Tombs in the Dragon: The mysterious Buquan Girl’s Palace【10】
Rong Feng didn't mean anything to their actions. After all, they were in the business of dead people when they were digging in the sand. Things like mutilating corpses were very common. [26nbsp;] However, although this corpse had been wrinkled and degraded,
, must have been treated with special methods, but although Rong Feng has researched the preservation methods of corpses, there is no method that can preserve the corpse in such a special way. This kind of corpse similar to ancient Egyptian mummies is not found in books.
Likewise, he had never heard his parents mention the existence of the "Buquan Palace" in any record. It seems that Uncle Su's disappearance this time may have a great relationship with this place.
When everyone was studying the body, Su Mianming noticed that the four walls of the lobby were covered with stone holes. In those round holes with a diameter of less than three inches, it seemed that there were rolls of sheepskins.
Paper.
Su Ming ran to the wall. At this time, she tried to turn on the flashlight again, but found that the flashlight still seemed to be broken and could not be turned on. She lit a match with one hand and fumbled out a roll, opened it, and wrote on the parchment.
The words on the paper were all hieroglyphs. Su Mian struck the match repeatedly. This time, she had no idea what was written on the parchment.
Su Mian tried her best to calm down. She knew that she had entered a treasure house, a real treasure house. Those rolls of sheepskins, filled with words she did not recognize, were real treasures.
It is more valuable than diamonds of the same size.
Just because she can't understand doesn't mean that someone can't understand. By coincidence, when she was looking over, Di Lin also happened to look over.
Naturally, Su Mian wouldn't let him go, and immediately ran over. The arrogance of directing everyone just now was gone. When she walked in front of Di Lin, she was not polite to him. She didn't regard herself as an outsider. Of course
, he is not an outsider either.
Heshuo asked in an extremely affectionate and flattering manner, "Master, what do you think I should do? You came to me specifically, so you must have something to say to me. Is there anything else we can't say?"
Di Lin's mouth was filled with soreness, but the corners of his lips still tilted upward unnoticeably, and he said with an air of dignity, "No, you have already told others what you have to say, so of course I have nothing to say to you."
Naturally, such a level of rejection couldn't make Fufu retreat, so he asked tentatively, "Aren't I afraid that I'll annoy you by asking you everything?" She swallowed her saliva and continued, "No, it's not a big problem.
I have to ask you."
Di Lin leaned against the wall, glanced at Su Mianshan lightly, and said, "There are rolled sheepskins on the corpse's clothes. You can tell by looking at it."
She calmed down and looked only at Buquan Nu sitting on the huge stone. This person must have been dead for three thousand years. The body was so well maintained that even every wrinkle on her face could be seen.
It is clear, and every wrinkle seems to contain infinite wisdom and knowledge.
In a very pious mood, Su Mingxing walked over gently and uncovered Buquan Nu's clothes in front of everyone's doubtful eyes. Although the clothes had lost their former color, they were still well preserved.