Chapter 32 Chapter 12 You Hour

Everyone watched as the fat man ran up to his skinny horse, got on the horse, whistled, and galloped south. In a moment, it was gone. Lian Xing suddenly remembered something, frowned slightly, and said to the coachman, "Brother Coachman, there seems to be something wrong here." The driver's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "Are you talking about the owner of the tomb?" Lian Xing nodded solemnly. Looking at the desolate hill, Xiao Longnu seemed to feel something was wrong. Da Kui and Jackson were at a loss. Da Kui said, "What's the matter?" Lian Xing's pupils shrank slowly, looked at the hill, and said slowly: "The owner of the tomb here should not be Songtsan Gampo."

Both Da Kui and Jackson were surprised, and asked, "Why?" Lian Xing said in a deep voice: "Just now, you didn't listen to what the coachman brother said, the architectural configuration of this tomb is a shape of Qiyin holding the moon. The shape of Qiyin holding the moon is the tomb of seven virgins and a rear mausoleum If the owner of the tomb is the tomb of Songtsan Gampo, then the shape of the tomb will not match. Then how come the shape of the seven shades holding the moon?" Only then did Da Kui understand, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the coachman.

The coachman also looked heavy and nodded heavily. The five people stood in the wilderness, looking westward, the tall mound, accompanied by the nine maiden graves, looked strange. A desolate and strong wild wind passed over everyone. Everyone felt the chill. This chill not only emerged from everyone, but also came out from the bone marrow of everyone. Da Kui looked at Lian Xing, his face changed slightly, and said: "Lian Xing, otherwise, let's take a detour." Lian Xing turned his head slowly, fixed his eyes on Da Kui, and said word by word: "Why do you want to take a detour?"

The big man was speechless. Seeing that Lian Xing still decided to break into the tomb of Qiyin Pengyue, Jackson couldn't help but secretly admire his master's courage. The coachman looked at the mound in the distance, and said slowly: "Let's not enter now, we will enter after Youshi."