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Of course, Xuehu never thought that Yang Zimei would travel through the time tunnel and go back to the girl who saved him more than a thousand years ago. She just thought that the later Yang Zimei was the reincarnation of the girl who saved him before.
And Yang Zimei didn't expect that he saved Xuehu more than a thousand years ago, so the two became attached and guarded for life.
In this world, there is no inexplicable effect, there is a cause before the effect.
Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian kept walking, walked out of this small town, and continued heading north.
Along the way, there was still chaos, wailing was everywhere, and the people were in dire straits, which made her very sad to see.
However, she also kept Long Zhutian's warning in mind, and did not take any action to change the fate of the people inside, but just watched as a bystander.
This kind of bystander made her feel even more uncomfortable.
She once wanted to save a child who was being chased by a vulture, but was stopped by Long Zhutian.
Everyone has their own life, she saved that child, maybe that child will change history in the future.
For them from the future, the biggest fear is that history will be changed.
"Zhutian, isn't this the place of Zhouxi ancient tomb?"
Yang Zimei cried out in amazement when he saw the mountains in front of him that kept the original forest state and the lush trees.
Long Zhutian had also read the map of the Zhouxi ancient tomb many times, and was very familiar with the relevant geography and landforms.
This is indeed the place where the Zhouxi ancient tomb is located.
Yang Zimei opened her eyes.
I saw that in the place of the ancient tomb, there was a strong auspicious energy, like a strong long dragon rushing up and down, with an attitude of swallowing a long river.
It is really a unique dragon's lair.
"Let's see last time!"
Yang Zimei pulled Long Zhutian, and the two began to go up the mountain.
Because the trees are too lush and the jungle is overgrown, going up the mountain is not as easy as before.
However, this can't stop their footsteps, it's just a little slower.
Because there are few people and overgrown vegetation, they are all in the state of primeval forests. This is the first time Yang Zimei has seen so many animals.
Tigers, lions, leopards, pythons and other wild animals of all sizes, birds and poultry, all of them are active on this mountain, which is very lively.
The two were highly skilled and bold, and these beasts were not taken seriously at all.
The two walked for about two hours before arriving at the place where the ancient tomb was.
Because it is already a place where the air is thin on the top of the mountain, except for grass and some short shrubs, there are no other tall trees around.
Yang Zimei opened her eyes and looked around carefully, but she didn't find any traces of ancient tombs.
The two of them dug for a long time in the robbery hole they entered that day, but there was no trace at all.
The soil and gravel conditions below are completely undeveloped.
"Zhutian, you said that the formation of the ancient tomb is because we can't recall it, we have been living here, and then died, and we were buried here?"
Yang Zimei threw down the Yanyue knife, sat aside, and asked a little hesitantly.
"It's also possible."
Long Zhutian looked around, "If I really die, I'd still like to be buried here."
"There has never been a record of us in the history books of the Dashun Dynasty, right?"
Because of the relationship between antiques, Yang Zimei is quite familiar with history, but she didn't seriously study unofficial history.
Moreover, the history of the Dashun Dynasty was very short, so short that there were very few historical records left.
Did the two of them participate in history when they came here
Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian were suddenly at a loss that they had never felt before.
"Let's go back. There are wars and horses everywhere here, and it makes people feel uncomfortable." Yang Zimei took out the black box and fiddled with it while talking, hoping to return to modern times as soon as possible.
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