Changdong stopped the car and ordered Ye Liuxi and Fei Tang: "You get off the car."

Fei Tang didn't understand why, so he opened the door and jumped down. Ye Liuxi asked Changdong: "Can you do it?"

"OK."

“Have the seat belt tied up?”

Chang Dong smiled: "Don't worry, it's okay."

Ye Liuxi said: "If it's really okay, I won't get out of the car."

She opened the door and got out of the car, took two steps back, and waved to the car.

Changdong looked around the terrain and slowly tightened his seat belt a little longer: I haven't been a player for a long time, and I'm a little bit ill.

Ding Liu saw Ye Liuxi and the others get off the car behind, and thought he had arrived at the place again. He was about to stop Gaoshen, but suddenly he saw Changdong's car accelerate instantly and gallop away. He drifted and swept across the ground very close to a dirt platform. The sand and soil behind the butt rolled like thick smoke. A large fan swept out of the body of the car, and it collided heavily.

Ding Liu thought it was a car accident, so he screamed out. Gao Shen glanced at her and said, "It's okay, his car was modified, probably it was deliberately hit like this."

Sure enough, in the dust, she saw Changdong pushing the car door open and sweeping away the dust in front of her with her hands.

Ding Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and after passing by, he looked at Gao Shen squintly: "Then can you play like this?"

Gao Shen said: "Little Liu'er, this is one line that goes all the way, and people can't do everything..."

Ding Liu sneered: "That's not possible."

The sandstorm settled and the sand platform collapsed halfway. It might be because of the angle of the collision. Most of the shadow puppet coffin slipped out.

It was still a brick-style painting in the Han Dynasty, but this time, the painting was not about wearing shackles and entering the pass.

On the coffin, there was a clear palace building, a man dressed in an emperor covered his face and cried. Two faint palace lanterns were lonely and thin. A woman in the palace dress was also lowering her head to wipe her tears through the curtain that was pulled up on one side.

Ye Liuxila Fei Tang came over: "What is this painting?"

Fei Tang couldn't say: "This... a man and a woman are crying. This man should be the emperor. Is this... a crime to the concubine?"

If it weren't for that curtain, it would still be like that.

Chang Dong shook his head: "No, this is Emperor Wu of Han, who is summoning his soul to Mrs. Li."

Shadow puppet originated here, and even those who know a little about shadow puppet know this story.

Changdong signaled the coffin face: "After Emperor Wu of Han's favorite concubine, Mrs. Li, died, he was depressed. A warlock attracted Mrs. Li's soul, but he clearly could only meet through the curtain. This picture is about this."

As he said that, he approached the coffin: "There are still words here."

Six characters, ancient style, Fei Tang recognized this shape: "This is small seal script, which was used in the early Han Dynasty, this is..."

The first word is like a flow of water, and the second and fourth words are not recognized.

He can only recognize the third, fifth and sixth characters because they are almost the same as the modern font writing.
Chapter completed!