Xuanyuan Xuantian put the book down, and the cover shattered into pieces in his hands. He put it away.
"Wait a minute, you said 1811?" Ling Xiaotu raised her voice and asked, "But isn't that a recent thing?"
"That's right, books printed in 1811 would not be printed in the Middle Ages anyway." Xuanyuan Xuantian said: "The age of this castle is much more recent than we thought."
"But this place looks really,,,, too old." Ling Xiaotu said: "That book looks like,,,, it must have at least hundreds of years of decay in the air to become like this.
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"The time in the Yin and Yang Sea may not be consistent with our world." Xuanyuan Xuantian said without concern and continued to walk forward. Ling Xiaotu followed cautiously, holding hands tightly.
She still remembered the shadows coming out of the castle windows. Even though the place seemed completely dead, the place where they stayed was a world very close to darkness.
Next is a study room. It seems that the owner of the castle is engaged in clerical work. There is a row of bookcases in the corner with messy books on them. It seems that they are often used.
Ling Xiaotu couldn't help but pick up a copy and flip through it. The publication date on the back was printed with AD 1800.
Well, this is indeed not ancient times.
Although they look very similar, Ling Xiaotu thought, seeing some old dolls piled in the corner, they still looked like children.
They may be quite valuable, but no matter how you look at them now, they look like tangled and dry specimens of weeds, without any appeal.
Lying on the lounge chair by the window was a well-preserved mummy, wearing a soft hat with fine lace, the body was covered by a thick blanket, and a bouquet of dried flowers was placed in the withered and blackened fingers.
Her hair has turned completely white, and only her clothes can tell that she was a woman.
"It's so romantic for a beautiful woman to die holding flowers in her hands." Ling Xiaotu stuck out her tongue and said.
"What she is holding is not fresh flowers, but dried flowers." Xuanyuan Xuantian took a look.
"I know, I'm talking about how she looked when she just died. The flowers were still fresh and tender at that time, and her face wasn't full of wrinkles. Believe me, what I call 'beauty' doesn't describe her current look." Ling Xiaotu