The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

When people arrive at the secondary tomb chamber, they find that it is also an airtight stone house.

The ground under your feet is hard granite, and the walls around you are made of uneven rocks.

The total area is about 100 square meters, which is two times larger than the hot spring room. There is no unnecessary complicated or fancy decoration in the whole house.

Only in the central area, there are four large bronze mirrors with carved agarwood frames, each two people high and one and a half people wide, placed in order like a screen.

A piece of white talisman paper with red patterns was pasted on the top of each bronze mirror, and underneath it was a Tai Chi Bagua mirror with a portrait of the ancestor of the "Monster Catcher" printed on it.

Sealed here are the other four who were Du Su's trusted generals back then.

Under the guidance of Bian Fei, Shi Rong approached the first bronze mirror on the left, raised his wet little head, stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time.

Finally, she discovered a cruel fact: she was not tall enough to see clearly...

Bian Fei noticed her embarrassment and was about to move the ladder that Bo Fan was still using when she saw Huo Jiuzhou walking towards her.

He held Shi Rong's slender waist with both hands, lifted her up easily, and put her on his shoulders, letting Shi Rong's soft little butt sit on his broad shoulders.

Shi Rong was startled, and when he came to his senses, he felt that this posture was very impolite.

What's more, how could she sit on the shoulders of the invaluable Huo Jiuzhou?

So he muttered quietly.

"Um...isn't this bad?"

The man shook his head nonchalantly, raised his hands, held her waist and leaned in.

"fine."

Ok.

The little woman knew she couldn't persuade him, so she didn't say much. With the help of Huo Jiuzhou, Shi Rong put her eyes full of charm and went to the Bagua mirror to take a closer look.

Sure enough, there was a long crack on the mirror next to the talisman.

"Take a picture and show it to me."

Xie Yixiu took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Shi Rong. The latter took it, turned on the camera on the screen, took a clear picture of the crack, and returned it to him.

Xie Yixiu stared at the photo for a few seconds and immediately had a suitable idea. He ordered Bian Fei to take out his jade tripod and waved his bare hands to create a silver-white snow mountain cicada.

He lit a fire with two fingers, folded it into the cauldron and refined it into powder. He then added a small bottle of fresh flower juice and mixed it until it became viscous, then handed it to Shi Rong.

"Apply it evenly to the cracks. It will temporarily restore the seal's power, at least until you get out."

Shi Rong was stunned, stretched out a smooth little hand and pointed at himself.

"I apply it? Is that okay?"

She doesn't understand these things. What if she doesn't apply it properly and the old monster suddenly runs out from inside and causes trouble everywhere?

Xie Yixiu smiled calmly.

"Did Sister Rong think at that time that it would be okay for Mr. Huo to carry me?"

I don’t know which word in Xie Yixiu’s words made Shi Rong laugh.

In short, when the image of two grown men getting together and being intimate automatically emerged in her mind, she immediately let out a series of clear and pleasant laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

After laughing, Shi Rong took the jade tripod from Xie Yixiu's palm, picked up a small light blue jade pestle inside, dipped it in the mucus, and evenly applied it to the cracks of the Bagua mirror.

After applying it, he took a photo of Xie Yixiu. Only after seeing him nod to indicate that it was okay did he get off Huo Jiuzhou.

2:30 am.

Xie Yixiu knew that he had wasted too much time tonight and could not delay any longer, so he immediately urged Shi Rong to blow dry her hair, change clothes and put on makeup.

Shi Rong followed his words and entered the temporary dressing room inside the secondary tomb chamber. It was only a small 15-square-meter room with four new, high-end, simple women's Hanfu costumes hanging inside.

This is the clothes she will need to wear when she enters the country and is responsible for killing the big monster. The styles are almost the same, but the colors are different.

Shi Rong put on the first piece of clothing in order, sat in front of the makeup mirror with an ebony frame, and glanced sideways at Miao Man who had changed her clothes in advance.

A purple-gray straight-hem, wide-sleeved dress, similar to the elegant and slim-fitting fairy dress of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, covered Miao Man's tall and slender body.

The front is crossed diagonally, and the design of the dress is round shoulder V-neck, with a white hem bottom shirt inside.

She had neat, ear-length hair with a set of extensions, and a loose, ring-shaped bun on top of her head. She didn't wear any jewelry.

Only on the side of her head, she had braided a neat and playful eight-strand braid with strips of cloth of the same color as her clothes. Her face was made up with a matching ancient style long eyebrow makeup and orange-red lip gloss.

There were a few strands of black hair on her forehead that accidentally fell down. Unlike her previous capable and worldly appearance, she had the feeling of a lady from a noble family with a charming smile.

"It's pretty, like a beautiful lady."

Miao Man chuckled, and her face turned red when she was praised.

"Young Master will definitely look better in this costume!"

Shi Rong also smiled, picked up the brand hand cream on the table, and quietly applied some. He waited for Miao Man to help Shi Rong dry his hair before taking any further action.

"Let me do it."

Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang, who had changed their clothes and suddenly appeared at the door, were startled.

Miao Man nodded and greeted the two men respectfully, wondering, do they walk without making any sound?

She handed the jade comb in her palm to Huo Jiuzhou with both hands. Seeing him take it, perhaps knowing that there was not enough time, she did not say a word.

She started methodically, gently combing Shi Rong's hair, which was now glowing with a faint reddish luster.

His long, bony fingers lifted up a few strands of Shi Rong's soft black hair, twisted them, pulled them, and turned them, then pinned them with the small black hairpin handed to him by Miao Man.

She had done a bun with flowing clouds and flying flowers that matched her Hanfu very well.

Then choose a thin wig piece, connect it to the bottom of the bun, use special clips to fix it, and then smooth it out.

After making sure that Shi Ying would not feel uncomfortable wearing it, he turned to tidy up her bangs.

Miao Man originally thought that it was outrageous that a man could have an ancient hairstyle and look better than hers.

Looking up, he saw that while Huo Jiuzhou was helping Shi Rong with her hair, Shi Yang was also picking up the cosmetics on the table and choosing the ones according to the style of Hanfu Shi Rong was wearing and the hairstyle Huo Jiuzhou was about to style.

She put on a cool, fox-like ginkgo makeup that was just the right shade for Shi Rong.

Whether it is the long and narrow eyebrows, the daily earth-toned eyeshadow, the inner eyeliner at the corner of the eye, or the distinct eyelashes, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the icing on the cake and unique.

Shi Yang even applied the maple leaf-colored lip gloss on Shi Rongjiao's lips evenly and appropriately, with the color being neither dull nor bright.

If it weren't for the difference in status between Miao Man and them, she really wanted to applaud these two talented and handsome men.

It would be a shame if they didn’t become a world-renowned makeup artist!

Naturally, Muman was not the only one who was surprised by this jaw-dropping thing.