Look at the murals on the walls.

Wang Han's mind went blank.

Although the lines are simple, they are exactly the same as Su Qi, except that they are wearing ancient costumes.

Dong Zi came over, flickering his flashlight, and looked at the murals on the wall.

"Judging from the clothing, this kind of clothing inherited the foundation of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and incorporated the streamlined elements of Hu people's clothing. The tops are short, the clothes are thin and close to the body, and the miscellaneous trains hanging down are the most typical characteristics of women's clothing in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but you

The wife is obviously not wearing that stuff, there are no floor-length ribbons, the pointed swallowtails are enlarged, and there are straps on the shoulders. This thing is the prototype of a shawl, and she wears crested shoes on her feet, which is typical.

The dressing style of the Southern and Northern Dynasties."

Wang Han thought about it carefully and thought of the little bell that the village guard called before he came in. The little bell had the words Qiu Chi Guoshi on it, and Qiu Chi Guo happened to be a short-lived country in that era.

After Bazi, the dog basket, came in, he had a sharp eye and was looking for a tomb that looked very noble.

Wang Han turned his head and looked around.

The entire tomb looks more like a woman's boudoir.

In the middle is a coffin.

Various ancient women's products are scattered around.

Daozi glanced at the mural on the wall and said, "Ah Han, Qiu Chi's Imperial Master is called Wang Han, and your wife is in the tomb of that era. You say this is a coincidence. I will never believe it. Tell me.

Tell me, do you have any other identity behind my back?"

"Okay, let me show my hand. I am your father."

Yaozi had long been accustomed to bickering with Wang Han, so he walked around the corner of the coffin.

"Come, dad, help your son open the coffin."

Two people stood in the corner of the coffin. Outside was a stone coffin, which was extremely thick.

Wang Han was very strong, so he grabbed one corner of the stone coffin and lifted it hard. A gap opened up, and two steel pipes were inserted into the coffin and pinned inside the gap.

Pushing forward, the stone coffin was pushed open, revealing the coffin inside.

This coffin is very similar to the coffin in Tianpengque.

This is a different texture than the one painted above.

Tian Pengque's soul boat is painted with patterns such as fish and fish. The soul boat is painted with a winding river. At the end of the river is a round sun with two phoenixes circling at both ends.

If you can draw such a pattern on it, it is definitely not easy to prove your identity.

Dongzi reached out and tapped lightly on the coffin.

After listening to the sound for a while.

A special crowbar was pulled out from the waistband of his trousers.

Don't get into the gap. Push it hard and the coffin will open a gap.

A strong corpse smell hit my face.

Wang Han and Yao Zi both turned their heads and held their breath.

A few seconds later.

The sound pried open a corner again.

Shine a flashlight inside.

A body can be seen lying inside.

With a hard push, the coffin lid opened, revealing what was inside.

You can tell she is a woman through her clothing.

It has been dead for many years, and I don’t know what was put inside. The body has decomposed, and there is a disgusting and sticky soup inside. The smell is even worse than the dry toilets that were flushed in the summer many years ago.

The two of them held their breath, looked left and right, and pulled out two arrows from the arrow pot on one side, holding them inside like chopsticks.

"Chenxiang shoes..." He took out a pretty-looking lady's shoe and stuffed it in again.

"What the hell?"

Yaozi cursed and said, "Chenxiang shoes are shoes worn by women in ancient times when sleeping. They are decorated with thin jade flowers and contain spices such as borneol. They tell you to read more books but you just don't listen."

Wang Han was too lazy to refute.

The smell in the coffin was so strong that I choked to tears.

Another burst of retching.

He stuffed two arrows into Wang Hanshou and said, "I'm going to get some air and see if others have found anything good! You go on and dig around to see what else is there!"

Wang Han scanned the woman's orifices with his flashlight and could see that there were jade nine orifice plugs inside.

I pulled it casually.

Wang Han suddenly let out a light sigh, and then he heard Wang Han's voice and walked in from outside.

"What's wrong?"

"The normal Yujiu orifice plug is just put on, why does this one look like it was nailed on?"

Biaozi walked over and looked at him, covering his mouth and nose, "Oh my god! It really is!"

Normally, the jade nine orifice plugs are used to block the air vents and to make the corpse immortal, but they are placed very gently.

What he saw in front of him was obviously somewhat vicious.

Nailed alive.

He tugged at it and said, "If I'm not wrong, I want the soul of the deceased to be nailed inside and never be reincarnated! This is such a big hatred and resentment!"

While talking, Yaozi glanced at the mural on the wall.

"Could your wife have done something tragic?"

Wang Han cursed and said, "This is not my fucking wife. Don't be ridiculous. The person lying here is not the person on the mural. Judging from the proportion of the stool, the person on the mural is about 1.65 meters tall."

It's almost 1.7 meters tall, and the one lying in the coffin is 1.6 meters tall."

He glanced at it and said, "Oh, let me wipe it! You are very careful in your observation, Ah Han!"

Two people were shuffling things inside the coffin.

Wang Han suddenly found something next to the corpse and picked it up.

The flashlight shone brightly.

It was found to be a bamboo slip.

Daozi put on his gloves and took out the bamboo slips.

I shook off the dirty water on it and opened the bamboo slips gently.

Over the years, the writing on the bamboo slips has become very blurry.

I wiped it with a bang.

I can roughly recognize some of the contents through a few scattered words.

"Jie what is Yang so E?"

Wang Han immediately remembered a name in his mind.

"Yang Qing'e?"

Biaozi looked back, "Hey! There's Yang Qing behind you, so it's really Yang Qing'e! Where have you heard the name of Yang Qing'e!"

"I sent you a female letter before, and this Yang Qing'e was recorded on it."

Daozi slapped his head, "Yes! This is Yang Qing'e? If that's the case, is it Jieyu Yang Qing'e? I remember, didn't this bitch do well in the end?"

The two of them were silent for a moment and looked at each other.

"No, if this is Yang Qing'e, then who is Yang Qing'e in the coffin that was opened before?"

Not only that, there is also a soul lamp for Yang Qing'e on the bronze tree in Tianpeng Palace.

Everything became confusing again.

Who is Yang Qing'e?

Why is Su Qi's mural here again?

Wang Han suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Daozi glanced at it and said, "What's wrong?"

"I remembered something. When I first opened Yang Qing'e's bronze coffin, Yang Qing'e said something, why did I betray her?"

"I lost her? Does this mean I lost eighteen centimeters?"

Wang Han gestured his middle finger and said with a accustomed smile, "Huh? Ah Han, let's make an assumption. Let's assume that if the Imperial Master Qiu Chi is you, then the person on the wall can also be assumed to be you.

Wife Su Qi, right? Can it be understood that this Yang Qing'e wants to have sex with you, but you have a wife and she can't have sex with you, so she builds resentment into hatred?
To be continued...