Ancient people believed in ghosts and gods, and believed that people would lead to the underworld after death, so in order to deal with the ghosts below, no matter how poor people were, they would try their best to leave something valuable on themselves.

Ordinary people are still like this, but what about the emperor?

Ding Bao can't control herself, she just loves money, and money is life.

Even if she can't take away the wealth of this world, even if she looks twice, it can make her physically and mentally happy.

The Imperial Mausoleum used to be tightly guarded, but now that Cen Yao is in power, how can he waste his troops in these places, so there are only two people in the huge Imperial Mausoleum, she and Su Sleeve.

The right time, place and people.

Ding Bao excitedly stretched out a thin white finger and lifted it on the bridge of his nose.

She strolled back into the room, tucked her bag of jewels under the bed, clapped her hands, and looked around.

What about plain sleeves?

Didn't you still stand outside the house while eating?

"Plain sleeves?"

Ding Bao shouted.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered in the darkness.

Now the light above me was completely gone, and the gloomy darkness of the Imperial Tomb engulfed the entire hut.

There seemed to be the sound of the wind blowing in my ears.

Ding Bao trembled.

She is not afraid of the dark, she is not afraid of ghosts, her courage is bigger than the sky, but she can't stand the yin and yin here and she wears less.

The cool air oozing from her bones made her heart beat a little.

"What's going on? Before the founding of the country, it was allowed to become a refinement? ”

There was no mechanical sound in his ears, but a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Mother, you call me."

It was the voice of Su Sleeve, I don't know if it was cold or frozen, and his voice became a little hoarse.

Ding Bao was not used to others getting so close to her, and when she looked back, she saw a candle out of nowhere from the plain sleeve behind her, the dim and faint candlelight was printed on her face, and all expressions were hidden in the shadows, which looked particularly weird and terrifying.

"Mother, it's not too early, it's time to rest."

Ding Bao frowned, she couldn't see Su Sleeve's face clearly, she only felt that she was weird.

"This palace is going to go out for a walk, so if you are sleepy, you can sleep first."

"Where is the mother, the slave and maid follow."

"Walk around, you stay, give me the candles."

After speaking, Ding Bao took the candle in Su Sleeve's hand.

Su Sleeve really didn't follow, just stood by the hut and quietly watched Ding Bao walk towards the imperial mausoleum.

In the dark, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and then reached out and pulled out a brocade handkerchief in her sleeve, slowly wiping the hand that had just been touched by Ding Bao.

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"Salesman, please don't continue activities that are not related to the task."

In the darkness, the mechanical sound sounded coldly in the ears, one by one.

Ding Bao clasped his ears, ignored the voice, and continued to push the heavy stone door in front of him with a snort.

After struggling to eat, the stone gate only exposed a narrow gap, and Ding Bao tried.

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The two lumps in her chest were too much of a hindrance, and they stuck her in the door.

The head is in, one leg is also in, and only the chest and ass are stuck in the crack of the door.

"No, no, no......"

I couldn't breathe anymore and my head hurt.

Ding Bao spared his life and quickly wanted to quit.

But when she started to back off, something was wrong.

"What's going on......"

She muttered, holding back the pain and continuing to struggle outside.

A minute later.

Ding Bao gave up struggling.

"Salesman, what are you doing?"

"I, he, mom, been, stuck, lived!"

Yes, she was stuck.