On the floor not far away, thousands of headless mummies were neatly sitting cross-legged. Their bodies were covered with dust and their shriveled bodies were covered with dust. All mummies, both men and women, had long white hairs on their backs. The white hairs fluttered slightly with the air circulating around them, and looked like those mummies were moving. Many mummies' fingernails were outrageous and turned into rolls of snails. I have seen them on TV before, which was a situation that only living people who had not cut their fingernails for sixty or seventy years would appear. But the corpses in front of them, how could their nails continue to grow after death?

I looked over one row after another, and my eyes suddenly stopped on a white corpse. The corpse had a head on its neck. After seeing its face clearly, a moan came out from my throat, almost screaming. It was a corpse that had just died, and that person... that person was actually a native dog.

The big bearded native dog sat cross-legged in the center of the corpse. Like the people around it, it opened its mouth slightly and was naked, and its eyes were no longer known where it went. The only difference was that a hole in the corpse of the native dog appeared on the belly of the corpse. I saw that there were several pieces of broken internal organs in its belly, and it was hard to tell whether it was liver or lungs. Several small spiders formed a circle around the neck of the corpse. I saw that they were biting the flesh on the corpse of the corpse. If this continued, it would probably not take long before the corpse of the corpse would bite off the head of the corpse.

In addition to the local dogs, I then saw some similar corpses, some of which were gone. They should have come in with my father, but now they all die so miserably.

In the center of these corpses, there was a yellow jade coffin, square, without any trace of carving, and the size was only slightly larger than ordinary coffins. It seemed that this should be the coffin of the Yelang King, but compared with my imagination and the bloody metasequoia below, it seemed less grand and did not seem to fit the identity of the Yelang King. Of course, the yellow jade coffin may also have something special.

However, I just took a look at all of these things, and the things that really shocked us were hanging on the jade coffin at this moment.

That was a woman. Although this statement was not appropriate, I really couldn't describe the thing in front of me as a female corpse.

When I saw the woman at first sight, my reaction was...beautiful, so beautiful. I even felt that the word "peerless beauty" was used on her, and I even felt that it was a bit of belittle her meaning.

Her graceful body was slanted in the air, as if the fairy in a dream was slowly floating towards you. Her delicate waist, slender legs, perfect ru room, clear and crystal skin, everything was as beautiful as if it belonged to this world. Especially when I saw her face, my three souls and seven spirits were almost hooked by the faint smile on her face.

The light blue light we saw before seemed to emanate from her, but now, I have forgotten the purpose of coming in, and just stared at her there.

I knew in my heart that this woman must be just a corpse, but she was simply too perfect. I can't imagine what kind of practice could preserve an ancient female corpse so well.

If I had to find a little flaw in her, it would be the seven almost transparent spider silks embedded from behind the woman's body. This thing is the kind of spider silk with a strong tough surname that we have only seen. At this moment, the seven spider silks were inserted straight into the spine of the woman's back from the darkness on the tomb. I don't know what the purpose is to do this.

Or, the Yelang King just wanted to look up to this beauty at the beginning.

I looked at her body greedily, and it took a long time to notice that there seemed to be a tattoo like a spider on the back of the woman's right hand. At first I just felt familiar, but after thinking for a long time, I suddenly recalled the mural I had seen at that time.

My God, she...she was the woman sitting among the pride at that time.

I suddenly had a guess. Maybe the legend that Peanut said was fake, and the mysterious disappearance of Yelang's ancient country might be related to this woman. After all, a woman of this beauty may cause thousands of people to chase her in any era. Now she is just a corpse. It is conceivable that if she is alive, what kind of charm it would be.

My consciousness became less and less clear, and I just felt the muscles on my face smirking uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a low sob came from my ears, and I suddenly woke up and found that my hands were no longer supporting my father. In shock, I suddenly turned my head and saw that my father was looking up at the woman on the jade coffin, trembling all over, and sobbing in my throat, almost... old tears were everywhere.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" I thought to myself whether my father was already fascinated by the beauty of this female corpse. But as soon as he finished speaking, my father suddenly knelt on the stone slab at the female corpse.

I reached out to help me, but my father waved his hand at me. Then, I saw him pressing his hands hard on the ground and burst into tears.

I was shocked by his actions and felt that it was not right to help him up. It seemed even more wrong not to support him. In the end, I could only stand firmly in place.

After a long time of howling, my father gradually calmed down. He looked at the woman and whispered: "Yuan Zi, go out first, we can leave here soon."

"But..." After thinking about it, I just sighed, glanced at the old man, and slowly retreated backwards.

I was in a very complicated mood. I grew up so old that I saw my father crying for the first time, and I was crying like a wolf. At the same time, I was even more confused and I had no idea why my father was.

After walking behind the layers of underworld objects, I saw the fat man leaning against the stone rack, leaning on his side, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the situation on the other end thoughtfully from the gap between the two pottery jars.

"Have you ever seen heroes cry?" I didn't want outsiders to see my father crying, so I pushed the fat man.

The fat man didn't care, but turned his head and smiled at me, then whispered: "It seems that there are so many things that your father has hidden from you."

I felt that the fat man's words and his expression seemed to have something else, so I asked him: "What do you want to say?"

The fat man immediately put his arms around my shoulders and took me out for a while, making us feel like we had been in love for decades. I knew he didn't want my father to hear it, so I didn't say anything. When I saw that it was almost done, I pushed his hand away.

The fat man seemed to have completely recovered from the ecstasy he had just now, and said to me with a smile: "If you are a girl, Fatty, I will definitely marry you."

I immediately laughed and said, "If you are a woman, I will send you to marry the King of Hell with one knife. Don't talk nonsense, you can say anything quickly."
Chapter completed!