The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Don't you want to know about the ancient tomb? Ask!" Mo Shang sat on the bed next door and looked directly at Luo Qifeng.

"Master Mo, do you know that tomb?" Luo Qifeng knew what he said today and would not let Han Yichen go out alone. Instead of sitting awkwardly with big eyes and small eyes, it was better to follow his words.

"Mo Shang!"

"Ah? So Mr. Mo, your name is Mo Shang! It sounds very nice!" Luo Qifeng smiled awkwardly.

"Don't call me Lord Mo, just call him by his first name!" Mo Shang's deep and hoarse voice sounded elegantly like a piano in the low register.

A faint smile and nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Yan'er said the same thing when they first met.

So no matter how many worlds she has experienced, she will always be her beloved little one.

"Mo Shang!" Luo Qifeng was not pretentious and changed his name directly, "Although Province S is not too developed, there are still many tombs. I have not revealed to Han Yichen where the tombs are located in the mountain. And we have to drive another distance tomorrow, how can you be sure which bucket we are going to fall into this time?"

Because there is nothing under the earth that I don’t know!

Mo Shang replied in his mind, but did not say it directly for fear of scaring him.

"It's very simple. The Luo family's test of whether you can inherit the position of the head of the family will definitely not be a small-sized tomb. And this large tomb in S Province has not been raided. What do you think the elders in your family will leave behind? Fatty fish for you?"

"Yes!" Luo Qifeng nodded, "But we can't be sure what kind of tomb we are in this time!"

"Sure! There are a lot of big fights in S Province, and they will always bring something out, otherwise the map in your hand will be gone." Mo Shang explained very carefully. If anyone else saw him like this, their jaws would be broken. To the jaws of shock.

After all, Mr. Mo has always treated everyone with a precious word, and he would never say more than two words.

It's a pity that Luo Qifeng didn't know about it, so he wasn't moved at all. Instead, he held his head and looked at the cold man in front of him as if he were reading a book.

"Two thousand years ago in S city, there was a small country called Nanrong. They migrated from the Miao territory and were very wealthy. This small country only existed for more than 100 years. At that time, there were wars everywhere. Small countries rose and fell, and they He also stayed in seclusion and had no contact with the outside world, so neither official history nor unofficial history recorded this period."

Speaking of this, Mo Shang glanced at Luo Qifeng, who was listening very seriously, resisted the urge to touch him, and continued in a softer voice, "Their royal tomb has been destroyed by the public in the past two years. Two were dug out, and one of them was the work of your Luo family. And I happened to have been to the other one, so I have a certain understanding of this major event in Nanrong."

"According to records, in the past 100 years, there was a major rebellion in Nanrong, but the hero was saddened by the beauty pass, and was finally poisoned by the agents sent by the royal family. But the corpse of the rebel prince and his men But they all disappeared within three days. After 7749, the Nanrong royal family all died suddenly overnight, so when they were buried, this important event was recorded in the murals of the tomb, and what you Luo family dug should be This is the imperial mausoleum of the last emperor of Nanrong."

"So cruel!?" Luo Qifeng's eyes widened in disbelief.