Chapter 697 High Priest

Song Yanqing was a little amused: Then I'll watch and buy some gifts.

Qiao Jin said sincerely, They will like whatever you buy.

With Song Yanqing's status, it won't be too low, and it is impossible for the Mu family to hate Song Yanqing.

That being said, Song Yanqing winked at Ah Jiao, and Ah Jiao understood.

Ms. Qiao didn't provide any information, so it was very easy for Ah to go out and inquire in the mall.

For them, it was not difficult to do these things. The young master and Miss Qiao were going to deal with things, and he happened to help the young master choose a gift.

The car stopped downstairs in Meng Chengyu's residential area.

It was broad daylight now, and there were not many people around downstairs, and the car was parked nearby inconspicuously. It was when Song Yanqing and Qiao Jin got out of the car that it attracted a lot of attention.

The two of them were used to this kind of gaze, and they walked towards Meng Chengyu's house in the community.

Although Meng Chengyu didn't give him the key, it was too easy for Qiao Jin to enter the house.

As soon as they entered, they saw the square sarcophagus placed in the living room.

The coffin board was lifted, which means that the sarcophagus is now open.

It only takes two steps forward to see the woman lying in the sarcophagus.

This scene really challenged the limit of people's tolerance. It was the right choice for Meng Chengyu and Yang Qiulu not to come back.

Song Yanqing was somewhat puzzled: Why did you put her here? If you need a safe and hidden place, I can provide it.

Yang Qiulu and Meng Chengyu are both point holders. I put it here to see if she would have any conflicts with them. When Meng Chengyu saw Yang Qiulu, his heart beat extremely fast. It almost caused Yang Qiulu to awaken directly.

Song Yanqing nodded in understanding, and walked over with Qiao Jin.

This stunning woman was still lying in the sarcophagus, wearing a black fringed crown and a scarlet robe, but it didn't look like a wedding dress.

4,000 years ago, human civilization had just developed, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a dress.

But Qiao Jin himself existed thousands of years ago, so he naturally knows that some things have just been reburied over time.

And Song Yanqing saw the woman in front of her, and the moment she caught her eyes, her dark pupils suddenly sank.

A picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was thousands of people kneeling down, in an empty place of yellow sand, thousands of miles of yellow sand was blown up by the wind, they all knelt down on the ground with solemn and solemn expressions.

High Priest!

High Priest!

With my life, with my blood, I sacrifice it to the sky! I hope the high priest will recover after a thousand years and revive the sky!

With my life, with my blood, I sacrifice it to the sky! I hope the high priest will recover after a thousand years and revive the sky!

...

Boundless, serious, and even desolate.

A person, male and female, even old and young, knelt down on the ground, prayed to the sky, and then cut their necks with a horizontal knife.

The bright red blood, like the most gorgeous hot rose, blooms on the yellow sand.

The yellow sand wails all over the sky, like the wailing of a ghost, sweeping across the whole earth in an instant, the wind blows the sand, covering all the shadows in an instant.

All of this was buried under the yellow sand.

This scene was only two seconds long, Song Yanqing frowned slightly, and murmured: High Priest?

This is the past he saw?

Qiao Jin looked at him instantly: What did you see?

Lingling masters can see the past and know the future. This is a talent, so it is incomparable.

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