burials with fetuses, most of which appear in some evil arts, and this is not so much an emperor's tomb as a powerful perverted tomb.

If a person has supreme power and crazy desires, he will create the most evil evil in the world.

Zan Jinyu was a little suspicious that the sound of those running footprints just now was actually left by these children.

Hui Ming said: "These children were born by these women? Who are these women? ”

Zhang Qing Guzai looked at a coffin board carefully, and saw that there were many words engraved on a coffin board, and the handwriting was still clear after so many years, and the names of these women were written: Luo Wanwan, Qin Xianger, Zhao Panpan, He Yanhong......

He had heard the names of many of these women, and for him, several of them had extraordinary meanings, such as Zhao Panpan.

Zhao Panpan used to be one of his confidantes, when he feasted guests, this famous Zhao Panpan girl in the Qinglou, danced with red sleeves and willow waist to cheer up.

The song "Drunk Red Face" swept the whole of Kyoto, and how many daughters in the boudoir scolded Zhao Panpan, but secretly went to learn this "Drunk Red Face".

He had also heard that Zhao Panpan was ransomed and returned to his beloved, but he didn't expect to meet again, it turned out to be in this cold emperor's tomb, she did not return to her beloved, but became one of the many burial goods, or in such a humiliating way.

For the first time, Zhang Qinggu had great doubts about the identity of his royal family, he came to modern times, saw the most beautiful world, and only then did he know that the former dynasty turned out to be hell, and even he himself couldn't help but feel glad at the fall of that dynasty.

He walked all the way over, and most of the names of the women in the Qinglou were the most famous people in that dynasty, and the more he looked at it, the more sad he became, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Mingmei watched silently, indifferent in her heart.

In any era, it is not easy to become famous, and a person's success is inseparable from the right time, place and people.

It is not easy to cultivate talents, but it is easy to perish.

The emperor not only did not use these characters who were a combination of heaven and earth, but instead used them as a source of nourishment for spiritual energy and demand, not allowing these people to benefit the world when they were alive, but instead regarded them as a ladder to immortality after his death, no wonder the emperor had not died before the dynasty had fallen.

Causes must have results, and the retribution will come quickly, no one can imagine.

Fan Tuanzi checked the Qinglou in several other places, and after checking the names of the people buried in them one by one, many of them were indeed famous women in history, and some of them left traces in ancient poetry, but those who wrote books and biographies for these women probably couldn't imagine that the women they loved would end up falling back to such a fate.

Fan Tuanzi said: "Host, most of these women have given birth, they should have just given birth to a child, and they should be ......" Even people with children were made into such burial goods.

The dumplings are a little too much to say.

It couldn't understand why people did this, what was the point of doing it, and did it really expect these killed people to bless them with eternal life?

Zan Jinyu was not in a very good mood, he also found some soul-locking formations in this building, he disdained to use such evil arts, no wonder there was the sound of little feet running upstairs just now, it was the soul of those newborn babies who were locked.

After the inspection of this place was completed, Mingmei left here with everyone, and then burned the place with a fire.

The fire was blazing, and there were bursts of baby laughter in the flames, and it sounded like a brilliant ......