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Chapter 88 Extra Story: Script "Ghost Lord" (chapters 1-5)

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    ¡¾Chapter 1: Ancient Tombs of the Shang Dynasty¡¿

    The tomb chamber is dark, with no light on all sides, only bluestones everywhere showing faint green light.

    The tomb has a square shape, surrounded by walls on all sides. Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and a stone door slowly rose.  The stone door opened, air poured in from the corridor, and the long lights on the left and right sides of the seal lit up, dancing blue light.

    After the dust settled, two figures came in one after the other from behind the stone gate, and stepped onto the blue brick floor of the tomb.

    "This is the ancient tomb of the Shang Dynasty that your archaeological team claims. It's too shabby."

    Qiu Nuannuan looked at the lit main tomb, and shook his head in disappointment, "The owner of the tomb is really poor. There is only a coffin in the main tomb, and there is nothing."

    "The greatest value of studying ancient tombs is to explore the cultural traditions of that era, not for money, okay?" The fat man behind followed and said solemnly.

    "Besides, whether the tomb is luxurious or not, the number of burials depends on the status and wishes of the owner of the tomb. This tomb is so big, the owner of the tomb must not be poor. Maybe they don't like gold and silver, so they didn't place it  More funeral objects."

    "Big hair."

    At this time, Qiu Nuannuan had already circled to the other side of the coffin, and suddenly let out an exclamation when looking at the coffin.

    "What's wrong?"

    Fatty heard the sound and followed, followed Qiu Nuannuan's sight, his eyes straightened.

    The dark red coffin was inlaid with precious stones of various sizes. The precious stones were inlaid very neatly, forming a pattern, but it couldn't be seen what flower shape it was, but it looked like a totem of a mysterious tribe.

    "The province deserves the flowers, this master has grasped the essence of this sentence."

    Qiu Nuannuan stared at the gemstones on the inner and outer coffins and admired them, then raised his hand and pulled the fat man beside him, "Dali, has your archaeological team opened the coffin yet?"

    "It's open." The fat man who was called Dali nodded.

    "Can you open it for me to see?" There was a burning light in Qiu Nuannuan's eyes.

    "Thisisn't good." He hesitated vigorously, "It's just a rotten skeleton inside, it's disgusting, and it's nothing to look at."

    "Open it and let me have a look. I'll just take a look, so that when I write the details of the coffin opening in my novel, I'll have something to write about." Qiu Nuannuan begged and reassured.

    Dali frowned, but he still couldn't hold her back, so he replied, "Okay."

    "You are here, I'll go there. I'll call one, two, three, let's push together." Dali instructed, and ran to the end of the coffin, chanting, "One, two, three, push! One, two, three,  push!"

    The two of them worked hard together, but just as the coffin was opened a crack, Qiu Nuannuan suddenly "hissed".

    "What's wrong?" Dali felt that Qiu Nuannuan's strength had weakened, and asked with concern.

    "it's okay no problem."

    Qiu Nuannuan glanced at the cut on his hand that was cut by the gemstone. Although a lot of blood came out, the wound was not deep, so it didn't matter.

    "Continue." Qiu Nuannuan said.

    "One, two, three, push!"

    Seeing Qiu Nuannuan vigorously, he said it was okay, and continued to chant.  The two pushed the coffin lid wholeheartedly, and no one noticed that the blood oozing from the palm of Qiu Nuannuan flowed into the coffin along the gemstones, dripping.

    The coffin lid was pushed halfway open, and stopped vigorously, "That's it, push it again and it will fall."

    Dali said as he walked towards the head of the coffin, Qiu Nuannuan couldn't wait to look into the coffin, but saw that lying inside was a man dressed in an ancient costume, but his facial features were clear and his skin was tight, but his eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep.  young man.

    The corner of Qiu Nuannuan's mouth sank, and he put his foot on the strong leg that had just walked over, "Is it interesting to play with me?"

    "What?" Qin Dali was stunned.

    "In the ancient tombs of the Shang Dynasty, the corpses are so fresh, did they kill them now?"

    Qiu Nuannuan scolded, at the same time, Qin Dali glanced at her bleeding hand, took a step back suddenly, staggered and sat on the ground, staring at her hand, trembling like chaff, "Blood  Blood¡­¡­"

    "You're a big man and you're still dizzy with blood." Seeing Qin Dali sitting on the ground in shock, Qiu Nuannuan put his bleeding hand behind his back, leaned over and pulled him with the other hand.

    "Who told you to fool me with a fake tomb, and a bunch of colorful glass pieces to hold gems, which scratched my hands." Qiu Nuannuan mumbled and complained, but Qin Dali, who was on the ground, was already crying, "Blood  Pick up the corpse"

    "What kind of corpse, what kind of corpse, get up for me!" Qiu Nuannuan impatiently hooked her hand.

    Qin Dali burst into tears, "Behind" Qin Dali pointed at her with a terrified expression on his face.bsp; "Also, what did he ask me for?" Qiu Nuannuan wondered, "I don't know him, but I feel like he hates me very much."

    "This is between us, you don't need to know. I won't let him approach you again in the future."

    "Oh." Qiu Nuannuan nodded, then took off the small leather case on her wrist and put it on the wrist of Lord Ghost.

    "Although you said you would never let him approach me again, I still have no idea. This is for you, so that next time he comes again, I can distinguish you and him." Qiu Nuannuan said.

    Prince Ghost took a look at the holster on his wrist, and replied, "Okay."

    "Ding Dong~"

    The doorbell rang, and Qiu Nuannuan in front of the computer called back, "My lord, take the takeaway."

    "What are you doing?" The ghost prince came back with the takeaway, put it in front of Qiu Nuannuan, and glanced at the screen in front of her intentionally or unintentionally.

    "Finish the outline."

    "Big vat? Where is it? How to organize it? Do you need me to help you?"

    "ha?"

    "The cylinder is very heavy, can you carry it?" the prince asked back.

    Qiu Nuannuan smiled, "Oh, it's not the vat you thought, it's the outline of a novel, or the context of a book, you can't help." Qiu Nuannuan explained, opening the takeaway bag as she spoke, and took out  The yogurt inside was handed to Lord Ghost, "Here, let's go to the living room to drink milk."

    "Aren't you with me?"

    "I still have to make money, how can I support you if I don't make money." Qiu Nuannuan snorted.

    "I just had a dream, it was very poignant and beautiful, and it will be a big hit if I write it out with oil and vinegar." Qiu Nuannuan said, tapping on the keyboard with her fingers, the cursor moved, and lines of text appeared on the screen: the palace is majestic,  The Cancan Throne (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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