How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"What? The Nine Death Jingling Armor was broken by them?"

"People have already entered?"

Kyoto Kyowa Hospital, Hand and Foot Surgery Inpatient Department.

The middle-aged man who was sent for treatment overnight just woke up when he received a phone call.

He was shocked, and the wound he had just bandaged in his excitement overflowed with bright red blood again.

After hanging up the phone, he was lost for a long time and sighed.

"Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng, what is your identity? Are you really the Heavenly Official of Faqiu?"

"The gang didn't find the Faqiu Seal in Feng Shiwen's house. Did Old Thief Feng give it to you?"

"That's all, that's all! It seems that I have to go down in person after all."

"only……"

The man looked at his right arm that had been cut off by his own hands and felt a pain in his heart.

Without my two-finger caving, I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive.

He thought for a few seconds and made a decision, then got out of bed and left.

Just a few minutes after leaving, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a large number of people who heard about what happened last night came over.

The leader was none other than Wen Haohe, the eldest son of the Wen family.

Wen Haohe saw that the hospital bed was empty, and looked at the blood stains on the white sheets, and froze in place.

Where did he go?

On the street of Union Hospital, a middle-aged man had already taken a taxi and confessed softly after getting in the car.

"Master, please help me with the Ming Tombs."

The taxi driver was stunned and looked back at the other person's mutilated arms and pale face.

"No, brother! You just had an amputation operation. If you don't take a good rest in the hospital, what are you going to do?"

"Ming Tombs? I heard that something happened there and it has been completely closed. If you want to travel, brother, I advise you not to go in vain."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, with an elegant look on his face, showing no signs of being disabled or injured.

He leaned back on the seat and spoke softly.

"It's not a trip, it's a visit to the grave! Let's go, master."

Visit the grave?

Damn it, I've got a mental illness.

The taxi driver turned his head in confusion, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

……

at the same time.

Deep in the underground palace, in the left side hall.

All the surviving members of Yang Zhao's team used flashlights, illuminating the left side hall with bright lights.

An hour ago, after they escaped from the right side hall, they did not go to the back hall where Zhu Youxiao's coffin was, but went straight to the left side hall.

As for why?

Everyone understands.

As the apse where Emperor Zhu Youxiao and Queen Zhang Yan kept their coffins, there were bound to be many crises.

If you go in rashly again, you are likely to fall into a narrow escape situation again.

Originally, the Deling Underground Palace was not very big, so it was better to explore the outside situation first and then break into the back hall after being fully prepared.

even.

If you can find what Fu Bole wants outside.

I believe that no one is willing to take the initiative to die.

When Yang Zhao opened the Nine Palace Chihu lock on the white marble stone door, everyone rushed in and found that the left side hall was as empty as the right side hall.

There is nothing in the area of ​​about a thousand square meters...

No, it’s not nothing.

But on the steps against the west wall, there was a red lacquered wood coffin quietly placed, so conspicuous in the quiet side hall.

"This is……"

Chen Wentian cautiously walked over with a few of his men, confusion and disappointment on his face.

He originally thought that since there was nothing that Fo Bole was looking for in the right side hall, there must be something in the left side hall.

But who knew that there was only one coffin inside?

Whose coffin?

Logically speaking, the underground palaces of the Ming Dynasty were distributed in a [中]-shaped pattern.

In addition to the front hall and the diamond wall, the layout of each other hall has a role.

The middle hall is where the Emperor of Ming Dynasty and the Queen of Ming Dynasty were placed, and the rear hall is the resting place where they lived and died in the same quilt.

As for the left and right side halls, they are the places where the emperor's concubines, concubines, etc. were buried.

But after Zhu Qizhen, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, this cruel burial system was abolished.

The left and right auxiliary halls no longer need to hold their coffins to accompany the late emperor, and they are allowed to grow old, sick and die naturally.

But now, there is a red lacquered coffin placed in the left side hall?

How is this going?

In addition, where exactly is the thing Fobole is looking for?

"Yang Zhao!"

Chen Wentian asked in a deep voice: "I remember it was clearly written in Ming history that Deling only had the coffins of Zhu Youxiao and Queen Zhang Yan. Whose coffins do they belong to?"

While he was speaking, he waved to his men to search along the left side hall. Everyone said that there seemed to be no other institutions in this side hall.

Chen Wentian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yang Zhao again.

Yang Zhao silently shook his head.

Why is there a coffin?

Depend on!

How do I know? I'm not Zhu Youxiao.

Logically speaking, after the abolition of the sacrificial burial system, both side halls should be idle.

Since the right side hall is empty, the left side hall should at least put something.

Why is it a coffin?

Yang Zhao simply stepped onto the heavenly steps and walked around the coffin, but found nothing unusual.

I just felt like something was wrong for some reason, I just couldn't put it into words.

Are all the things that Fo Bole is looking for placed in the back hall?

Just the thought of going to the back hall to face the Emperor and Empress of Ming Dynasty, Yang Zhao was a little reluctant.

"There's no time! Cousin, since there is only one coffin, let's open the coffin first and then talk about it."

Hu Jiuer, who went to the grave for the first time in his life, had long forgotten his previous fear. He drank a bottle of yogurt and ate a piece of bread while talking vaguely.

In her opinion, the coffin is not the best clue.

Since we can't find anything else, we might as well open the coffin first.

Yang Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw his cousin's nervous appearance.

Jiu'er, didn't you just cry with tears on your face and shout that you want to go home?

Not long after you got out of trouble, are you taking the initiative to cause trouble again?

Is it that simple to open a coffin?

If we really want to encounter the big rice dumplings or trigger the trap designed by Guanshan Taibao, we will still have to struggle for a long time.

Yang Zhao was thinking about whether to march to the back hall immediately or open the coffin.

"Jiu'er is right!"

Chen Wentian rarely agreed with Hu Jiuer's statement. He narrowed his eyes and said, "There is no time, Yang Zhao."

"Didn't you notice? The oxygen content in this underground palace is increasing significantly?"

Ok?

It's okay if you don't say it, Yang Zhao hasn't realized it yet, and he was startled when he said it.

Yes!

I don't know when, the originally thin oxygen suddenly became abundant.

Their dizziness and brain swelling caused by lack of oxygen also disappeared.

Is it...

People outside have opened the diamond wall of the underground palace and are coming in?

A sense of crisis suddenly arose in Yang Zhao's heart.

Time is really running out.

He didn't dare to hesitate anymore and nodded.

"Okay, let's open the coffin..."

Before he could even speak, Chen Wentian ordered a few of his surviving men to smash the coffin.

Several people took out the mountain axes on their backs, wiped their palms with smiles, and were about to split the coffin.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Zhao hurriedly stopped him.

To be honest, among the five gates in the inverted fight, four of them look down on Xiling Rikishi.

These guys have their own special skills in finding tombs, identifying caves, and exploring underground palaces.

But once they get down to the underground palace, it becomes a complete act of banditry.

When encountering a mountain, the mountain will be opened, and the coffin will be smashed.

A mountain ax has smashed countless precious monuments.

Seeing several people trying to smash the coffin again, Yang Zhao hurriedly stopped them, frowning.

"Chen Wentian, the coffin-opening master, Captain Touch Jin, is here. No matter how tight we are on time, we can't break the rules, right?"

The coffin-opening ancestor?

Chen Wentian looked at the young Hu Jiuer and laughed.

He understood what Yang Zhao meant.

Captain Mojin is the most proficient in coffin-opening skills among the five sects.

Letting Hu Jiuer open the coffin would not only break the rules, but also break some fatal mechanisms.

He simply waved and asked his men to put away their mountain axes and all take two steps back.

"Okay, haha, Jiu'er! Let's stop drinking yogurt and licking the bottle cap. Why don't we get to work quickly?"

Yang Zhao also smiled and said: "Jiu'er, don't eat it, open the coffin quickly!"

"what?"

Hu Jiuer, who had just unscrewed another can of yogurt and was about to take a walk, was stunned on the spot.

The girl pointed to her nose.

"Let...let me open the coffin?"