The monkey and I looked at the place and couldn't help but wonder, there was only one scroll on the ground, was it worth drooling?

Holding the Miao knife in one hand, he picked up the scroll on the ground with the other. The www.biquge.info monkey of the pen "Fun" Pavilion was also puzzled, patted the person on the coffin, and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Unexpectedly, this person trembled and passed out directly. Scared out?

It turns out that I am not the least daring in the world!

I shook my head and unfolded the scroll in front of my eyes.

A faint fragrance penetrated into my nostrils, and I don't know what raw materials were used to paint the calligraphy and paintings inside, but after so many years, there is still a fragrance.

When the picture scroll was fully unfolded, I was stunned on the spot, my heart was almost in my throat, I couldn't lift it in one breath, and I sat on the ground directly!

How is she? How could her portrait be in an ancient tomb?

"Tongzi!"

"Yu Tong!"

"Brother Yu Tong......" Ah Xue and the monkey shouted together. But my ears were buzzing, I couldn't hear anything, and my eyes were snow-white, and I couldn't see anything. My world, completely collapsed......

How so?

The head began to ache sharply, as if something was about to emerge from it, and it seemed like a seed waiting for spring was struggling to break through the hard shell,

Something is budding...... But I couldn't catch it......

The thing on the picture scroll is a person, a beautiful woman. The drawing method is very unique, and it makes you feel as if this beautiful woman is about to step out of the picture scroll and stand in front of you......

It's very realistic.

And this beauty is actually the girl I saw at Uncle Ma before!

The two paintings depict the same person, but the way they draw is very different, and a three-year-old child can tell the difference.

This means that it was painted by another person. Could it be that Yaya, like Ma Zhuo, also exists? It's not a legend, it's a real thing?

No! Wrong! How could Yaya exist? She is different from Ma Zhuo, Ma Zhuo's two statues are tens of thousands of miles apart and belong to two different national cultures, so the similarity of the statues has a high probability of proving that this person exists, and the location of the two paintings is so close to each other, which makes it possible that one of the paintings is painted according to the other. But who in history has ever seen a painter paint exactly the same painting that already existed? Copying that thing was done by a child. Doesn't this mean that Yaya really exists?

Of course, whether she exists or not will not give me a headache, and I am not an archaeologist, whether she exists or not has little to do with me, the key is that I suddenly remembered that the two beautiful women in my house are also hers!

It's just that those two are backs, so I can't remember this when I first saw Yaya's face, and it wasn't until I saw it again at this time that my memory was stimulated.

Then, I remembered the dream I had in the farmhouse under the Yinshan Mountains. I couldn't see her face clearly in my dream, but now that I think about it, that face is clearly Yaya's.

Could it be that there is really a saying in this world that the yin people dream of the yang people? Isn't this girl dead? That's right, too! She and Ma Zhuo are people of the same era, Ma Zhuo is dead, why is she not dead? But why is her picture here again?

Don't tell me that photography has been passed down since time immemorial!

My head is a mess, it's really messy! It's like it's going to blow up!

"Tongzi," the monkey snatched the scroll from my hand and froze, "why is she?" ”

Ah Xue pursed her lips: "It's just a painting, it's a fuss!" With that, he went back and continued to count the number of people.

"Huh? How fifteen people? ”

Fifteen? One more?

This sentence made me feel a thriller and break out in a cold sweat.

A dozen flashlights began to strafe everywhere, trying to find the extra person. The monkey threw the scroll at me and pulled out his pistol.

Ah Xue turned to the group of foreigners and said, "Mr. Mo, are there fewer of your people?" ”

Yellowbeard, who was injured by me, counted the number of people and shook his head at Mo Siguo.

Not less?

The entire burial chamber was suddenly plunged into a kind of crisis. I twisted my neck, feeling uncomfortable, and I always felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me behind me.

Ah Xue's face was very calm, but I still saw her holding her hand tightly.

"Five seconds! Lined up! "At this moment, her feminine side is undoubtedly revealed, and I really doubt that she is from the army.

Boom~

A dozen people, in less than four seconds, stood neatly in two rows, leaving only one person standing in place at a loss.

Wrong! It's not that he's overwhelmed, because there's no expression on his face at all.

This person turned out to be the mustache that I had just thrown down the river!

Isn't he already dead? How can you stand here straight?

Empty eyes, without any focus, looking at everyone blankly.

Just when everyone was stunned, there was a crackling and popping sound all around, and something was ignited. A ray of fire shot in.

Everyone looked at it, and the thing that was lit turned out to be a quilt blocking the entrance of the tomb!

When did it burn? Who set the fire?

There are two places where the fire is burned, one is where we came in, and the other is where Mo Siguo's people came in. There are two entrances to this place.

The fire was very large, and it looked like it had been burning for a long time. In less than ten seconds, the entrance of the tomb has been completely sealed by fire, could it be that the person who designed the mechanism wants to set fire to seal the entrance of the tomb and catch turtles in an urn?

I heard a bang, and the burning quilt fell to the ground, revealing the ice cellar behind it.

My heart was shaken! Looking incredulously at the ice cellar.

For some reason, the oil lamps on both sides of the ice cellar have all been lit, and the flames of the old high burst out, illuminating the entire ice cellar.

At the same time, a wave of heat poured out of the ice cellar, and the ice began to melt, and the water droplets ticked.

Ah Xue asked, "Mr. Sun, what's going on?" ”

The monkey's face turned pale, and he said, "Sister Xue, it seems that we have no return this time." This is no longer Qimen Dunjia, I can't control ......"

What the? You can't help it?

I was dumbfounded, here, the monkey is the spiritual pillar, and now even he says it can't be?

Click!

There was a faint sound of ice cracking, and then we saw a corpse sitting up from the ice, and then there was a clattering sound, and the hundreds of corpses in the ice cellar were all scolded.

It dawned on me.

Oh yes! It turns out that the existence of these corpses is not that the tomb owner has a necrophilia, but that these corpses are used as watchdogs to deal with tomb robbers.

When we entered, we must have accidentally touched some mechanism, which immediately ignited the oil lamp in the ice cellar, and the temperature of the oil lamp quickly thawed the corpses that had been sealed for hundreds of years. I can see why the corpses were all sturdy adult men! I don't know if these are all armies.

Damn it! Even though we have guns now, we have to go hand-to-hand with an army of a few hundred people.

At this time, the figure of the mustache moved, and attacked Ah Xue in an extremely strange posture.