The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Did you put something else in there?" Luo Liyan asked in shock.

Then without waiting for Yi Zehao's answer, he reached in and took it out.

The first thing that came out was an ancient book. After a cursory glance at the text, it turned out to be a collection of poems by a literary master.

But this thing is obviously two hundred years later than the Zhou Dynasty.

I fished it out again and found a small dagger. Regardless of the year, the gems on it alone were enough to prove its value.

There are also jade flutes, piano scores, snuff bottles, hairpins, earrings, bracelets, private seals...

In the four containers, if you add up all the zeros and zeros, there are nearly 50 items.

Luo Liyan couldn't help but raise her hand and wanted to cover her head, but Yi Zehao held her hand and stopped her movement.

"dirty."

There are all things in the tomb here. Not only are there hundreds of layers of ash, but they are also wrapped in corpse aura. It is indeed a bit unclean.

Luo Liyan could only ignore this troublesome matter for the time being, and first brought over the poetry collection that was obviously from the wrong age.

However, this ancient book was too fragile. As soon as Luo Liyan got it in his hand, he knew that something bad would happen if he touched it, so he quickly put it back on the desk.

"This book..." She pursed her lips, wanting to read it but having no tools at hand.

Yi Zehao's fingertips moved, and the book of poems was gently opened without damaging anything.

The calligraphy is very beautiful, not printed, and very wild, a bit like the poet's character.

"Could it be that he wrote it himself?" Luo Liyan asked curiously.

"According to what the old emperor under me said, he ordered this poet to copy the manuscript himself." Yi Zehao didn't like his little queen looking at the poems written by others with such joy, so he Just closed it.

Luo Liyan got the affirmative answer, and her attention immediately moved away from the poetry collection.

"Down there? That old emperor? What do you mean?" She tilted her head and looked at Yi Zehao with confusion.

But after asking, my mind turned around twice, and I immediately guessed that they were other ancient tombs in that mountain.

"But how come there are so many emperor tombs on a dragon vein? Didn't the alchemists and diggers back then figure out that you were already inside?" Luo Liyan muttered to herself.

"They certainly didn't calculate it." A faint smile appeared in Yi Zehao's eyes, "Don't you always think it's too boring to live in the palace with just the two of us, and would you like to have more neighbors after your death?"

Uh... It's true that you can say this kind of thing, but you can't implement it so thoroughly, right? !

Luo Liyan felt the pain in her head getting worse, "So you deliberately did something to make them all stay together?"

"Well, I have carefully selected them. They are just right to be our neighbors, and their ability and strength can be regarded as lasting." Yi Zehao thought about the three neighbors he had chosen in the past thousand years. I felt that there were too many people, disturbing the tranquility of myself and Yanyan.

But it is convenient to exchange their burial objects now. There are four dynasties in total. No matter which dynasty my little queen likes, I can find them for her.

"Then if you take their burial objects like this, they won't make trouble with you?" Luo Liyan couldn't imagine that the dead emperors would be so easy to talk to.

"They don't dare." Yi Zehao raised his eyebrows.

When they slept in the tomb, knowing that they had been deceived, they had already come to find themselves and wanted to settle the score.

It's just that their ability is there. No matter how capable they are in life, they can only surrender to themselves after death.

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