Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Yuyan originally thought that if they looked a bit similar, it would be fine. They were both Yao villages, so it was not surprising that there were similarities.

But after hearing what Yuncai said, Yuyan realized that she was wrong.

The buildings are not similar simply because of the same mountain terrain.

But the layout of the roads and fences is exactly the same as that of Banai.

At this time, Wu Xie's face looked a little bad.

Yuyan looked at Yuncai, who seemed a little scared. She patted her hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Wu Xie, pay attention to your emotions."

Wu Xie also realized his own mistake and apologized to Yun Cai.

After calming Yuncai down, Yuyan asked Yuncai if she could point out all the similarities.

It is a piece of cake in itself. The clouds start from the entrance of the village and go all the way to the end of the village.

From the decorative archway at the entrance of the village to the numerous bluestone roads, fences, and house arrangements, everything is extremely similar.

It can be said to be a one-to-one replica.

In theory, villages are formed naturally, and all villagers spontaneously coordinate to find the most suitable places for building houses and roads, thus forming the layout of roads and houses.

Even an ordinary person would find it strange to hear this.

Not to mention Wu Xie, who majored in architecture.

Yuyan didn't realize how deeply Wu Xie was thinking, she just felt something was strange.

The fat man came over and asked, "Tian Zhen, have you ever heard of this kind of thing before?"

But Wu Xie told him not to ask.

Why don’t you ask? The fat guy can’t sit still at all.

He turned around and asked Zhang Qiling, but Zhang Qiling just looked at the map and ignored him.

"Okay, you ignore me, Fatty!" He was about to leave angrily, but before leaving, he glanced at Yuyan.

Yuyan immediately understood that the fat man was going to take the stairs.

So he quickly said, "Okay, Fatty, come back and sit down. More people, more ideas."

The fat man hummed, "For my aunt's sake..."

Then he sat on the edge of the cloud again.

"There have been two similar architectural complexes in history." Wu Xie, who was poked by Yu Yan, frowned and explained, "But only Wang Zanghai did it. The Qujing City he designed is exactly the same as the Macau City."

"But that's a city. Cities can be planned, but villages can't necessarily be planned."

As Hei Xia Zi added this, he walked over from the door carrying a plate of watermelon.

"Open your mouth." When he walked to Yuyan's side, he took out a piece and fed it to Yuyan's mouth, then placed it between the few people.

"Don't be so serious, eat some melon first to relax your head."

The watermelon was icy and sweet, probably freshly frozen from the well outside.

Yuyan squinted her eyes happily, it was delicious!

Seeing Yuyan's expression, Hei Xiazi was also happy and handed another piece of watermelon to the person.

While eating, several people continued to discuss.

Agui was a little evasive and said, "There's a legend in our village that our village wasn't originally located there, but in Yangjiao Mountain. Maybe, as the fat boss said, this is our ancient village. The village wasn't burned down, but flooded. Then our ancestors went to a similar place outside and built another village in the same style as the original one."

This statement obviously did not convince Wu Xie. He shook his head and said, "Unless your ancestors were very knowledgeable in geomancy, it would be difficult to achieve this level of imitation even if they intended to."

I have to say that Yuncai is really a little girl who is very proud of her own nation.

Hearing this, he immediately pouted and retorted: "Boss, why do you look down on the Yao people? Maybe there really is such a person!"

Without Wu Xie's reply, Yu Yan shook her head and said, "That's terrifying."

Moreover, the Yao people are not very particular about architectural planning. There is no need to make the village the same as before, and the layout of the village has no special meaning.

"Wu Xie, what do you think?"

The fat man looked for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to turn around and ask the top student for help.

"You must have some ideas."

It is speculated that there is, but it is useless even if it exists.

There is no legend about this underwater village, it is really weird.

Take Agui for example. He has memories of several generations, but knows nothing about what is at the bottom of the lake, which means that this copy-and-paste behavior happened even longer ago.

However, judging from the signs in the Zhang family building at the bottom of the lake, the jade mine was not mined too late, and the backflow of lake water should have occurred after the jade mine was mined.

Arranged in chronological order, copying and pasting should be done first, followed by jade mining, and finally lake water backflow.

Yuyan lowered her head and thought, could it be that the miners had specially built an identical village?

But why would that be necessary?

After having built such a large Han building in such a high-profile manner, why do they still have to pretend to be low-key and build a one-to-one replica of an ancient village to cover up their actions?

Isn't that just sick?

But after discussing it with Wu Xie, he found that their ideas coincided with each other.

If this is really a trick, then the story behind it must be bloody and terrifying.

The people in the original village would inevitably be slaughtered, and then the murderers would wash off the blood, disguise themselves as villagers, and live in the fake village.

If so many things happen in one place, there must be something hidden in these mountains, rivers and streams.

Just when I was about to give up thinking and give my brain cells a break, the fat guy next to me discovered something new.

Rubbing her temples, Yuyan forced herself to stay awake and move closer.

Looking at the floor plan with some places blackened by the fat man with a pen, it turned into the shape of a unicorn under the sunlight!

"It's getting more and more fun." Hei Xiazi smiled and stretched.

Yuyan and Wu Xie only thought about it for a while and immediately came up with the same idea.

The two looked at each other, one holding the map and the other pulling the person, and then they went into the room.

Zhang Qiling was pulled into the room and before he knew what was going on, Yuyan started to strip his clothes off.

"What's wrong?" Although he was puzzled, Zhang Qiling still cooperated and raised his hands to make it easier for Yuyan to take off her clothes.

Wu Xie held the floor plan and kept explaining this and that, but Zhang Qiling was obviously still a little confused.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand, he will know soon.

Thinking of this, Yuyan did not continue to explain, but turned and went into the bathroom.

Wu Xie also remembered that the tattoo on Zhang Qiling's body was usually invisible, so he asked what was going on.

"This tattoo is made with the juice of a thorny plant. It is usually transparent, but turns black when the body temperature exceeds a certain temperature."

As Yuyan spoke, she brought in warm water and gently pressed a wet towel on Zhang Qiling's shoulders.

Feeling that his men seemed to shudder, Yuyan felt a little worried.

I heard that men and women adapt to different temperatures, and they can't feel the right temperature by themselves. Will Zhang Qiling feel hot?

Thinking about it, Yuyan asked, "What's wrong? Is the temperature a little high? Did you get burned?"

Zhang Qiling's throat tightened and he whispered, "It's okay."