A cool breeze penetrated into the pavilion, and a small amount of fine sand swirled in the air in the cool air, and this seemingly nonexistent barrier made it impossible for me to grasp the true expression of Qian Yan when he said this. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sometimes the words of Qian Yu always make me feel a little piercing, not only the content of the words resonates with me, but sometimes it may be just a very small movement or look that can pick up my unrevealed thoughts.

It didn't feel like she was guessing, as if she already knew.

I feel like a friend who has known each other for many years, like me and Ah Shui, you can know what the other party is thinking at a glance. But the smell of humility seems to be a friend...... I can't tell, human language is actually poor, and the way to express feelings in language is too limited. The pursuit of language is far less complex than the silky complexity of three thousand troubles, which are tangled, intertwined, intertwined, and mutually restricted.

Suddenly, there was something furry at my feet, and I was not frightened, I just lowered my head and shouted, "Cute, don't use it." Before he finished speaking, he was frightened by his own words. At such times, most people will wonder or be frightened by what the hell is sticking to their feet? But not only did I not feel fear, but I also shouted unconsciously.

I bounced up from the bench in the pavilion and stared at the gray thing under the bench, and they looked at the cart so hard that they didn't notice where the gray thing came from.

The gray hair ran out from behind the stool and came to my feet, grabbed my jeans and asked me to hold it, and I couldn't help but tighten my chest and choke on the urge to choke in my throat.

"Puppy?" Qian Yan asked in surprise when he looked at the gray hair.

Ziche raised an eyebrow, his eyes sharp, "How can there be a dog here."

"Didn't you say it was just finished here? Maybe the workers brought it in." Qian Yu crouched down and reached out to tease it, and it kept fiddling its tail at Qian Cai.

"I mean, how can there be such a dog here?" Ziche said stiffly.

"Oh, that's it! It's a Yorkshire." After listening to Ziche's words, Qian Yan immediately felt that something was wrong, so he immediately got up, pulled the corner of my clothes, and asked me not to approach.

The gray fur circled in front of me excitedly, and kept leaning at my feet, and the car reached out and snapped its fingers at it a few times, but it didn't respond.

"Cute, get down." I clenched my abdomen and cried.

As soon as he heard me shouting, the gray hair quickly lay at my feet, and turned over to show weakness by exposing his belly, begging to be coquettish.

"You know?" Ziche saw that the gray hair was not controlled by him but listened to me, and asked me with a very playful face.

I was in a very complicated mood at the moment, I wanted to reach out and hug it, but I just stood there and looked down at it, I slowly closed my eyes, and in an instant many memories came flooding back, and I trembled.

"Of course, it's my dog...... It's called cute."

"Cute? It's a cute name, hahaha. Oh, no, how could it be here?" Qian asked.

I sighed, reluctantly opened my eyes and replied, "It's useless for you to ask me, it's long dead. Cutie came to our house when I was four years old, and died when I was seventeen, and his body was cremated by our own hands." I was still struggling with the news of my lovely death, even though it was ten years ago, but in my shallow consciousness I still didn't want to mention it.

I am an only child, and in the years of growing up, this dog shared my loneliness at most, and for more than ten years of getting along day and night, it didn't even need to confirm when it came over, and the deepest part of my heart had already known.

"What?" I shook my head at it with wide eyes, indicating that I didn't understand what was going on.

Ziche took two large puffs of cigarette on the side, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with his foot, and said to me, "Maybe it hasn't left you, it's always by your side, it's the magnetic field here that makes you see it." No, let it be seen by us." When Ziche spoke, the cigarette bit into his mouth and passed away slowly, as if he had dry ice in his mouth, and he could feel that his breathing was actually very slow.

According to Ziche's idea, the spirituality of animals is no less than that of humans, and the inner feelings of animals are also very rich, because the way of expression is different from that of humans, so we cannot know the inner emotions of animals, but they will be happy, sad, jealous, uneasy, and even reluctant.

Human beings have nostalgia for the world so much that their souls wander around the world, and animals are the same, they also have attachments.

The lovely soul has never left, and although I can't see it, it has always been by my side and has never left. Ziche went on to explain that perhaps it is the magnetic field here that can connect the soul and the spirit, so that its form can be revealed and seen by us.

I think it makes sense, and it kind of confirms the meaning of the tomb beast in my heart.

I teased the cuteness with my feet, and my heart warmed, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously rose. Although I want to cry a lot at the moment, but I want to say goodbye in the most normal way, and tell it with a smile that I am fine.

"Wait, I guess, I kind of get it." Qian Yu suddenly said as if he was stunned.

She swung around the table in the pavilion and muttered to herself, "I think this giant blood may have some kind of ability, does it emit some kind of energy, embalming or something?" Well...... If the soul is equated with death, then the soul can manifest itself in the body......" She looked at her cuteness, "Then think about it, if you bring a person who has just died here, and leave the soul and soul while the body is still decomposing, doesn't that also mean that the person's flesh can live forever?"

She spoke seriously, with a pair of bright eyes that could speak, and she kept turning and turning with the yin and yang between the words.

Listening to Qian's speculation, I couldn't help but resonate with Feng Xin's words in my mind..... Antisepsis...... Frozen ...... Not old?

Feng Xin speculated that immortality does not mean immortality, if Nuwa's placenta can inherit memories, then does giant blood have the function of immortality?

I thought of this and suddenly looked up at the car. I found that his face was gloomy and he was staring at me, I intuitively felt that he and I thought of the same point, and I couldn't help but shiver from the soles of my feet, is this the secret left by Xuanhua?

"It's almost time to get down to business." He was the first to get up and walk out of the pavilion.

We left the pavilion and headed towards the core objective, the Imperial Palace of the Tomb Owner.

The appearance of this imperial city is indescribably bizarre, and there is already a hole in the door, which is thought to be Feng Xin's masterpiece. It is also thanks to this hole that I understand the reason for this bizarre feeling.

There were a lot of bamboo poles and wooden sticks pierced from the cracks in the door, and I looked at it and thought it was incredible, "This imperial city is paper-paste? Wouldn't it?" The two men standing behind me also looked surprised.

Looking inside from the outside, I couldn't see anything in the black. Cute wasn't afraid to get into the darkness, I was about to chase in, but the lightning stopped me in front of me.

"What's the hurry, you, you want to go into battle without equipment?" As she spoke, she pushed a flashlight and a belt with circles to me, "Tie it on." She patted her waist.

It turned out that the belt thrown to me was the same as the style of her and the sub-car, and the leather ring on the top could be used to secure some equipment. She helped me chain a flashlight around my waist and stuffed a short knife into me. This equipment is the same as theirs, and I secretly stuck out my tongue, feeling that Qian Yu really knew me, and if he had given me these things earlier, he would have lost them or broken them.

After the cat entered the hole, it collided head-on with an unknown object, I touched my nose and was still blind, I didn't think about taking a flashlight to look at it immediately, a dead white female face was straight to me, the eyes were open, the big round blush, the positive vermilion lips, and the bewitching toothy smile, I was so shocked that I almost didn't bite off my tongue, and a heart broke dancing in my chest.

A pestle piercing the yin of a person with a paper piercing the yin in front of me, similar to the golden boy and jade girl who accompanied the deceased. I was much calmer than before, but I was still in a cold sweat, and Ziche and Qianyu began to inspect the environment in the imperial mansion with flashlights.

I glanced at the jade girl again with a shudder, and hurried to follow them. Except for the person who bumped into the paper, there was no trace of a fight in it, I walked with my skin stretched for a while, and found that the planning in the imperial building was no different from the private house outside, and there seemed to be no shortage of living supplies in a palace, but the items from the palace maids to the chopsticks placed on the table and the potted plants on the wall were all made of paper.

"I think it's strange enough, all the houses outside here are built according to the real thing, why is this building all paper-made? Isn't it supposed to be reversed?" The more I think about it, the more I don't understand, this person has the ability to build a town, why is the place where he sleeps made of paper?

Ziche shone a flashlight on me and asked, "Is there paper in this era?"

"Ah! Cai Lun...... Hmm......" I can't remember......

"Cai Lun is from the Eastern Han Dynasty." Humility answered.

I scratched my neck, "So there's no paper in this era?"

Ziche dragged his chin, looked down and thought for a moment, "It's not nothing. It's just that Cai Lun is not papermaking, he is a capable person who improves paper and promotes papermaking. But compared to the paper here......" Ziche reached out and rubbed the paper curtain beside him, his eyes darkened, and then said, "I don't think the paper used here is worse than yours."

After being reminded by the car, I turned the flashlight on a grid, and the cat came down to take a closer look before I was surprised, the paper here is indeed very high-end, in addition to the plain paper, some clothing, the print on the curtain is quite consistent, it can be seen that it is transferred to the papermaking process, not by the painter after the fact, the papermaking process is far beyond the contemporary level.

Qian Yan, who came to my side to watch, made a deducer, "It's not difficult to guess, this paper roll may be a thousand gold, and making a tomb out of paper may be a grade only for high-ranking people."

"I've never heard of a paper tomb, and you said it was an offering to burn it...... Believe ......"

I turned back to answer the words, but I glanced at the paper man behind her, and the paper man had turned to us at some point.