Her face showed a look of solemnity. She glared at the monster and said coldly: "Don't say anything for a while."
I groped forward all the way. I don't know how long I walked, but the cold breath became heavier and heavier.
Not long after, they finally walked out of the long passage, and in front of them was a spacious tomb.
This is a very large mausoleum. The layout of the entire tomb is different from the mausoleums in any country on this continent that Huo Shuangshuang has learned about in recent days. The age of this tomb is at least about three thousand years.
In the entire main tomb, except for a painting and a crystal coffin, there were no other funerary objects.
Huo Shuangshuang combined the bones in the passage just now and found out that this tomb had probably been robbed, more than once.
His eyes fell on the painting.
On a canvas that is three meters long, a woman with a stunning appearance is like a fairy. She is dressed in a white dress, with flowing black hair, eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes like stars and the moon. The so-called soul of the flower, the moon.
The god, the bones of jade, the skin of ice and snow, the posture of autumn water, the heart of poetry, this is probably the case.
The face that Huo Shuangshuang traveled through time was originally extremely beautiful, but compared with the woman in this painting, her beauty was as dim as a speck of dust.
Does such a woman really exist in this world?
Huo Shuangshuang looked at the painting as if she was fascinated and drunk. She seemed to be confused, her eyes were blurred, and her mind gradually became groggy.
Suddenly, a hand with clear joints patted her shoulder. "Xiao Shuang'er, I'm back."
Huo Shuangshuang was startled, and her blurred eyes gradually became clear. What happened to her just now?
"Do you think this painting is strange?" For some reason, she seemed to hear someone calling her in a daze just now. The voice was hazy, but she heard it clearly. It was a woman's voice.
, a very sad and desperate voice.
The mysterious man looked at the painting, with deep eyes and a hint of red in his pupils, which became more and more strange at this time. "There is nothing strange. Although the woman in this painting is beautiful, in my heart, the little Shuang'er will always be the most beautiful.
"
"What's wrong." Huo Shuangshuang rolled his eyes, ignored the mysterious man, turned around and walked towards the crystal coffin.
She didn't notice that the moment she turned around, the mysterious man was staring at the woman in the painting. The charm in his eyes was no longer replaced by complex eyes.
Huo Shuangshuang approached the crystal coffin and reached out to open it, but his hand was held by the mysterious man.
"Xiao Shuang'er, don't disturb the deceased's rest, be careful she comes to you at night."
Huo Shuangshuang rolled her eyes. "You have to be afraid to step aside." They all came in and said something about disturbing the deceased. She had to open up whatever she said today. When she thought of the calls just now, she had to figure it out.
"Okay, it's up to you." The mysterious man's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He stepped aside and looked at Huo Shuangshuang quietly.
Huo Shuangshuang immediately stopped hesitating and opened the lid of the crystal coffin with all his strength.