"Do you want to take the opportunity to take advantage of walking so slowly?" Wang Yanpei makes endless noises.
"This is what you said quickly. Don’t be afraid."
A moment later, I let her go and looked at the ruins in front of me.
"You really know how to fly." Wang Yanpei couldn’t believe it. Look at me. My popularity of Lingshu really scared her.
"This is a kind of magic. No one can really resist the gravity of the earth." I moved a flat slate and helped her sit down.
"Can you teach me?" Wang Yanpei looked at me with a face of envy.
"I can teach you if you want to learn." I nodded solemnly. In fact, I know very well that her days are running out. The so-called learning is just a last wish.
"Xu Zhaopei is buried here?" Wang Yanpei pointed to the ruined school building.
"Right there!" I pointed to a half-collapsed classroom not far away. Although the scenery had already changed, I naturally saw the smell of the tomb clearly.
"We didn’t bring tools." Wang Yanpei looked at the ruins of a mess.
I slowly shook my head and walked forward to pick up the mountain-moving tactic to push down the classroom in the tomb square, and then moved the masonry tiles one by one with a wave of my arm for a moment, and then a square land appeared on the ground.
"What are you doing in the wind?" Wang Yanpei failed and looked at me. I didn’t shy away from her when I used to cast spells, but it was inconceivable to her that the purple gas urged the tactic of moving mountains to have a thousand kilograms of strength.
I turned to look at her, stretched out his hand and pulled out the lieutenant, cut the earth seal of the tomb, and then applied the tactic of moving mountains to grab it and throw it out several times before finally revealing the tomb.
The gap in front of me is not big enough to peep at the tomb, but I have already remembered the things in the tomb because I dug it myself.
"Let’s go in." I walked back and picked up Wang Yanpei.
"You tell me what she looks like first, so I’ll be a little psychologically prepared." Wang Yanpei was shivering with excitement.
"She’s older than you." I sighed heavily. "It’s the same."
Jumping into the grave with Wang Yanpei in her arms, a strong chill came on her face. Wang Yanpei shook even more. "Why is it so cold?"
"Xu Zhaopei is not a monk. If you want to keep the body from rotting, you must gather Yin array and it will be cold naturally here." I said, holding her to the northwest of the tomb, I let her go.
The dusty tomb of the Millennium is still spotless. There is a gray sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb, and a stone table in the northwest.
Seeing things and thinking about people looking at the sarcophagus in the tomb, the past came to mind one by one, and at that time, all feelings were sad.
"I don’t see anything." Wang Yanpei interrupted my thoughts. I took out a lighter and tried to light an oil lamp on the stone table beside me. Because the oil in the sealed tomb was not volatilized, the oil lamp soon gave off a dim light.
"How did you know there was an oil lamp here?" Wang Yanpei asked in surprise.
"I dug this tomb, and I naturally know what’s in it." I undressed and put it on her body. In those days, the airman’s aura failed, and he went out to look for this oil lamp at night. After burying Xu Zhaopei, he completely ran out of oil and the lamp dried up, and then he returned to Dongshan Tomb and died of self-styled.
"You dig?" Wang Yanpei can’t understand me. Look at me in doubt.
"You can’t remember a lot of things now," I shook my head and said, "I will take you to Mount Tai one day, and soon you will be able to remember the past."
"Can I climb the mountain like this?" Wang Yanpei finally put away her laughing expression.
"I’m here," I said, lighting the oil lamp. "Let’s go and have a look."
Wang Yanpei nodded and said nothing.
The sarcophagus is made of the same material. From Xu Zhaopei’s death to the death of the man in the air duct, there were four days before and after he died. During these four days, he dug two graves day and night and laid two arrays. When there was not much, he looked for a good coffin.
Use the mountain-moving tactic to gently move the coffin lid. The dim light reflected the scene in the coffin. Wang Yanpei leaned over and looked at me and grabbed my hand.
Although it has been thousands of years, the body in the coffin remains the same as it was when it was buried. The sarcophagus is paved with brocade, and the flowers in Xu Zhaopei are elegant and elegant, and the face of the blue hair is like a seat. The white gauze is like a violet eyebrow eye, and Wang Yanpei is like an inverted mold.
"How old was she when she died?" Wang Yanpei watched for a long time and gently whispered.
"Fifty-two," I sighed.
"I think she’s about my age." Wang Yanpei turned her head in surprise. Xu Zhaopei said that absolute beauty’s superior looks and years of wind and frost didn’t make her Fang change much. Moreover, the dim light of the oil lamp also disappeared from her eyes, so Wang Yanpei would have this remark.
"How old were you when you died?" Wang Yanpei’s words are obviously ill-spoken, but naturally I won’t correct her at the moment.
"Fifty-four" I spoke to answer that Xu Zhaopei was a 15-year-old man who entered the palace and took the air duct. It was also at the age of seventeen that he left home to visit the road and met again. It was decades later.
"Where is he buried?" Wang Yanpei finally moved her eyes out of the coffin.
"It’s on this mountain!" My finger is northeast