Standing on the left and right are gorgeous maids. Their bodies have been sleeping in this cave for hundreds of times, but they are still lifelike, and their faces are still rosy. Their legends are all from the previous dynasty.

She looked like a woman, with clouds on her head, silk brocade and pearls on her body, and flowerpot-soled shoes on her feet. She stood upright, holding a small porcelain bowl with her hands up and down. The porcelain bowl contained ten thousand years of fish oil.

It has not been extinguished for hundreds of years.

"Old man, do you think these are real people or fake ones? Why do I think they look like those in a wax museum? Take a look, they are so lifelike." The mouse was very curious.

"You have to ask Xiaolan about this. This land should also belong to Ye He. I'm afraid he also had the habit of living sacrifices, right?" I said.

Nalanhong had no interest in these maids and casually replied: "I really don't know about this, but from a medical point of view these are absolutely impossible to be real people. If they are dead bodies, even if they remain immortal for so many years, they may not be able to remain in the body."

His flesh and blood will not change."

Although we clearly know that these are not real people, in this environment, looking at so many beautiful women on both sides, we will feel a little ups and downs. This feeling is hard to say. On the one hand, there is always someone behind the scenes.

It was chilly, and on the other hand, I was curious as to why these women had their eyes closed. I even imagined what would happen if these young maids all opened their eyes and looked at us.

"Then I'll give it a try. You guys go first. I'll catch up soon. It must be the wax man!" Mouse walked up to the maid closest to him and reached out to touch the woman's delicate face. He was so interested in her beautiful face.

He must not be interested. Mouse doesn't have such strong tastes. I guess he is concerned about whether the jewelry these maids are wearing are genuine.

"Lu Haotian... don't move..." Wang Laodao felt something was wrong and quickly turned around and shouted at him.

Everyone turned their heads and took a look, and the hairs on their hair stood up in fear. The mouse's hand touched the maid's face, and as soon as it came into contact with her fair and tender skin, it suddenly seemed like it had touched something very corrosive.

Like sulfuric acid, a black hole was burned out.

The hole was pitch black inside, and there was no support of flesh and blood at all. And this was not the scariest thing. What surprised us the most was that what was supported under her soft skin was really real.

Real bones, she...they...they turned out to be real people!

The mouse was stunned for a moment, stumbled backwards and fell. I rushed over and helped him up from the ground. I was also shocked. What surprised me was the exquisite craftsmanship of the ancient mummies. How did they do it? Even

The Egyptians could only barely keep the skin and flesh of the corpse from being separated from the bones and the surface from rotting. However, the methods mastered by the Manchus were obviously superior to the Egyptians, and they could actually make the skin on the surface of the human body look as shiny as fresh.

Not rotten.

"Come back quickly, come back quickly! This is a real person!" Wang Laodao shouted.

"Ah..." I replied to him subconsciously, but when I looked back, even I, a well-informed little tomb robber who often turns danger into good fortune in ancient tombs, broke out in a cold sweat.

The eyes of the maid who had a hole poked in her face by the mouse opened quietly. I clenched my fists reflexively, and the sharp black iron bone spurs popped out of the chain mail on my hand again.
Chapter completed!