"Are these corpses used to fill the tomb?" Qin Mu asked hesitantly.

"I didn't know before, but now it seems, it seems to be." Honglian agreed with certainty, and then said to Xiaosheng, who was still standing on the edge of the square: "Is it convenient to get the things below?"

Honglian's tone was very polite. Xiaosheng blushed with embarrassment. Xiaosheng said, "I'll try."

Honglian nodded and saw two vines as thick as bowls attacking the jar below in Xiaosheng's two sleeves. Under the flames of Honglian, the jars in the pit below were densely packed, making people's scalp numb. Xiaosheng found a jar that was probably pushed up due to the movement of the earth's crust and carefully curled up.

Qin Mu and his group surrounded him.

Xiaosheng carefully placed the jar on the ground, and put the skeleton on the jar aside with a wry smile. The skeleton was slightly yellow, and the eyes and head were stained with black soil in the pit, which was something that only existed inside the square.

"It seems that it's been a certain year." Qin Mu glanced at it and said slowly. The skeleton's eyes were facing Qin Mu. The Qin official always felt that the skeleton seemed to be mocking something, or rather, the skeleton was laughing at everyone, and this thought immediately made Qin Mu die. This guy even began to doubt whether he had been too busy with food and sleeping lately, and even began to have hallucinations.

The mouth of the jar was sealed with soil mixed with grass stems. Xiaosheng blew it for a long time before he completely opened the jar. However, what he saw was not the white ashes, but the smell of wine that was coming to his face.

"Wine?" Qin Mu never expected such an ending, and couldn't help but shout. Qin Mu's voice was more penetrating, or rather special. When he exclaimed, the boy in white was also shocked, and he didn't seem to have thought that there was wine in the jar. Especially the aroma of wine in the air was even more refreshing and extremely tempting.

The goatee looked at Qin Mu resentfully, and couldn't help but drool. The cloaked man was still comforting his little ghost. In his eyes, nothing was more important than his ghost son.

The owner of Manor Yun greedily sucked the wine in the air, and suddenly knelt on the ground and cried loudly. However, the little maid stared directly at the direction of Qin Mu with her big watery eyes, and her eyes did not stop at all. When she looked at Qin Mu, her eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if two words had been posted on Qin Mu's forehead by the little maid: Bad man.

At this time, the little maid was not like before, her temperament changed drastically, just at the moment when the wine was filled with fragrance.

It was at this time that Qin Mu knew at the beginning that when he saw this little girl, he felt a strange feeling from where it came from. Originally, Qin Mu believed that the little girl was a monster or something.

But I didn't expect that it was the most scarce among monsters. It was really rare. It would be absolutely impossible to cultivate this way without a pile of hundreds of thousands of years.

The Yun family didn’t know what kind of blessings they had, but it was really amazing that they had something to do with such things.

But I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a disaster. After all, thinking about the legend of this tragic family, Qin Mu feels painful when he comes to fill the lake every generation of direct descendants.

I haven't figured out the matter of filling the lake yet, and what happened in the tomb is completely beyond his understanding.

Thinking that the people who filled the lake before turned into the most fierce and inconvenient corpses, Qin Mu felt strange and couldn't say anything. In addition, the pit was so pure and fragrant that it was even more confusing.

"Try it." Sister Honglian made the wine smell so sweet that she salivated. She was so addicted to alcohol that she could not help but say this.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and happier and crying to block Honglian's claws that touched the wine jar: "Sister, where is your image? Where is your integrity?"

"Let the dog eat it." Sister Honglian replied without hesitation, with a very fast speed.

Everyone: "..."

Qin Mu's head resealed the jar with a black thread, and the mellow fragrance of wine was still emitting around him, but it was no longer as strong as before, but it still did not dissipate for a long time.

Under the stimulation of such a faint aroma of wine, Honglian finally regained some rationality, smacked her lips and said, "Why are you so stingy? Are there many more underneath?"

Qin Mu was amused and crying: "Sister, this wine is in the tomb, and I don't know how many years this tomb has existed. It has no production date and shelf life. Are you not afraid of it being broken, drinking and diarrhea?"

Qin Mu's words were not approved by others, but others looked at him with a fool's eyes.

"What...what happened?" Qin Mu said inexplicably and stammered.

Xiaobai stroked his forehead helplessly and said helplessly: "Mumu... the wine becomes more and more mellow..."

"Uh..." It was Qin Mu's turn to be ashamed: "Is it......... I've never heard of it before..."

"How could you care about this if you never drink a glass?" Xiaobai muttered in a low voice, but this sound seemed to be low in Xiaobai's opinion, and it was not for Qin Mu and the others. These guys had sharp ears, so they could hear it clearly. So, as soon as Xiaobai finished mumbling, he looked up and saw Qin Mu's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"But the wine in ancient times cannot be kept for too long." Black Pearl came out to save Qin Mu's life and made a smooth move.

Qin Mu seemed to be resurrected with blood and blue in an instant, and said in agreement: "Yes, yes, look at Comrade Black Pearl who said that. If you drink this wine, it will be bad."

"I can't just take a sip?" Honglian said depressedly.

"This is not a question of whether it works," said Black Pearl seriously: "It was probably in the 1970s that our underworld met a foreigner. The foreigner likes to drink and is also very interested in Chinese culture. At that time, it was because when he was traveling in China, it happened that the tomb of a rich man in the Tang Dynasty was unearthed. At that time, he was involved in it for some reason. There was a large amount of alcoholic liquid in the man's tomb, which had become solid. The foreigner was very cautious and only tasted the little bit of his fingernail and was drunk to death."

"I'm so drunk?" Qin Mu raised his eyebrows. This way of dying is rare, but it's not impossible. But it's rare to enter the underworld after just taste the size of a fingernail.

"Is that wine poisonous?" Honglian asked blankly.

"No," said Black Pearl: "At that time, this foreigner should be under the jurisdiction of the Hall of Yama who was in charge of the West, but because he was in the jurisdiction of our hall, he was brought back by a police officer. At that time, I went through his life and death, and it was indeed written on it that he died of alcohol poisoning."

"This is too exaggerated." If it weren't for the dark pearl, Qin Mu could not persuade Honglian at all. He believed the words of the black pearl, no matter whether they were true or false.
Chapter completed!