It was okay for Qin Mu not to question it, but when he questioned it, Mao Mao immediately got angry.

"Brother, how can I admit my mistake? You have to know that I, Maomao, am so wise and wise, so unparalleled in the world, so unique. How can I admit my mistake?" Maomao looked at Qin Mu with disdain, and there seemed to be something written on his face.

, the word despise.

Qin Mu silently let go, and Mao Mao fell directly to the ground. If the cat's flexibility was not unusual for ordinary people, I'm afraid the cat would have broken a bone or something, and it would not be able to bear the weight of its body.

"What are you doing?" Maomao was originally wary of Qin Mu in front of him. When he saw Qin Mu humiliating him like this, he immediately became unhappy. However, due to Qin Mu's powerful strength, he did not dare to turn against him directly.

Qin Mu called Maomao's bunch of random idioms to Lei.

"My hands are slipping, my hands are slipping, I'm sorry." Qin Mu apologized so lightly that everyone could tell that there was no apology in his eyes.

Qin Mu began to observe the big cauldron.

To be honest, this big cauldron is quite similar to the Yin-Yang Cauldron. Qin Mu remembered seeing it somewhere before. The big cauldron was originally an ancient pot. In ancient times, vessels with three legs were called

The tripod seems to have been used for cooking rice in the beginning.

Later, Xia Yu cast the Nine Tripods to rule the world, and the tripod had other meanings. It represented the symbol of the emperor, something like the tripod to set the Central Plains.

But Qin Mu couldn't figure it out. Did Xia Yu's original intention of making the cauldron mean that I could take care of the food and drink in nine places? I am in charge of the food and drink in the whole world, so the world belongs to me?

This always makes Qin Mu feel like he's eating from a big pot.

Qin Mu's imagination grew wider and wider, but he didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

When he reacted, the man had already walked up to him.

Qin Mu turned around and saw an extremely bright red color. This kind of bright red color can only be seen on Honglian. Zhuque Dongshi followed suit and wore it for a while. After being complained about by all parties, he started wearing the tender red color from before.

Rather than such bright colors. Of course, it is extremely simple for these monsters to change their clothes.

But Qin Mu knew that the clothes on Hong Lian were not changed. Qin Mu accompanied her to buy them. This was also part of why Qin Mu couldn't understand Hong Lian. He was obviously a demon, but he always treated himself as a human being.

, if Honglian and Qin Mu stood side by side, Qin Mu would look a bit like a monster, probably... because of his appearance.

"You're finally here." Sister Honglian didn't speak until she reached Qin Mu. When Qin Mu glanced at her, she spoke, which made Qin Mu jump in surprise.

"Ah...I'm here." Qin Mu didn't know how to answer, so he answered awkwardly, then looked around: "Where are the others?"

"Here." A voice came from the other side of Qin Mu. He turned his head and saw Suzaku standing behind with a smile. He frowned a little guilty because he had not forgotten that he was at the door of the tomb before.

When they were in the hospital, due to their strife with Bai Sanyan, there was no reason for Suzaku to be so polite and affectionate to Qin Mu.

Shouldn't she just throw a Samadhi True Fire at her?

The down jackets worn by the three police brothers were so wrinkled that the color could not be seen clearly. They also exuded an indescribable smell. Qin Mu remembered the smelly ditch incident that Honglian had mentioned earlier and looked at the three brothers.

His eyes were also slightly sympathetic.

Qin Muken stared with sympathy, but Zhao Laoshi felt very uncomfortable. He said carelessly: "Look at the wool. Have you ever seen one that fell into a smelly ditch?"

"I haven't seen it before." Unexpectedly, Qin Mu was not afraid at all and replied directly.

The atmosphere was a little cold, and for some reason, Qin Mu always felt that the person in front of him was a little strange. He turned around and looked at the big cauldron, stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt that the tentacles were a little cold and rough. The cauldron seemed to be some kind of

It was made of metal. It was originally said that Xia Yu cast the tripod. Judging from that era, the material used should be bronze. However, now, Qin Mu can't understand it.

This doesn't seem to be bronze at all.

Perhaps it was because the ancient craftsmanship was not perfect, and the areas that Qin Mu touched that should have been smooth were a bit rough. Looking carefully, there was no problem with the entire tripod when viewed from a distance. However, when he got closer,

I discovered that there were many small holes on the tripod body, so when I touched it, it felt a little rough.

It should have been caused by corrosion after being left for a long time, but it was also most likely due to the limitations of the craftsmanship at that time.

Seeing Qin Mu studying the cauldron, Hong Lian was a little puzzled and even a little impatient: "Why are you always studying this cauldron? What is there to study!"

"What you're asking is a bit confusing." Qin Mu stuck his butt out and just lay on the tripod to observe. He wished that there was a microscope for him to look at now, so he could understand those archaeological experts and the like.

Yes, he needs to carry a magnifying glass with him. He needs these things so much now.

Because he discovered that when he looked closely at the rough holes on the body of the tripod, it seemed that these holes were not holes at all, but very small characters one by one. The characters in total were only about the size of a grain of rice.

, the whole body of this tripod is a deep dark green, and it is impossible to see clearly without the help of tools.

"What do you mean by this?" Honglian's tone was cold.

It seems that he has never seen Hong Lian speak like this. Qin Mu turned around inexplicably, rarely diverted his attention, and looked at Hong Lian: "Isn't this the purpose of our coming? What's wrong with you?"

The last sentence was spoken in a very low voice, and he glanced at Suzaku cryptically, and then said secretly: "I changed my mind."

"What?" Honglian couldn't keep up with Qin Mu's rhythm.

This is a very strange thing. Qin Mu stared at Honglian inexplicably for a while. That delicate face seemed to be no different from before, but he always felt that something was wrong. He would not talk about the other people. He was more familiar with Honglian.

, In so many days, there have been very few Hong Lian, no, there is never anything that can't keep up with her own rhythm. It seems that the two of them are in sync with each other in everything they do. If they can't keep up with the rhythm, occasionally, Qin Mu can't keep up with Hong Lian.

Lian's rhythm is real.

Maomao was lying underneath, with his hair standing on end. The red lotus in front of him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. This feeling seemed to be more intense than when he found that Qin Mu had no shadow. If he didn't find Qin Mu's shadow, it was

It is a subjective reaction, but Honglian is a kind of subconscious resistance.

If it were normal times, Maomao would have jumped directly on Honglian's shoulder, acting coquettishly and asking for comfort, but why is he looking at Honglian with a wary face now? Qin Mu soon discovered Maomao's abnormality, and immediately looked towards

Honglian's eyes changed a little.
Chapter completed!