Qu Bingheng, the so-called famous family, was actually a local bully. He had never even been out of Shennongjia in his life and had never seen the style of Riwan.

Therefore, when he heard Zhang Jiao's question, he said softly in surprise: "How come Rimaru's clothes are not? They are not wearing Xia Zong's old costumes?

I've seen it on TV."

"Of the 10 countries in the Eastern Continent, 5 or 6 must be branches of our Xiazong civilization," Zhang Jiao said with a sinister face: "Naturally, food and clothing are the same, and there is not much difference.

However, the Rimaru people are wearing monkeys and crowned with a snake, adding a ribbon around their waists, so if you tell them carefully, you can see it at a glance."

Qu Bingheng unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked at the coffin. Sure enough, he saw that in front of the huge sarcophagus looked like a sacrifice and a crystal corpse guarding in front of the spirit. There was a wide ribbon on his waist, with complex patterns tied around his waist.

He blurted out and said, "I really have a belt. I have seen it 3 or 4 times, but I have never noticed it before.

Brothers, you know so much. You must have visited Himaru before.

It turns out that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. If I revive my family one day, I will definitely..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Jiao's face becoming more and more gloomy. He clearly felt a heavy sense of oppression surged into his heart, and he didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore and continued to irritate.

I quickly changed the subject and got to the point, "Ling, a doctor from Chunshuiling, came with my parents when I was young.

At that time, the construction of this place had just been completed, but the bodies were already there.

I still remember that many people were surprised at that time, but after inquiring, the official statement of Chunshuiling was very vague, saying that they were old masters and old men, so they died and were buried together, with full friendship.

But there is no etiquette in this world where good friends are buried together.

So some people guessed that these guys were killed by the same wife and buried with her husband.

It’s just that it’s too barbaric and illegal to bury a living person now, so I just found a comment.

Some people also guessed that these people were unvirtuous alchemists who refined fake medicine to deceive the ancestor Chunshui to take it to break the barrier, but the accident caused him to go crazy and die.

So my wife vented her anger and killed them, and placed them in front of the spirit to apologize to the ancestor Chunshui forever."

It was their turn to burn incense as they spoke. Qu Bingheng hurriedly shut up, and followed Zhang Jiao and his two sisters along with a long row of people standing side by side, stepped forward to light the incense and bowed deeply.

After the incident, the four of them walked away from the mausoleum room. Zhang Jiao suddenly returned to normal and was no longer as absent-minded as before. He spent several hours playing in the mausoleum of the Chunshui Department before leaving by car and rushed to Chunshui City.

Because when Jiang Chu and Shan Jin and Western Qin were fighting, nutrients, as one of the most important military substances, became increasingly scarce and precious.

As the largest grain-producing area within a thousand miles surrounding it, the spring water gang naturally rose against the trend. In other economic and trade, armed guardians and other zero-zone bases are increasingly depressed, they have produced a siphon effect, showing a deformed prosperity.

Especially now, it is the most important festival in the Spring Water Reich, which is more lively than once a year. The Spring Festival is even more lively, and the whole city is filled with tourists.

Finally, I spent a lot of money to stay in a B&B where the Qu brother and sister met once. The boss looked like "you are cheap" and didn't even include breakfast.

After settling down on Charlie, Zhang Jiao could only turn back to the street with Qu Bingheng, Qu Bingyan, and Qu Bingyan to find a restaurant to have dinner.

Under a bright moon, people crowded with people walking forward, and saw the lively scene around them. Although it had nothing to do with him, Zhang Jiao still felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help but speak, "Select guards for the deceased and guard the tombs. Although it is not considered a funeral, it is not a happy event.

It actually made the joy of festivals, which was inexplicable."

"Hey, brothers in the army, there is a saying, but my relatives or other people are sad that they have already sang to death. Where can I support my body and the same mountain?" Qu Bingheng showed a free and easy side at this time, and said with a smile: "The emperor died on the 9th day, and the princes died on the 7th day.

The death of the emperor and the princes made the general public sad for less than 10 days. In this way, some people couldn't help but be punished for drinking and eating meat, not to mention that the ancestor Chunshui has been dead for 20 years.

Everyone uses his reasons to be happy and happy to promote the local tourism economy, and escape the cruel reality due to the excessive tension in the war.

For him, it is also a kind of blessing in the underworld, right?

Besides, don’t you see that the lanterns hanging on the street are all white and black? That is, funerals, and it’s just a matter of reason.”

After being taught a lesson by Lu Zhi's Qu Bingheng, he was speechless. Zhang Jiao knew that his mind was slightly abnormal and nodded and stopped talking.

After finding some food on the street to fill his stomach, he used the excuse of rushing to the zero area to rush to the ground, although he relied on the magic weapon to store food and live well, but he did not dare to enter the state of meditation and practice easily due to safety issues.

Now that I have entered the safe area, I naturally have to condense my soul on the first night so that I can not waste my practice, so I returned to the homestay early.

After being alone in a room, I turned off the lights to death. I climbed onto the bed and entered meditation.

But when it was late at night, when the entire Chunshui City entered a short rest after the noisy, Zhang Jiao suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed in the dark like lightning, and then the light slowly disappeared.

He saw that it was already past 4 a.m., and he got up and got out of bed expressionlessly. With a change of thought, he teleported back to his mausoleum room.

Xia Zong civilization emphasizes the view that death is like life.

And no one in this world wants to be guarded by others while they are sleeping.

Therefore, no matter how prominent the monarch and prince were in his lifetime, after his death, later people would not place guards where the coffin was placed to avoid disturbing the dead.

Therefore, the turret room, which was filled with people during the day, was empty and silent at this time.

Only the dome is set up by the ceiling lights according to the sun, moon and stars, and the light is faint white light in response to the situation.

After Zhang Jiao appeared, his feet flew in the air to the giant sarcophagus coffin, looking at the crystal clear bodies of Riwan people under his feet, his expression flashed and pondered for a long time.

Finally, he made up some determination and reached out to strike out a soft force in the air, squeezing into the crystal shell wrapped in the dead body of Himaru.

Although he has not used military power for a long time, he has reached the realm of perfection in the supreme auxiliary kung fu "The Legend of Yin and Yang, Hard and Soft" that he has mastered the supreme auxiliary kung fu. His grasp of qi, blood, soul and power without retreating, but advancing, and has reached the realm of transformation.

Feeling the damage of the Qi power on the crystal molecular level, and continuously increasing the pressure bit by bit, the shell began to dust and slowly shatter from the bottom.
Chapter completed!