741. An Ancient Mirror That Can’t Take Portraits (9)
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However, she hadn't seen Lin Qingmei for a long time, so she walked directly from the store into the backyard and called: "Sister Qingmei"
Lin Qingmei was having breakfast at this time. When she heard her call, she hurriedly walked out and said with joy on her face: "You little guy, you are finally willing to come see my sister."
Yang Zimei smiled and looked at Lin Qingmei's belly, which was much swollen than before and round, like a kangaroo mother.
"Hey, sister Qingmei, do you know what you look like now?"[
Yang Zimei asked with a smile.
"You little guy, you want to tease your sister again." Lin Qingmei saw her icy blue hair, "Why did you dye your black hair like this?"
"It looks good."
Yang Zimei took Lin Qingmei and sat down, checked her pulse, and found that the fetus was quite stable and healthy, so she felt relieved.
"Sister Qingmei, where did Mr. Song go? I have something I want him to identify."
"He went to the provincial capital to hold some academic seminar. It may take a week before he comes back."
"So long?"
"Um."
Yang Zimei touched the bag containing the ancient mirror.
"What kind of antiquities are you trying to identify? Let me take a look." Lin Qingmei asked curiously.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "I don't know if this thing is good or bad, I'm afraid it will affect the development of your fetus."
"Yes, then I won't watch it."
Lin Qingmei touched her round belly, and a loving mother's light appeared on her face, adding a bit of beauty to her.
"Xiao Mei, why don't you go to the library and look up the books, maybe you can find the answer you're looking for." Lin Qingmei saw a look of disappointment on her face, so she made a suggestion.
Yang Zimei nodded, there was nothing to do today anyway, so why not spend it in Song Xuan's library to see if there are any clues about the mirror.
Song Xuan's library is comparable to a small library, but it is all about antiques, divided into categories from ancient times to the present.
Yang Zimei went directly to read books about the Qin Dynasty.
I browsed through the books related to the Qin Dynasty and found records of other mirrors, but not this one.
Perhaps because this is a strange witchcraft mirror, there is no official record in the books.[
Suddenly, I noticed that in a corner of the library, there was a category of books with the word "witchcraft" written on it.
As soon as her heart moved, she hurriedly moved over.
In the past, when I was on the mountain, my favorite thing to peek into were books related to witchcraft. I wonder what is special about Song Xuan here.
Looking up, his eyes fell on a thread-bound book that looked very old, even exuding the aura of an antique, so he reached out and pulled it out.
The dull and strange-looking black and red cover has no words on it.
Yang Zimei's heart panicked inexplicably.
She opened the book carefully, and what she saw was a map.
She was very familiar with this map. It was the map that recorded the Xichuan Cemetery that might be related to the Taomu tablet.
The location of the cemetery on the map was circled with a modern ballpoint pen.
She reached out and touched the map. It was also made of durable and strong parchment. Judging from its age, it should be a little older than the one Long Zhutian brought back.
She tried closing her eyes and touching the map.
There was no hallucination. It seemed that apart from the original picture of Long Zhutian, this one was also a copy.
