The villains are all my vests

Chapter 276 Stop Digging Graves, Let’s Fall in Love (16)

The smell was unspeakably weird.

Gu Zhihuan has never smelled this kind of smell before, but as long as she smells it once, she will never forget it, and it won't be mixed with other smells.

However, Gu Zhihuan was sure that there should be no smell on her body.

Ever since he was tracked down by someone using the scent once in the underground, Gu Zhihuan usually chooses the ones that don't have any smell in his daily toiletries.

So she won't have this strange smell on her body.

If it wasn't for Han Yue's reminder, Gu Zhihuan wouldn't have found out.

Because it's hard to smell anything when you smell yourself.

Since it wasn't her own fault, where did the fragrance come from?
Gu Zhihuan's brows gathered in the middle to form a hill.

Is it in the tomb?
Or rather, it's out there.

Gu Zhihuan's heart turned cold, and she found that this trip to the ancient tomb had far exceeded her expectations.

With something in mind, Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue searched along the tomb passage, but they couldn't find the shadow of Zhou's youngest and Qin Huan, so they had to give up.

Han Yue played with the earrings in his hand: "Maybe they ran around by themselves."

"You only wake up once every 100 years?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

"It was at first." Han Yue said.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows.

Han Yue showed an embarrassed smile: "When I woke up later, the master didn't know where to go, and Xiaofen and Xiaolu didn't take me to play. I was too bored, so I rarely woke up."

Gu Zhihuan was thoughtful: "So the safety of the ancient tomb has been a long time ago."

Han Yue was stunned.

Before he could speak, Gu Zhihuan had already taken a step forward, casually standing half a step in front of him.

Han Yue didn't understand what Gu Zhihuan meant, he was still thinking about what Gu Zhihuan said.

The two returned to the door of Xiaofen Xiaolu's tomb.

Han Yue pushed open the door carelessly and walked in.

Gu Zhihuan looked up from behind, his face moved slightly.

There are seven coffins neatly placed in the tomb, with strange six-pointed stars painted on the coffins.

There are some yellowed murals on all sides. Perhaps the color has been dimmed for a long time, and the paint in some places has even fainted.

Gu Zhihuan looked sideways at the mural closest to her, and was stunned for a moment.

this fucking...

Gu Zhihuan gasped, almost swearing.

She has robbed many tombs over the years, and has seen all kinds of weird murals in the tombs, but none of the murals can surprise Gu Zhihuan like this.

Even after a few seconds, Gu Zhihuan couldn't help pinching Han Yue's arm.

Han Yue didn't know the pain, and thought that Gu Zhihuan wanted to hold hands with him, so he simply handed over his right hand: "Honey, hold it for you."

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Han Yue expressionlessly: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Han Yue said innocently.

After all, he didn't even respond to being cut by Gu Zhihuan, let alone just pinched.

Gu Zhihuan murmured, "It doesn't hurt, it really is a dream."

After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes, rubbed her face vigorously, and then looked at the mural, her face was extremely ugly.

No matter how dull Han Yue was, he could sense something was wrong. He looked at Gu Zhihuan, then at the murals, and finally his eyes fell back on Zhihuan again: "Honey, is there something wrong with these murals?"

When Gu Zhihuan heard Han Yue's voice, he grabbed him suddenly: "What did you call me?"

"My wife." Han Yue said blankly.

Gu Zhihuan let out a long breath.

It turned out that there was a problem from the very beginning.

The densely packed orthographic characters inside Han Yue's coffin came to Gu Zhihuan's mind.

I didn't think about it at the time, but if I think about it now, Han Yue probably appeared in this ancient tomb thousands of years ago.

Thousands of years ago, was there such a thing as "wife"?

Gu Zhihuan looked at the murals around him again.

Generally, there are only two types of murals in tombs.

One is to narrate an event, and some representative pictures will be drawn on it to form a coherent story.

The other is to draw some representative mythical figures for some kind of blessing cemetery.

But the murals in this tomb are not.

It doesn't have a coherent story, nor mythical characters, but rather fragments.

The scary thing is, what these fragments narrate...

Gu Zhihuan looked in from the place closest to him.

The things painted on it are all kinds of strange things, there are scenes of zombies besieging the city, there are scenes of bloody battles on the battlefield, there are scenes of feasting and feasting in the city, and there are fairylands where flying into the sky and escaping from the ground... The more Gu Zhihuan looks at it, the more shocked he feels.

She took out a small knife from her bag, carefully scraped off some paint on the mural, and checked it carefully.

There is nothing wrong with paint thousands of years ago.

Gu Zhihuan's hands trembled a little.

"Who drew this, do you know?" Gu Zhihuan forcibly calmed down, pretending nothing happened.

Han Yue tilted his neck and thought for a while: "It should be the master. At the beginning, the ancient tomb only had one floor, and the master had nothing to do, so he stayed in the tomb and drew pictures. Later, the tomb was full of his paintings, so he Let Xiaofen and Xiaolu dig another floor, until the tomb has become three floors, but the owner has never shown up and painted."

"Xiaofen and Xiaolu complained secretly, thinking that the master should go to sleep." Han Yue paused, and then said: "And I have seen the things painted by Xiaofen and Xiaolu, which are not as good as the master's paintings."

Gu Zhihuan quietly clenched his hands into fists.

The master Han Yue spoke of probably came from the real world just like her.

Otherwise, this ancient tomb could not have so many weird things.

Han Yue ran to two of the coffins, skillfully lifted the coffin boards, and then was stunned: "It's strange, Xiaofen and Xiaolu usually sleep in the coffins when they are free. Could it be that they have gone out?"

Gu Zhihuan suddenly asked solemnly, "What does the little fan you're talking about look like?"

"It's similar to me, but she's all pink, so it's easy to recognize." Han Yue couldn't help but added: "In short, I'm not as good-looking, and my name is not as good-sounding as me."

"Are you still bald?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

"That's right." Han Yue came back to his senses: "How do you know my wife?"

Gu Zhihuan raised his finger and pointed behind Han Yue, his tone was cold: "Look, is that person a little fan?"

Han Yue suddenly turned his head.

I saw a pink corpse hanging obliquely from the beam on the top of the tomb. Her body was still stuck on it, but her head had fallen off, dangling in mid-air, as if her neck had been twisted off.

Han Yue's expression suddenly changed.

He rushed up and hugged Xiaofen down.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Han Yue's skill is really good.

Xiaofen's head dangled back and forth, disconnected from her body.

Han Yue hugged Xiaofen helplessly.

Gu Zhihuan was silent for a moment, walked over, and put his hand under Xiaofen's nose.

Han Yue looked at her blankly.

Gu Zhihuan coughed lightly, and said awkwardly, "How do you zombies know if you're dead or not?"

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