#1007 Tomb Discovery (1)

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"Look at your tone, as if you've seen that kind of mirror. I don't believe that there is a mirror that can find people's souls in this world. I'm an atheist, and I don't believe that ghosts exist after people die!"

The woman in black said with disdain.

Yang Zimei smiled.

She didn't see the point in arguing with an atheist that there are souls in this world.

Everyone has their own beliefs, and she can't impose her own thoughts and what she sees and thinks on others.

However, she wanted to take a picture of the soul of this black-clothed woman, after all, her celestial eyes couldn't see her information.

She took out the mirror from the storage ring that could see her soul.

The black-clothed woman stared at her in a stunned manner, as if she was conjuring up a trick. Suddenly there was a mirror in her hand, and if she looked more closely, the mirror was actually similar to the one in the portrait.

"Didn't you take the mirror of King Qin's bones, or the mirror on this portrait?"

The woman in black asked suspiciously.

Yang Zimei didn't answer, but held the mirror to look at the woman in black.

The woman in black dodged, dodged away, and shouted, covering her face, "What are you doing? Don't look at me!"

"Che, I thought you were a good person who was not afraid of the sky, but it turned out that you were even afraid to look in the mirror. It was a real joke."

Yang Zimei is excited.

"I don't like looking in mirrors, what's the matter? Besides, I don't know if your mirror is a bone mirror or not, and it will make me sick from excessive X-ray radiation. Please put it away quickly."

The woman in black argues.

Yang Zimei had no choice but to put the mirror away, but she was thinking about finding a chance to quietly look at her to see what her soul looked like.

Seeing that the mirror had disappeared from her hand again, the woman in black looked up and down Yang Zimei, but couldn't find a place to hide anything on her body.

"You can do magic? Where's the mirror?"

"This is the magician's secret, and naturally I can't tell you!"

Yang Zimei said mysteriously on purpose.

She is not stupid enough to tell others about her space storage ring.

"Don't tell, don't tell, stingy!"

The woman in black snorted coldly, as if venting, raised her foot and kicked the portrait, her movements were extremely rude and violent, making Yang Zimei's eyelids jump.

Just as she was about to scold her, she saw that the portrait suddenly split into two slits, and then gradually spread to both sides...

"I wiped, I was kicked into the trap again!"

The black-clothed woman shouted with joy, hooked her head and looked into the crack.

Yang Zimei also leaned over to see!

I saw a stone table inside. There were two people sitting on both sides of the stone table, a man and a woman, who were sitting down and playing chess.

The men wore armor, and the women were wrapped in thin silk, with long hair hanging down on their faces, making it impossible to see their faces.

"Living figurines?"

The woman in black gave a low cry and jumped in first.

Yang Zimei immediately jumped in.

"I wipe, this man is the man in the portrait outside, this woman..."

The woman in black reached out and brushed the woman's long hair covering her face, then gasped, "Why do you look so much like you?"

Yang Zimei also saw it.

This woman is really like herself, but she looks like herself a few years later.

"It's not a living figurine, it's a wax figure! It made me happy!"

The woman in black touched it with her fingers, and said in frustration.

Yang Zimei also saw it clearly, these two are really wax figures.

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