Regarding unofficial history, Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian have the same attitude, and they only regard it as a joke or topic, and never take it seriously. Because since they are labeled as unofficial history, they are largely some folk rumors and myths, which are attractive, but not highly credible.

However, it is not ruled out that some unofficial history are authentic, but relatively few. The Feixian Tomb in front of me is a record in unofficial history. According to Zhang Xian, I didn’t expect it to exist.

"If the owner of this Feixian Tomb is not a human, what is that?" Zuo Xiong asked.

"Actually, I should have thought of it long ago. Maybe the owner of this Feixian Tomb is the Moult, or the close relative of the Moult, the pseudo-Moult, whom we are looking for." Zhang Xian said.

"Then what happened to these eight beauties?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

"The Eight Beauties are indeed Chinese, and they are first-class beauty, but they have sacrificed their lives to pursue immortality and eternal beauty. You should know that some people have had extremely beautiful faces since childhood and grew up with the praise of everyone. Then, they will be very afraid of what to do if they lose their face one day, so their mentality gradually began to distort. In order to pursue eternal beauty, they sacrificed their lives."

"In fact, a long time ago, some people said that these pseudo-Moults lived with ordinary people, and some became national teachers of a country to help the emperor protect the good weather in the country."

Zhang Xian said the unofficial history content he had heard, which was indeed quite consistent with what they had seen so far. It seems that this unofficial history is well-founded.

"Then the owner of this tomb is the king of the pseudo-Moults? But why did he pursue immortality? Their lifespan should be different from that of humans, right?" Zuo Xiong asked several questions in a row, which were also what Zhang Jiayong wanted to ask.

"I'm not very clear about this. But I guess, maybe it's not for the sake of immortality, but to follow the footsteps of their master clan!" Zhang Xian said.

The pseudo-Moults in Devil Mountain that Zhang Xian once saw can be said to be a branch or survivor of the real Moults.

The real Moults disappeared in unknown times. Those future people also told Zhang Jiayong that even if they use the time and space shuttle technology, they cannot find the period of Moults' existence and disappearance. Only some traces prove that they do exist.

"Also, I have talked to their king. They do have the idea of ​​finding the master tribe, and said that some ancestors have done this before, but I don't know if it has been successful. It seems that this Feixian Tomb is the ancestor in the mouth of that king." Zhang Xian continued.

"Then what's special about this Feixian Tomb?" Zhang Jiayong asked. Now, it can be basically confirmed that the unofficial history circulated among the people is true. The Feixian Tomb really exists. The eight beauties' pursuing immortality is also well-founded. Now we need to study the characteristics of this Feixian Tomb.

If you compare it with a normal tomb, there is no big problem, just there are a little more tombs, there are forty-nine, and then there is a strange gossip pattern.

"Xian, we have never found the main coffin. So, can this main coffin be teleported away through this gossip pattern?" Zhang Jiayong said with a brainstorm.

Zhang Xian squatted down and carefully studied the eighth.

The hexagram pattern comes, but he is also an amateur, not a professional sorcerer, and does not understand this knowledge.

"Is this just a teleportation array? After all, some science fiction novels have such scenes." Zuo Xiong said tentatively.

Although Zuo Xiong's words are a bit exaggerated, there is really a possibility. After all, in this era, more and more things that cannot be explained by science have occurred. Zhang Jiayong once once doubted whether there is really an age of mythology. For some reason, the age of mythology has collapsed and turned into an era of science and technology. Now, will he face another stage of transformation, and the era of science and technology will become an era of mythology?

Zhang Jiayong thought about it carefully and was scared by his own thoughts, but maybe this is true...

"Then do you think this is a space teleportation array or a time teleportation array?" Zhang Xian asked.

"It should be... the time teleportation array. The Moults are originally a special race. The real Moults can freely teleport time and space, and come to different historical stages. These pseudo-Moults also have some such attributes, so they should be better at building the time teleportation array. The owner of the Feixian Tomb may travel to the past to find the real Moults." Zuo Xiong analyzed based on his own research on the Moults.

Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian agreed with Zuo Xiong's words. They immediately decided to take all the gossip pictures and go back and analyze them carefully.

However, when they were taking the gossip picture, Zhang Jiayong saw one of the beautiful skeletons moving in a trance. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Could it be that he was fascinated?

But just now, Zhang Jiayong found Zuo Xiong beside him for a moment, and Zhang Xian frowned slightly.

"You guys feel it too?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

Zhang Xian nodded, and Zuo Xiong said, "You also saw this skeleton move?"

"The photos are almost done, we're about to leave here, it's really weird." Zhang Jiayong suggested.

Then, the three of them quickly packed up and walked towards the exit. However, they found that they seemed to be lost!

"The ghost has hit the wall, why haven't we reached the exit yet? This..." Zuo Xiong said carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing the ghost.

Zhang Jiayong took a metal rod from Zuo Xiong, knocked out a few pieces of soil, placed it as a mark, and carved some patterns on the ground as marks, and then continued to walk towards the exit.

However, half an hour later, they found that they were back in place!

"Can't this be it these eight beauties skeletons who are causing trouble, right?" Zuo Xiong looked at the eight skeletons sitting on the gossip map, couldn't help swallowing, and his body shrank between Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian.

"Give me the metal rod, I'll go and see the situation." Zhang Xian said, and then took the metal rod from Zuo Xiong.

"Be careful." Zhang Jiayong nodded and reminded Zhang Xian to pay attention to his own safety.

Zhang Xian used a metal rod to pick the palm of one of the skeletons, but nothing unexpected happened. He then poked the back spine of the skeleton, but nothing happened.

Just as Zhang Xian turned around and spread his hands helplessly to Zhang Jiayong and said that he had not noticed anything, a palpitation surged into Zhang Xian's heart, and then Zhang Xian suddenly ran to where Zhang Jiayong and others were.

The direction is away from the skeleton.

Looking at what happened behind Zhang Xian, Zuo Xiong felt like he was pinched on his neck, and he couldn't breathe or swallow it. He pointed at the front and couldn't speak.

Zhang Jiayong also widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, but it seemed that he was really a ghost, because the eight beautiful skeletons were all moving!

There was a crackling sound of joint friction, and eight beautiful skeletons stood up from the ground, swaying their heads left and right. In the hollow eye sockets, they seemed to have a curious look, looking at Zhang Jiayong and the other two in front of them.

"Oh my God, it's haunted!" Finally, Zuo Xiong still screamed.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t sound, something big happened when it sounds! The eight beautiful skulls on the opposite side were actually shocked by Zuo Xiong’s pig screams!

The eight beautiful skulls were so scared that their bones shook, and then shrank back. One of the skulls was still biting their upper and lower teeth.

"It seems to be talking?" Zhang Jiayong said with his head tilted to Zhang Xian's ear.

"What are you?" Zhang Xian felt that it seemed to be so, so he asked.

"Gagahahaha..." The eight skeletons spoke in a very enthusiastic response, but unfortunately, only the sound of the upper and lower teeth constantly knocking out.

The beautiful skulls raised their hands and looked at them, touched their skulls again, and suddenly started to scream again.

"Look at them, it seems they are sad now?" Zhang Jiayong said again.

"Can they really live forever? But they are not old and their faces are decayed after all." Zhang Xian speculated.

"No, is it? Immortality? This is only found in mythological stories. I have never seen an immortal person." Zhang Jiayong shook his head, not agreeing. How many geniuses in the world pursue immortality, but they all ended in failure. No one in the world should be able to live forever.

"That might be possible. Some things cannot be explained scientifically. I think it is really possible to be immortal." Zuo Xiong supported Zhang Xian's inference.

However, what should we do now? Faced with these eight resurrected beautiful skeletons, should Zhang Jiayong and the others leave now? Or should we investigate again?

"Can you talk?" Zhang Jiayong asked again.

"Gaga, ghaga..." The eight beautiful skeletons were obviously a little anxious and tried hard to make a sound, but there was still only the sound of teeth knocking.

Suddenly, one of the beautiful skeletons squatted down and then portrayed it on the ground with bare finger bones.

Zhang Jiayong instantly understood that it was writing!

"Who are you? Why are you here? What exactly happened?" After the skeleton was finished writing, Zhang Jiayong thought it out. Although it was traditional Chinese, most of them were similar to simplified Chinese. You can guess the words connected to the upper and lower words. After hearing this, the skeleton opposite nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Jiayong was depressed and thought to himself: I would like to ask who you are, what are you doing here, what happened in this Feixian Tomb. Instead, you asked us...

"What kind of dynasty are you from?" Zhang Jiayong continued to ask.
Chapter completed!