Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Shirley Yang looks like the person under the corpse amorphophallus?

After coming in, the tense Lao Hu and Shirley Yang were stunned by Chang Zhengyang's sudden action.

Lao Hu pointed the flashlight at the man's face and found that half of his face was covered with a mask, with an exposed chin and smooth and delicate skin.

"Is this man dead or alive?"

Old Hu was so scared that his hands shook and he almost dropped the flashlight.

"What do I look like? What are you two talking about?"

Shirley Yang walked over and took a look at the figure under the corpse amorphophallus and was also shocked.

Old Hu didn't dare to say that Shirley Yang looked like a dead person lying there, he just laughed it off.

"Nothing, we are discussing whether this person is dead or alive. Could this thing be the legendary Kunlun sacred tree? Boss, you just left such a precious thing here?"

"A coffin for the dead. What do I need it for?"

Chang Zhengyang waved his hand in disdain, and then said to Lao Hu and the others: "Stay on this stone platform and don't run around. I'll go down and get the spine of an ancient snake."

Without waiting for Lao Hu and the others to respond, Chang Zhengyang swung his arms and jumped directly off the stone platform.

Shirley Yang was startled when she saw this, and quickly rushed to the edge of the stone platform and shone her flashlight downwards.

This photo made her feel dizzy and she took several steps back before she came to her senses.

"How deep is this? Professor just jumped in like that?"

Lao Hu swept the flashlight around and saw darkness at the end of the light column, as if an endless hell was pulling him.

"The boss has always been unpredictable. Sometimes I even doubt whether he is still human."

Old Hu sighed for a moment, comforted Shirley Yang, and then turned his attention back to the Queen of Jingjue under the corpse-scented konjac.

At this moment, Chang Zhengyang's words just now emerged in his mind, and his gaze towards the Queen of Jingjue became increasingly strange, and from time to time he glanced back and forth between Shirley Yang and the Queen of Jingjue.

"Old Hu, what are you looking at? By the way, were you and the professor talking about me just now? You said I look like..."

Shirley Yang followed Lao Hu's wandering gaze and saw the chin of the Queen of Jingjue. She suddenly understood what they had just said.

"You don't think I look like this queen, do you? How ridiculous! How could I look like someone who lived more than 2,000 years ago..."

Lao Hu couldn't help but retort, "That's not necessarily true. The boss has a sharp eye. If he says it looks like it, then it must look like it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Hu wanted to slap himself in the face because Shirley Yang was looking at him with an unfriendly look at this moment.

So he immediately changed his words and said, "Of course, the boss is not a god. He was just making a joke to ease the atmosphere."

Shirley Yang rolled her eyes at this duplicity man.

However, her curiosity was aroused by Lao Hu's interruption.

"How about we take off that mask and see?"

"That's not good. He's lying there peacefully..."

As Lao Hu spoke, he took out a candle from his backpack. When he found the exit, placed the candle there and lit it, he looked up and saw Shirley Yang's contemptuous eyes.

"Family-inherited craft, family-inherited craft..."

"Okay, I know the rules of Mojing Captain, let's get started!"

After Shirley Yang finished speaking, she tiptoed to the Queen of Jingjue. She subconsciously held her breath and slowly reached for the mask on the Queen's face.

The cold touch told her that all this was real. Shirley Yang took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and made up her mind to take off the mask on the queen's face.

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

There was disbelief in Lao Hu's voice. Shirley Yang quickly opened her eyes and saw a very familiar face.

"Hey, am I looking in the mirror?"

Shirley Yang's eyes were dull for a moment, but then she realized something. Their scalps tingled and they took several steps back in horror.

Bang!

The mask fell to the ground with a crisp sound, reminding the two stunned people that this was not a dream.

"There are only two people in the world who look so alike. Shirley, tell me the truth, do you have a twin sister?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is just a coincidence. Studies have shown that a certain percentage of people in this world look very similar. As long as the base number is large enough, there will definitely be such examples."

Shirley Yang had regained her sanity. She walked up to the Queen of Jingjue and looked at her carefully. She soon discovered that there were some subtle differences between her and her appearance.

Not only her, Lao Hu also observed it. As a third party, Lao Hu saw it more clearly. Compared with Shirley Yang, the appearance of the Queen of Jingjue was more delicate. The biggest difference between the two was that the Queen of Jingjue had a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, while Shirley Yang did not.

"What are you looking at? Do you think she is prettier than me?"

"Indeed, she is more beautiful than you. Ahem, my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Lao Hu changed his words in time and avoided a human tragedy.

boom!

A figure soared into the sky and landed on the stone platform with a thud, startling the two people who were flirting.

"Who?"

"I!"

Chang Zhengyang walked over holding a thick spine, noticed the mask on the ground, and realized what had happened.

"You took off her mask?"

"Look for yourself, Boss!"

Lao Hu put away his gun and stepped aside. Chang Zhengyang came over and glanced at the face of the Queen of Jingjue. He nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, they look alike. Your genes should come from the same source."

Upon hearing this, Shirley Yang said thoughtfully, "Professor, you mean that the Queen of Jingjue is actually my ancestor?"

"It should be, Nuo. This is the spine of the ancient snake. Hold it and let go of your thoughts. See if you can communicate with the ancient snake and express to it that you are willing to become its dependent and to worship it for generations, just like her?"

Chang Zhengyang pointed at the Queen of Science lying there. Shirley Yang glanced at the Queen of Jingjue, hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes fell on the ancient snake's spine.

This is a bone as thick as a thigh, and under the flashlight, it glows like jade.

"With such a thick spine, how big could the ancient snake be? It's so heavy!"

Shirley Yang reached out to take the ancient snake's spine, but just as she took it, she almost dropped it. In the end, she held it in her arms with both hands to prevent the piece of ancient snake's spine from falling to the ground.

"This piece must weigh more than 100 kilograms, right? It's incredible!"

Old Hu walked over and weighed the spine, which was only about 60 centimeters long. After estimating its approximate weight, he was immediately shocked.

"give it to me!"

Shirley Yang reached out and held the ancient snake spine in her arms, while Lao Hu took out a bunch of things from his backpack.

The cushion, the incense burner, and the calming incense for entering into meditation.

After everything was ready, Shirley Yang sat on the futon, her mind entering the boundless void in the ethereal fragrance.