This jade is actually the finest mutton-fat jade, which is white and translucent, making people feel instantly warmer by looking at it.
She walked over and saw a strange painting carved on the table.
The picture shows a cyan dragon, with a sword nailing its tail, while the dragon's head is struggling painfully.
Seeing this painting, her heart ached for no reason.
"Everything here is really full of blood. Even a painting is so violent and bloody!"
Xiao Qian reached out and touched the smooth jade table, shook his head and said, "The person who made this tomb is obviously a psychopath!"
Yang Zimei's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and his expression was solemn.
Yes, everything here feels too perverted.
She doesn't like it either.
"Master Yang, is this the legendary Dragon-killing Platform?"
Huo Wenhua asked from the side, "I have heard Master Song Shaoguang say this before."
Yang Zimei shook his head, "This is different from Dragon Killing Platform."
"It turns out that this is really strange. It's such a waste to use such a large piece of mutton-fat white jade to make such a table here."
Huo Wenhua also touched the white jade countertop with regret and said, "If we only measure this mutton-fat white jade, it would be worth at least three billion. In the past, I thought I was a rich man. Today's experience made me understand that I am not.
He's just a little better than a beggar."
His clone ghost also repeated his words.
Yang Zimi was sweating.
A super rich man like him in Hong Kong says that he is only slightly better than a beggar, so she is simply a beggar.
"Sister, there seems to be no mahogany card trap here!"
Xiaoqian and Lianyi are already actively digging around to find the trap.
Everywhere is smooth and clean, without any gaps, let alone any holes.
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
Seeing the dragon's eyes, I suddenly remembered Long Zhutian's eyes.
The more she looked at it, the more it felt like, and the more her heart ached. She couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and touch it gently.
My fingers suddenly felt cold water.
She retracted her fingers and took a look, and found that the dragon's eyes suddenly overflowed with water, as if they were shedding tears.
The water overflows more and more, and it becomes more and more real.
"Sister, my tail is bleeding too!"
Xiaoqian shouted.
As expected, the dragon's tail that was nailed by the sword really started to bleed.
She stretched out her finger and touched it to take a closer look.
It is completely composed of blood and has a faint fishy smell of blood.
Tears and blood gradually spread on the smooth tabletop, and then dripped down in a meandering way, dripping on the ground. More and more drops began to spread on the ground.
Yang Zimei and others looked at the situation in front of them in stunned silence.
"Sister, please think of a way to stop all this bleeding. It's so disgusting."
Xiaoqian yelled.
Yang Zimei didn't know what method to use.
If there was a mahogany sign, she could try it.
The problem was that the situation before her was completely beyond her imagination, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.
I have studied hard in the mountains for ten years and read all the books in the world, but I still can't figure out how this strange scene happened.
Thinking that I had just touched the dragon's eyes to make it cry, I wondered if touching it again would stop it.
So, her fingers touched the tearful eyes again with complicated emotions.
I wonder if Long Zhutian would look like this when he was sad and crying!
Perhaps, all his tears were shed when he suffered a family tragedy when he was five years old, and it is impossible for him to shed any more tears.
Another finger touched the tail where the sword was stuck, and suddenly there was a pain, as if it had been scratched by a sharp blade.
He raised his finger and found that it was scratched and bleeding.
