Mo Qingcheng took her little hand and looked at her with a half-smile: "Xuanji, you still said you are not a tomb robber? You did this move very smoothly. [Source of this book www.
Ye Xuanji: "..."
She was just so excited that she forgot about this.
If she wasn't an expert at what she did, she would never be so skilled![
It would be too boring to lie again at this time.
So she patted Mo Qingcheng's hand and said with a smile: "I can't be regarded as a tomb robber. I am...a rescue cultural relic protector...that is, an archaeologist. Well, it is allowed by the state. Well, don't worry, I don't
I will dig up your Mo family's tomb, I'm just looking for a way..."
"A way home? Right? So the way home you said is in the tomb... How did you fall in?"
Mo Qingcheng took over her words and raised his eyebrows.
Ye Xuanji sighed and waved her hand: "I don't know how I fell in...Forget it, I can't tell you for a moment. We'd better find the corridor first."
Lift your feet up and walk through the door first.
Mo Qingcheng looked at her back, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
I became even more curious about her origins.
He followed Ye Xuanji without saying a word and walked into the stone door.
Inside the stone gate is a wider Shinto.
On both sides of the shrine are neatly arranged stone figures and horses, with fine carvings and lifelike shapes.
Ye Xuanji glanced at it and realized that these stone men and horses were similar to Qin Shihuang's terracotta warriors and horses.
However, she didn't want to do archeology right now, so she just glanced at these things and headed straight ahead.
On both sides of the corridor are copper beauty palace lanterns, each of which is filled with a dark brown oil.
Ye Xuanji knew that this should be the legendary shark oil that can burn for thousands of years.