The two coffins looked identical.
It was only that at some unknown time—perhaps when Luo Yusheng and the others had come last time—their lids had already been opened.
As he drew closer, he could clearly see the two corpses within the coffins.
One man and one woman.
The bodies had already dried into mummies, and even their clothes had thoroughly decayed. Yet for some unknown reason—perhaps because of the material—they had turned into a layer of glittering gold, clinging to the mummies' bodies.
With the naked eye alone, there was indeed nothing unusual to be seen.
But Qin Shaofeng knew very well that this glittering golden layer surely concealed something beyond ordinary imagination.
There was indeed nothing to tell from the mummies alone.
But the burial objects in the two coffins were differentiated between male and female.
Moreover, the corpse in the coffin near him was clutching a Bronze Compass, allowing him to identify it at a glance.
Even so, Qin Shaofeng's heart was filled with doubt.
Could one identify the corpses' identities based on this alone?
He truly found it hard to agree.
Since this tomb complex had already been divided into so many levels, who could say that the Taihua Mountain Range was its deepest point?
Not to mention using the burial objects in the two coffins to distinguish male from female.
He was practically speechless enough to cough up blood at such a method of identification.
Now that he had arrived here, no matter how doubtful he felt, he could only take the compass first.
He turned and glanced toward Tian Yinuo.
Seeing that Tian Yinuo had only just reached the other coffin, he immediately reached for the mummy's hand.
If he took the compass and the mummy did not move, naturally he would be delighted.
But