Feng Ziyue was stunned when he heard this, and felt a sudden shock in his heart.
When he came here that day, this treasure had already been explored by others, and all he saw were the remnants left behind. There were no traces in the owner's bedroom.
But if someone discovers that there are the remains of an expert from a thousand years ago here, this matter will never be unknown. According to this, there should be no thousand-year-old zombies.
But the wooden man’s last message...
"We'll find out as soon as we go in, you don't have to worry..." Feng Ziyue comforted him and walked slowly towards the door. Qi Xiaodie tightened his sleeves and closed his eyes, not daring to open his eyes to watch.
Feng Ziyue stepped into the stone chamber and looked around. He saw that this stone chamber was quiet, simple, and well-kept. It was very different from the chaos when he came here in his previous life. It was obvious that in the past thousand years, that
The wooden puppets are also carefully taken care of.
In the middle of the stone house, there is an embroidered couch with pink gauze hanging down, which looks luxurious and exquisite. There is an open jewelry box on the carved bedside table, with a butterfly gold hairpin tremblingly showing its head and tail, and the jewel light is dazzling.
On the opposite wall, there is a central scroll hanging, which shows the back of a man in a green shirt. He has long sleeves and a wide robe, and his attitude is free and unrestrained. With only a few strokes, Feng Ziyue can even see the uprightness in it.
The sword intent is truly heartbreaking.
I don’t know how long these things have been there, but they look like new and spotless.
Feng Ziyue walked to the bed, looked around, and saw that there was nothing on the bed. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and patted Qi Xiaodie's shoulder gently, "There is nothing! Open your eyes!"
Qi Xiaodie raised her eyelids doubtfully and looked into the gauze curtain. After making sure that there was nothing there, she relaxed her hand with confidence and looked around with her eyes wide open.
"This is beautiful!"
When she saw the butterfly golden hairpin, she was so happy that she jumped forward and fiddled with it carefully with her fingers.
The butterfly wings made of gold wire trembled slightly, lifelike, as if they wanted to spread their wings and fly. This kind of craftsmanship is still shocking even today.
"If you like it, just take it."
Since this ancient treasure has no owner, there is no need to be pretentious. It is rare for Qi Xiaodie to take notice of something, not to mention that this butterfly golden hairpin is destined to her name, it seems like destiny.
"This... is not good..."
Just now in the study and alchemy room, Qi Xiaodie was rummaging through boxes and cabinets without any scruples. However, although there was no one in the living room, there was always a strange atmosphere because everything was so tidy, as if she had broken into someone else's home.
, which made her a little embarrassed.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, turned around, took out the golden hairpin from the jewelry box, and gently inserted it on Xiaodie's head. The golden hairpin shook, and the green hair on her temples made her watery eyes even more lively, making her look even more lively.
Feng Ziyue couldn't help but want to take off the mask on her face and see her shy face.
"Does it look good?" Qi Xiaodie breathed out, turned around in a panic, hurriedly grabbed an ancient bronze mirror on the table, and looked at it. At first glance, she was also fascinated.
"It's a pity, it's a pity... Such a golden hairpin, I wonder how beautiful its previous owner must be? It's such a beautiful thing to stay on the head of an ugly girl like me..."
She deliberately laughed at herself loudly, but Feng Ziyue knew her beauty and smiled slightly without saying much.
There was nothing extra in this stone room. Except for this golden hairpin, there was nothing in the jewelry box.
Qi Xiaodie was satisfied. She picked up the jewelry box, weighed it, and said with a smile, "Look at how heavy this jewelry box is, it's probably made of gold..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard a squeaking sound under the bed. Feng Ziyue's heart trembled, and he swooped up, hugged Qi Xiaodie, and rolled him to the wall.
"careful!"
He whispered in his mouth, and when he turned around to look, he saw that the couch in the middle of the room had turned over, and a human figure seemed to be sleeping on the couch!
"Ah!" Qi Xiaodie exclaimed, immediately threw the jewelry box in her hand, and dove into Feng Ziyue's arms, her face pale, "Is this...is this a zombie?"
The puppet's words just now still left a shadow on her. Now that something unexpected happened and there was an extra person on the bed for no reason, how could she not be frightened out of her mind?
The warm fragrance of Feng Ziyue's nephrite was in his arms, soothing him gently. He was brave enough to not be afraid even if he was a thousand-year-old zombie. When he looked around, he saw a woman lying under the gauze tent, wearing a light gauze, her skin slightly
Lu, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was calm, and she was as beautiful as a fairy, as if she was sleeping, or like an inanimate jade statue.
She lay quietly on the bed, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.
"Xiaodie, let me go over and take a look..."
Feng Ziyue gently pulled Qi Xiaodie away, but she was frightened. She held on to Feng Ziyue's waist and refused to let go, not even daring to raise her head.
Qi Xiaodie was not afraid of anything except zombies and evil spirits. Now she really met one, and she didn't look like a big sister at all.
Feng Ziyue felt even more at peace when he saw the woman lying still on the bed for a long time. He patted Qi Xiaodie's shoulder and slowly moved to the bed, wanting to take a closer look.
"Hey, hey, don't go there...zombies..."
Qi Xiaodie's throat was dry and her voice trembled as she stopped.
Seeing her frightened look, Feng Ziyue couldn't laugh or cry, "It's okay, this may not be a zombie. In my opinion, it's more like a jade statue. Think about it, how can a human corpse be transformed after thousands of years?"
Incorruptible?”
"That's why we call it a zombie! Otherwise, how could we call it a zombie?"
Qi Xiaodie pinched his waist and corrected his common sense mistakes.
Feng Ziyue had no choice but to stand for a while, waiting for Qi Xiaodie's mood to stabilize a little before he started to persuade her again, "Look, she hasn't moved for so long, she must not be a zombie..."
"Maybe it will move at night!" Qi Xiaodie's head shook like a rattle.
Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly. The faint fragrance from Qi Xiaodie's bun lingered in his nose, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved. Her soft body was pressed close to his arms, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his chest. Why didn't he scream?
People are confused and confused.
"Then...you mean, we have to stay like this until night?"
"ah!"
Qi Xiaodie suddenly exclaimed and got out of his arms, her face flushed and she was extremely embarrassed. At this moment, her daughter's shyness finally defeated her fear, her face was flushed and she bowed her head silently.
Feng Ziyue was also distracted, his face became slightly hot, and he coughed, "I... I'd better take a look at this thing first..."
Holding the sword in front of his chest, he slowly approached the bed, lifted up the gauze curtain, and looked inside, his expression changed drastically!
