Museum of Demons

Sakurajima, the main god's shrine.

Xu Shi, who was still dressed as an alchemist in ancient times, stared at the materials placed in front of him, his face was pale, and he fell into a kind of absolute silence. With a flick of his sleeves, he knocked the god out of the temple.

Go down and be punished!

Congshen, whose forehead was broken, knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy, but still maintained a rather docile obedience under this kind of coercion, and said, Yes, yes...

Withdrew humbly from God.

Xu Shi picked up the tea, let out a breath slowly, and regained his rationality and composure.

The tiger, who looked like a modern man, embraced his arms and leaned on the side. He saw that there was a change in the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum on the information. This was intentionally released news, but as the main god of Sakurajima, Xu Even if the city has been washed away by the years and cannot be compared with the self in the prime of life, there are still ways to obtain deeper information.

One of the Twelve Golden Men of the First Emperor appeared.

Xu Shi whispered to himself, his palms were unconsciously clenched, and his five fingers turned white.

is it necessary?

The tiger said: The First Emperor is already dead.

Xu Shi replied: He is indeed dead...

The tiger sneered: I will be overwhelmed by a dead man, Xu City.

Don't you know life and death?

No!

There is a feeling of fear and terror in the eyes of the alchemist. The nightmare of more than 2,200 years shrouded him like a shadow. He thought that the fear had been wiped out with the death of that person, but only now did he realize that the fear is still the same. The dormant poisonous snake never leaves.

He replied, It's because you don't understand the first emperor.

Xu Shi finally got up, looked in the direction of the East China Sea and was silent for a long time.

The appearance of one of the Twelve Golden Men of the First Emperor made him toss and turn, never able to settle down, and finally fermented the fear of the two thousand or two hundred years. Finally, Xu Shi sighed silently, and took out the weapon he used when he left Shenzhou.

Step out of the East China Sea and come to China.

Within a few days of hearing the news,

He must at least figure out what happened to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

If this matter is not resolved.

Even if he has become the god king of a place, he still feels uneasy in his heart.

…………………

Inside the Nestorian Cross.

Xiang Hongbao focused on his own affairs, trying to figure out and master the more professional and effective sacrificial methods obtained from the angels. Only the old man who raised his two brothers knew about this matter, so in the past few days, There was no disturbance.

And in the flower shop not far from the Nestorian Church.

Xiang Hongyu is still tidying up his flower fields. Everyone knows that he is looking for the most beautiful poppies. It has been almost ten years, which actually makes those Nestorian monks who watched him grow up I breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of Xiang Hongyu's character, he was not so calm and calm at the beginning.

At the beginning, he had a very domineering and self-centered personality. If he didn't take care of it, he didn't know what would happen. But there was one embarrassing thing. Xiang Hongyu's power was too strong. If Xiang Hongbao did something, he would be arrested. Woke up and got beaten up, if it was Xiang Hongyu, it was very likely that they were beaten.

Everything changed when it rained heavily one day and a devotee brought a poppy.

Although no one knew what Xiang Hongyu meant by the most beautiful poppies.

Even he himself doesn't know.

He is still searching tirelessly.

While reading the papers on botany, he recorded his points of interest. On the table was the broken gun that Xiang Hongbao found at the door after he left a few days ago. Why did I, who is a clean freak, bring this gun blade in.

However, because of his obsession with cleanliness, Xiang Hongyu brushed the blade of this gun for more than two hours in disgust, and it was as good as new before he put it on the table with satisfaction. At this time, Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Is it Hongbao?

Xiang Hongyu agreed, wearing a blue shirt, and opened the two buttons on the top. The shirt was angular because of his strong muscles, and the cuffs were rolled up, exposing his arms. The rimless glasses were placed on the book, dressed in lazy home clothes, and walked over to open the door in slippers.

……………………

Wei Yuan's feet were quick and he easily caught up with the large army.

Most people, whether they are researchers or cultivators who sneak into the team with various thoughts, all their attention has been occupied by this huge and vast underground palace, and they don't even notice that someone quietly They broke away from the main force, and rushed back silently.

Only Zhang Shaorong found him and said, A Yuan, where did you go just now?

Why didn't I see you?

Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Shaorong, paused, and replied, Look at the style of pottery figurines next to you.

Compared with the ones outside, it's much more detailed, so I'm a little fascinated.

Zhang Shaorong said with a hearty smile: Normally, the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum are arranged according to the army. Most of the terracotta figurines that were developed before are just ex-army. The one with the highest title is made by Daliang. He should be a general of the ex-army. Now It should be going to the Chinese army.

Different legions, the details of the armor may change to distinguish subordinates.

We should now be somewhere between the inner city and the outer city.

Wei Yuan nodded.

The words of former friends sounded in my heart.

There are two inner and outer city walls, and the city wall is surrounded by gates. The shape is three gates, which belong to the emperor's gift.

The real underground palace is completely imitated according to Xianyang.

Death is like life.

The friend in the memory sighed, Zhang Shaorong who was next to him just said this sentence at this moment, Wei Yuan paused, looked at the young researcher next to him, the researcher turned around and said with a smile: What's wrong?

……fine.

Zhang Shaorong smiled, then took out a bottle of Bingfeng and threw it to Wei Yuan, and said with a smile, I just bought it.

Thirsty?

Wei Yuan said, It's kind of...

It seems to be a habit that started in the Qin Dynasty. Every time you fight and fight, you will do your best, and you will be very tired every time, and you need to drink water. He was just thinking about whether to use magic to get some water, but now Zhang Shaorong actually brought Come over with drinks.

This thing tastes much better than the water produced by the spell.

Wei Yuan's Adam's apple twitched, and said, Isn't it suitable to drink Bingfeng in this place?

Zhang Shaorong blinked his eyes and said with a smile: Are you going to drink secretly?

Forget it.

Wei Yuan took Bingfeng, opened the bottle cap with the hilt of the sword he had concealed, and touched Zhang Shaorong. With a flashlight, he walked between the outer city and the inner city, exchanging ideas. , Wei Yuan said: Shaorong, after this matter is over, will you evaluate your title?

Zhang Shaorong said: Probably yes.

Wei Yuan said, Go for a drink later?

Zhang Shaorong said with a smile: That's no problem, I will definitely drink you down.

The two of them were walking behind, but suddenly there was a commotion in front of them. The two of them looked at each other, and their expressions changed. Burial tomb.

It's a burial tomb. Compared with the burial tombs of ordinary craftsmen, the specifications are higher.

This is an official, and not a low-level official. It is reasonable to say that such a person will not be buried with him.

Dong Yuefeng murmured to himself with a puzzled face.

The tomb inside was opened, and a man, already turned into bones, was lying there.

There were scattered bamboo slips all over the floor.

It's the theory of the Mohists!

This is Qin Mo's last generation of giants!

Everyone exclaimed, and there was a rare surprise in their voices. Wei Yuan looked at the white bones, but suddenly recalled the mechanism of the slovenly but talented Qin Mo giant who cast twelve golden men and built the tomb of the first emperor. .

'You two make a choice. '

‘One will be the Jiji Lang, responsible for protecting His Majesty outside, and the other will be the Shaofu, to manage the prisoners. '

'Come on, Yuan, I've wanted to be a general for a long time...'

In the noisy environment, Wei Yuan looked like an outsider, looking at the bones, but he seemed to remember that rough but arrogant face and his still immature self in his mind.

Inside the tomb, it must be the most important thing for the owner of the tomb.

There are only scattered bamboo slips here. After more than 2,000 years, the text on them is still very clear, which is what everyone expected and the most important harvest. Wei Yuan walked in, but found no trace of the Mo family's sword. Until Zhang Shaorong leaned down.

Looking at the white bone, he finally sighed, took out something from his bosom and put it next to the white bone.

It's walnuts, raisins.

And finally a cell phone.

No one noticed his movements.

Except Wei Yuan.

Zhang Shaorong glanced at Wei Yuan, and said: He must have chosen to be the burial burial person after he finally built the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and felt that he had no more regrets. Let's bury himself here. Looking at these bamboo slips, he has already made preparations. .”

It is to always stand in front of your greatest masterpiece.

Before this idea, life and death are not a big deal. No matter who you are, you can't choose how to be born, but you can choose to leave this world in the way you like.

Some people stayed here, collecting and sorting out this part of Mohist classics.

The rest plan to continue exploring.

At this time, Dong Yuefeng stood up. After all, he was old, and his eyes darkened for a moment, and he took a step backwards. After the blue brick was stepped down, there was a clear sound of mechanism, and then, everyone's faces suddenly changed. A change, shouted loudly.

Get down!

Mechanized crossbows appeared on the surrounding walls.

The powerful crossbow bolts burst out.

The Taoist of Wuleilu who followed raised his hand to cast a spell, but for some reason, his spell couldn't even produce 10% of the original effect. He could only barely stop those deadly bows and crossbows, while Dong Yuefeng If there is a way to stop it, it will fall directly.

Wei Yuan was beside him, and directly grabbed the old man.

Immediately, he felt the weirdness of this pothole, and a huge force pulled him down.

Wei Yuan turned his mind and stepped down.

Zhang Shaorong subconsciously grabbed his cuff, and at this time, Zhang Shaorong was just an ordinary person, he was staggered and fell directly, the organ was shut down instantly, everyone was shocked into a cold sweat, full of dead silence.

The three of Wei Yuan are no longer here.

PS: The second update today...

3,200 words, there should be one more update, in the process of writing, the number of words may be slightly less~