Zhang Qiling put on her clothes, and Heixiazi's eyes under his sunglasses moved back and forth between him and Lin Ruoyan, thoughtfully.
"Everyone is here, let's go find the entrance to the tomb." Lin Ruoyan took his backpack.
We already know what kind of existence there is around the lake and in this territory of death worms.
The rest of the eyes could only see the strange flowers and plants all over the ground. On the way a few people were walking, Lin Ruoyan picked some extremely rare and medicinal plants and put them into his backpack, taking advantage of them not paying attention. Put some in the space.
They have searched most of the valley, but they have not found anything like the entrance to the tomb. Could it be that the younger brother guessed it wrong?
Lin Ruoyan found a high place to stay and take a look.
The valley filled with flowers and plants seemed to have been planned, but after an unknown number of years of crazy growth, the flowers and plants grew haphazardly and were everywhere.
Even the original stone path paved with stone bricks in the middle was covered up.
If you didn’t observe carefully from a high place and found that the flowers and plants on the stone road were obviously sparse compared with the surroundings, you would not have found the existence of this road.
"Since it is the tomb owner's garden, the end of this road should lead to the main tomb chamber."
Wang Yueban looked at the path Lin Ruoyan pointed to. The green stone road turns a corner ahead.
"What kind of person is buried here? If he dies, he will have a back garden for himself. Isn't it possible that the owner here is not dead? Why don't he go to the back garden for a walk when he is fine?"
The fat man held the gun and used the gun body to sweep away the plant as tall as one person in front of him.
"It's not a good idea to turn around. It looks like the owner of the tomb is a woman. Maybe there will be an affair of a thousand years of love." The person who spoke was Zhang Haiyan, who pointed to a place ahead.
Several people had already reached the turning point of the stone road that was covered by weeds.
An amazing yet weird scene appeared in front of him.
It was a depression in a valley, with a V shape between the two mountain walls.
In the middle of the V, there are many wisteria flowers several feet long hanging down from a high place.
In the middle like a wisteria waterfall, there are two thick green vines that are extremely obvious.
The vines are covered with flowers of different colors, and the bottoms of the two vines are connected by a wooden board.
Looks like a swing.
What is strange is that there is a woman dressed in Central Plains leaning on the swing. Her clothes look like a deep robe with a straight skirt and a jade ribbon hanging on one side.
Her long black hair was scattered without any headgear, and she only wore a wreath of flowers on the top of her head.
A pair of bare hands rested lazily on the legs sitting on the swing, leaning against the swing vines on one side, as if he was taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Her appearance is obscured by her hair, so it’s hard to see what she looks like.
If they didn’t know clearly that they were in a tomb and the flower-like environment in front of them would have just led them to think that they had encountered a sleeping flower fairy.
"It's really interesting." The blind man stared at the woman on the swing with interest.
The movement among them was not small, but the movement of the woman on the swing did not change at all.
Either a dummy or a dead person.
"Are those Mandosawa and Manjusawa?" Lin Ruoyan said uncertainly.
The lower part of the woman's skirt was covered with red and white flowers, and the strange petals were like dragon's claws. Lin Ruoyan immediately thought of flowers that she often saw online in the original world.
"Sister, I feel a little scared when I look at this flower." The two fat men loaded their guns.
"The red one is also known as the flower of the other shore. It is the flower that guides the dead souls to the underworld. Can you not be scared?" The black blind man said with a smile, but also became wary in his heart.
Zhang Qiling seemed to be confused and frowned, which dynasty the tomb was from.
"Is this woman the owner of the tomb? So poor? She just built a garden and that's it? No burial artifacts? Where is the golden scripture that was promised?"
Fatty He was holding a gun and was about to shoot the woman on the swing, but Lin Ruoyan stopped him.
"Brother Fatty, don't go yet. There is more than one tomb owner." Lin Ruoyan was suspicious, but unsure, and looked at the younger brother.
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Zhang Qiling saw that she seemed to have an idea, and his eyes were encouraging. This time he went to the tomb with the idea of training them, and she was the main one. It didn't matter if she was wrong.
"Red is known as the underworld flower, but the white also has the language of flowers." Lin Ruoyan adjusted his language and spoke out some of the superficial knowledge he knew.
"The white one is called Mandala sahua, which is said to represent endless longing and desperate love. The red one is also known as the connection flower. Moreover, you can see the pattern of these two flowers."
Several people looked at where Lin Ruoyan pointed.
I saw the white flowers forming a circle, separating the stone road from where the woman was.
Starting from the position under the woman's feet on the swing, the fiery red Manzhu Shahua is like a red carpet, meandering towards the side of the woman leaning against the vines.
The red carpet is accompanied by white mandala on both sides until it submerges into the mountain wall submerged in grass.
"Madam, do you mean that there is more than one tomb, and that there is another tomb at the end of the red manzhu flower?" Zhang Haiyan asked.
"I'm not sure. If we want to go to the mountain wall at the end of the Manjusawa, we have to cross the barrier of the white Manjusawa.
But I I don’t know why, but I feel like these Mandalas are not simple and cannot be touched easily.”
These two flowers were non-toxic in the original world records, but Lin Ruoyan always felt that these flowers were different from the ones she saw.
"It's not easy without touching it, sister, let me try it first." The fat man hung the AK on his body, took out the pistol in his clothes, and fired a shot at the center of Mantushahua.
The flower was easily interrupted, as fine as a light mist, and a small piece of pollen that was imperceptible to the naked eye shook off.
After waiting for a while, nothing unusual was seen.
"Sister, it seems there is nothing wrong." After observing carefully, Wang Yueban was about to step over.
Zhang Qiling, who was behind him, stepped forward to stop him, "There's a problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, with the beaten mandala as the center, there were many people around him. A thick layer of white cloud-like fog soon arose, so fast that even people not too far away could not see clearly.
Zhang Qiling's expression changed drastically and he turned back to Lin Ruoyan.
When he saw that she was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to hold her hand.
But she avoided his hand and looked to one side. A handsome man in pink clothes appeared in the white mist and took her into his arms.
There was a lot of affection between the two of them.
When Zhang Qiling saw the scene in front of him, his eyes were distracted. He felt a pain like a knife exploding from his heart, and the thought of destroying everything came to him.
This is wrong, it is not like this. He must control his emotions and not hurt her.
He wanted to hold her hand and leave like before, but the man took her away. She in his arms looked at him clearly with confusion in her eyes.
What came out of the red lips was no longer the familiar title, but a strange and confused question: "Grandpa Zhang?"
Lin Ruoyan saw Wang Yueban step forward, The moment the little brother went to stop it, white mist filled the space.
Knowing something was wrong, when I walked in the direction of my brother, I found that the person in that position had changed.
A woman in pink clothes with a gentle smile on her face held a plate of rice pudding, placed it on the table, and shouted to her, "Yanyan, come and eat your favorite rice pudding."
"Mom." Lin Ruoyan sat down blankly, tears of longing flowed out, her lips moved slightly, and she called out a title that she had not called out for many years.
Someone hugged her behind her.
Lin Ruoyan seemed not to notice it and reached out to take the spoon handed over by her mother.
Zhang Haiyan approached the neck of the person in his arms with blurred eyes.
"Hai Xia... Godmother..."
"Don't be afraid... It's wrong for us to do this... Don't cry... Madam... "
The last two words Zhang Haiyan said were almost breathy and inaudible.