All good-looking things are eye-catching, but not eye-catching because they are not good-looking enough. To put it bluntly, it means that the visual impact is insufficient. The stunning woman in the sarcophagus is definitely enough, with a concave and convexity, and a snow-white area.

No matter how good it looks, everyone understands the principle of not being treated inappropriately, but Wu Zhongyuan did not take his sight because this stunning woman was a little weird, as if something was wrong.

Looking closely, there were more than one thing wrong. First of all, the woman's whole body was white, and even her hair was white.

Furthermore, the woman has no hair on her body, not very small, but has no hair at all, which is wrong, because as long as she is a human, she will have hair on her body.

Also, when describing a woman's delicate skin, the skin is often used as cream. The so-called cream actually refers to lard after solidification, which is also an exaggerated metaphor, because human skin cannot reach this level of delicateness. Even without chicken skin, there will be pores. The woman in the sarcophagus does not even have pores, such as the skin that is replaced is like cream.

In addition, women have no eyebrows and pubic hair. Although women without pubic hair are rare, they also occasionally, so it is wrong to have no eyebrows.

After a few seconds of careful reading, Wu Zhongyuan came to the conclusion that although this thing looks like a stunning woman, it is not a real person.

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan did not turn his head to cover his eyes, the mountains were full of joy, so he did not continue to tease him, "Guess what this is?"

Wu Zhongyuan did not rush to answer, but reached out and touched the "woman"'s arm, and found it was very elastic, feeling like a real person. Then he touched its nails and found that it was not hard and elastic as skin. Finally, he looked at the colorless liquid in the sarcophagus. This colorless liquid accumulated three fingers from the bottom of the coffin, which was colorless and odorless. This situation could not be the case with the coffin liquid, it should be water.

"Will there be a reward if you guessed it?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a smile.

After hearing what he said, Wan Shanhong knew that he had an answer in his heart, "Haha, I've given all my things to you, and there's nothing to give. If you don't mind your sister being old and weak..." Wan Shanhong said this and threw an exaggerated look at Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan was teased by her, so he disagreed with it, "But the flesh Ganoderma lucidum?"

Wan Shanhong nodded, "Have you seen this thing before?"

"I have seen it, but I have never seen it such a big one." Wu Zhongyuan said that the so-called Ganoderma lucidum is actually Tai Sui, a special creature between plants, animals and fungi. Some people think it is a magical spirit, and can live forever after eating it. Some people think it is an ominous thing, which will cause disasters and cause disasters.

"This is a burial object. What do you think the owner carved it?" Wan Shanhong asked with a wicked smile.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't guess or ask. It was not that he was not interested in this thing, but that he was interested in everything here. There was a story hidden behind every thing here. If you asked it all, you wouldn't be able to go down the level without thinking.

"What is this?" Wu Zhongyuan turned around and pointed at a small black plate. Its shape was somewhat like a tray for serving dishes for rural wedding banquets, but not wood, and some like inkstones. On the black plate was a little monkey with ears and cheeks. The monkey was originally painted with color, but it was old and the oil color was mottled, revealing the background color, black black.

"This is interesting." Wan Shanhong moved over and pulled a vertical ball on the right side of the black plate from the upper part to the lower end. There should be a pull rod under the ball, similar to a toy. After the ball moved to the lower end, it began to slowly rise. At the same time, the monkey on the black plate began to make various humorous actions, crouching and standing up and down, jumping up and down, scratching his ears and cheeks, bowing, and somersaulting. This is not the most magical, the most magical thing is that it can still squeak.

"I have been here for a long time and I have been reluctant to take it apart, for fear of not restoring it." Wan Shanhong loves this monkey doll very much. Although I have watched it many times before, I still have a lot of interest in watching this start-up. The more complicated the minds, the more I like simple things, just like many financial tycoons and entrepreneurs like to watch cartoons.

Seeing Wan Shanhong being so stunning, Wu Zhongyuan did not interrupt her. In fact, this monkey doll should be using the principle of magnets. The magnetism and internal mechanisms work together to make the little monkey make various actions, and the principle of making screams is not complicated. Every time the monkey makes a scream, it is the moment it leaves the ground. This is the sound of two magnets rubbing.

When Wan Shanhong was looking at the monkey, Wu Zhongyuan looked around again. After a glance, he found another suspected modern item. It was a very small object with a very similar shape to a fountain pen.

I walked over and picked it up and looked at it. This thing was indeed an ink-absorbing writing utensil, but it was not a modern pen, but a brush without a pen tip. It was a bit like a Western quill pen, but the pen holder was much thicker than a quill pen, with exquisite cloud patterns on it, and ink was stored in the middle. There were three very small balls at the end. Each ball could block the end of the pen holder to varying degrees. Its direct function was to adjust the amount of ink produced when writing.

Just when Wu Zhongyuan was looking at the writing tool, Wan Shanhong took a strange vessel from not far from the right. At first glance, this thing looked a bit like a modern hand warmer, but it was made of stone, grayish-white, with a diameter of about twenty centimeters, and a flat round shape.

"You always go everywhere, but you can't eat and eat, so you can use this thing." Wan Shanhong handed over the flat stone ball.

"What?" Wu Zhongyuan took it in confusion. He first suspected that the thing was a dinosaur egg, but the shape was not right. When he looked again, there was a metal snap buckle on the other side. When he opened the snap, the stone ball was divided into two, the inside was empty, the inner wall was smooth, and the two halves were concave.

"This thing is called a flint kettle, which is hot when it encounters water. Built-in clean water can make porridge, and water outside can make the rice hot." Wan Shanhong explained.

After listening to Wan Shanhong's introduction, Wu Zhongyuan was amused and crying. What is the flint cauldron? This thing is a small marching pot made of limestone.

"Take it with you, no matter where you go, you can eat hot porridge and hot rice as long as you have water." Wan Shanhong said again.

Wan Shanhong was also kind-hearted. Wu Zhongyuan was embarrassed to attack her, so he had to say, "This thing is indeed magical, but it is a bit big, so it is very inconvenient to carry it with you."

"The internal organs are five elements, the spleen and stomach belong to earth, the five emotions are responsible for thinking, and the five shapes are responsible for flesh," Wan Shanhong reached out to pinch Wu Zhongyuan's face, "You are so thin, it is undoubtedly a diet..."

Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand and interrupted Wan Shanhong's words, and took the opportunity to push Wan Shanhong's hand away, "Okay, okay, you make sense, I will take it with you."

Wan Shanhong looked around, found a rope and put the flint cauldron through the snap, and handed it to Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan reached out to take it. The thing was a bit big and could not fit the waist bag, so he could only tie it to the waist rope.

Wan Shanhong went to the left again and took a tortoise shell from the Yishi table. "This thing is the tortoise shell I mentioned to you before, and there is a description of Jin Jian Xuanwen on it."

There are also two types of tortoise shells, one is the real tortoise shell, and the other is the turtle shell. The one that Wan Shanhong holds belongs to the latter. Wu Zhongyuan is not interested in turtle shells. "Is there any of the four legacy of gods, ghosts, and demons here?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask is whether there are more tuned things here. Most of the collections here have no practical significance, at least in his opinion, no practical significance, or no technological content.

"Yes." Wan Shanhong took back a green sign from not far away, "This is a waist sign commander of the demon naval army. There are several five weapons on the first floor."

Wu Zhongyuan took it and took a look. He didn't recognize the text on it, so he could only look at the material. Although this thing is green, it is not a stone, but a green unknown metal.

Wu Zhongyuan returned the waist card, "There are many collections here, and we can't see them all for a while. Which one is the most magical one?"

Wan Shanhong waved at Wu Zhongyuan and turned around to go first.

Wu Zhongyuan followed Wan Shanhong to the southwest corner, where there were three boxes. "The most magical ones are these three."

Wu Zhongyuan tilted his head to look at the three-piece box. The three-piece box had different sizes and different materials. The largest one was a black iron box, about nine feet long, six feet wide and three feet high. Rather than an iron box, it was an iron coffin with black all over and no patterns.

There is also a blue-yellow copper box, which is a rare octagonal shape. The copper box is very rusted. The box is mostly patina green. There are deep rust pits in some places. There are patterns on it. The patterns are relatively abstract. There is a circular pattern in the middle, and there are a large number of small straight lines surrounding it, which should mean that the sun shines on everything.

The third box is the smallest, with a length, width and height of about two feet, which is a square shape. The box is also black. The figure on it is a dragon-like creature, which has four claws and dragon horns, but its shape is more ferocious than a dragon, with wide eyes and a solemn aura.

"What is it in there?" Wu Zhongyuan looked at Wan Shanhong.

Wan Shanhong did not answer, but reached out to open the octagonal-shaped box. There were eight storage spaces inside the copper box, and each space was filled with a piece of yellow metal of different shapes. Although the shapes of these eight metals were different, they were very regular without exception, including squares, rectangles, circles, prisms, triangles and other different shapes.

"What is this?" Wu Zhongyuan asked in confusion.

"This thing is called Bagua Qianyang. The eight-piece talismans are divided into eight directions, and can be arranged to set up a formation and protect them within ten miles of radius." Wan Shanhong explained.

"Sanitation?" Wu Zhongyuan frowned. He was not unaware of what shelter means, but he just didn't understand what Wan Shanhong said about shelter means.

"No living creatures shall invade the area covered by the Bagua Qianyang." Wan Shanhong said.

Wu Zhongyuan suddenly realized that this thing is similar to modern protective covers, which can protect a fixed target.

"This thing is only one set?" Wu Zhongyuan asked. Wan Shanhong had said before that Yanyun Mountain had a way to protect itself, and it was probably this one.
Chapter completed!