Song Yanqing was a little funny: "Then I'll just look at buying a few gifts."
Qiao Jin sincerely said: "They will like whatever you buy."
With Song Yanqing's identity, he will not be humble, and the Mu family cannot hate Song Yanqing.
That being said, Song Yanqing winked at A Yi, who understood it.
Miss Qiao did not provide information, so it became very easy for Ah Elder to go out to inquire in the mall.
For them, it is not difficult to do these things. The young master and Miss Qiao went to handle the matter, and he happened to help the young master choose the gift.
The car parked downstairs of Meng Chengyu's community.
It is daylight now, and there are not many people nearby at the bottom of the building. The car is not conspicuous when parked nearby. It is when Song Yanqing and Qiao Jin got off the car, which attracted a lot of attention.
They were used to this kind of gaze and walked towards Meng Chengyu's home in the community.
Although Meng Chengyu did not give the key, it was too easy for Qiao Jin to enter the doorstep.
As soon as they entered, they saw the square sarcophagus placed in the living room.
The coffin board was lifted, which means that the sarcophagus was now opened.
Just take two steps forward and you can see the woman lying inside the sarcophagus.
This scene really challenges people's limits, and it is the right choice to not come back from Meng Chengyu and Yang Qiulu.
Song Yanqing was a little puzzled: "Why put her here? If you need a safe and hidden place, I can provide it."
"Yang Qiulu and Meng Chengyu are both holders of the formation point. I put it to see if she will have any conflicting reactions with them. When Meng Chengyu saw Yang Qiulu, his heart beat very fast, which almost caused Yang Qiulu to wake up directly."
Song Yanqing nodded to show his understanding, and walked over with Qiao Jin.
This stunning woman was still lying in the sarcophagus, wearing a black tassel crown and a big red robe, but it didn't look like a wedding dress.
4,000 years ago, human civilization had just developed, so it shouldn't be such a dress.
But Qiao Jin himself existed thousands of years ago, so he naturally knew that some things were just reburied over time.
When Song Yanqing saw the woman in front of him, his dark pupils suddenly sank.
A picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
They were thousands of people kneeling down and worshiping. In the empty yellow sand land, the wind blew up thousands of miles of yellow sand. They all knelt down on the ground, with a solemn and solemn expression.
"High Priest!"
"High Priest!"
"Take my life and my blood to the heavens! I hope the high priest will recover a thousand years later and revive Qian Cang!"
"Take my life and my blood to the heavens! I hope the high priest will recover a thousand years later and revive Qian Cang!"
...
It is vast, serious, and even sad.
A person, including men and women, even old and young, kneels on the ground, prays for the heavens, and then cuts his neck with a knife.
The bright red blood, like the most gorgeous and hot rose, blooms on the yellow sand.
The yellow sand in the sky cried like the shrill cry of a ghost, instantly swept across the entire earth, and the wind swept the yellow sand, instantly covering all the shadows.
All of this was buried under the yellow sand.
In just two seconds, Song Yanqing frowned slightly and murmured: "High Priest?"
Is this the past he saw?
Qiao Jin looked at him instantly: "What did you see?"
Chapter completed!