Nightwatcher

The voice was so terrifying that the hairs on Xu Qi'an's back stood on end, and he turned his head reflexively, looking at Sangbo Lake.

The watchman in charge of guarding the surroundings could not turn around to watch the ceremony, Xu Qi'an was already overstepping.

He saw Emperor Yuan Jing, who walked slowly onto the stage with three steps and one kowtow, wearing a bright yellow uniform, saw the civil and military officials, princes and daughters watching the ceremony on the bank, and also saw Wei Yuan and his two sons.

I saw the magnificent temple, saw the forbidden army, and saw the eunuch.

The moment he turned his head, the voice disappeared.

Hallucinations?

I haven't looked for Fuxiang for three days, my eyes are not dim.

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, not daring to look further, turned his head, and asked, How much information do you know about Sangbo?

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng replied, there was no valuable information, it was nothing more than the place where the founding emperor proved his way, the sword presented by Xuanwu, the place where the royal family worshiped ancestors, etc. Xu Qi'an already knew about it.

Help me, save me

The voice came again, like a ghost lying on your back, whispering in your ear.

Xu Qi'an stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw the sacrifice scene again. And the voice, the moment he turned his head, disappeared.

Intangible fear filled his heart, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

In the Sangpo Lake where the founding emperor testified, the place where the royal family worshiped their ancestors over the years, Xu Qi'an shivered slowly in the cold wind that heard people's cries for help.

Help me, save me

Help me, save me

Xu Qi'an was terrified, thinking of running away and staying away. He forced himself to calm down, no longer caring about his colleagues around him, and took out the small jade mirror.

【Three: How much do you know about Sangbo? Tell me right away, it's very important. 】

[Two: Oh, you replied on the 3rd, are you really at the sacrificial site, in Sangbo? 】

Xu Qi'an ignored No. 2, waited for a few seconds, and saw No. 4's message.

[Four: Sangbo is the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng preached the Tao. After Dafeng established the country, he chose Sangbo as his capital. However, the legend of Xuanwu has no evidence to test, and its credibility is not high.

But the Excalibur really exists. In the temple on the high platform in the middle of the lake, the sword used by the founding emperor is enshrined. 】

After No. 4 finished speaking, Daoist Jin Lian added:

[Nine: That is a magic weapon that symbolizes great luck. 】

[Four: That's true. In the battle of Shanhaiguan, Emperor Yuan Jing went to the temple to invite the magic soldiers, and personally presented them to King Zhenbei. The Battle of Mountains and Seas can be won, except that Wei Yuan used troops like a mountain, and King Zhenbei's combat power cannot be ignored. 】

Excalibur is enshrined in the temple?

Is the sword calling for help?

Let alone whether the sword has self-awareness, it is like what I am asking for help.

Help me, save me the voice suddenly became shrill, as if dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.

The cry for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's spirit, making him slightly dizzy, and his consciousness also became confused.

He took a deep breath and entered the information: 【Three: Is there any more? I want more comprehensive information, but I want to know everything recorded in history, no matter whether it is true or not. 】

After passing the book, he glanced back, trying to calm the whispers in his ears.

But this time he didn't succeed, he turned his head, and the cry for help still lingered in his ears.

Help me, save me!

Veins bloomed on Xu Qi'an's forehead, and the voice pierced into his mind like a steel needle.

[Four: You brought back my memories, and reminded me of a record I read when revising the history books.

Sangbo is now guarded by the barracks of the five guards of the capital, and the defense is tight. No one is allowed to approach without permission, um, anyone.

Because five hundred years ago, when the prince was playing in Sangpo by boat, he accidentally fell into the lake and was rescued by the guards. He fell seriously ill and suffered from hysteria. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sangboli.

The royal family believed that it was the prince who offended the heroic souls of the ancestors and provoked punishment. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, they banned Sangbo and only opened it when worshiping the ancestors. 】

The prince fell into the lake and got hysteria. Is he the same as me? Will I repeat the same mistake when I heard the cry for help, and was finally found drowned in Sangbo.

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face turned pale.

There must be some secrets in Sangbo, and it is definitely not to offend the heroic souls of the ancestors, but the unlucky prince doesn't know about it, otherwise, he would never go boating in Sangbo.

It is conceivable that this secret may only be known to the emperors of all dynasties.

However, why the emperor who knew the inside story didn't ban Sangbo, he had to die before taking action.

Xu Qi'an, who is good at reasoning, had doubts flashing in his mind.

【Six: Why did No. 3 ask this? 】

At this moment, Xu Qi'an had no energy left to answer their questions. He tremblingly stuffed the fragments of the book from the ground back into his arms, then knelt down powerlessly on the ground, holding his head, with a painful expression on his face.

Help me, save me

The cries for help came to his ears, echoing layer after layer, making his brain muddy, as if being pierced into the cranial cavity by a steel needle.

A splitting headache.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed the abnormality of their colleagues, and were taken aback by Xu Qi'an's bloodless face.

What's the matter with you? Can you hold on? You can't lose the chain at this time. If you interrupt or disturb His Majesty's ancestor worship, it will be a capital offense. Song Tingfeng was anxious.

Zhu Guangxiao moved a little bit, wanting to come over to check the situation.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing had already climbed onto the high platform, the drums and music stopped, and the minister of Taichang Temple knelt down to read the Zhu Wen, and after reading it, he started to laugh.

Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the Zhu Wen, kneeling three times and worshiping his ancestors nine times.

The ancestor worship is only halfway here.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the queen who was not far away, she was graceful and luxurious, with a natural demeanor.

As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the appearance of the mother and daughter is not similar, but the queen is still an all-powerful beauty, even now, she is still graceful and luxurious.

One can imagine how stunning it was back then.

It's just that the years have passed, and she is no longer the young and innocent girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

And he was still the same as before, dressed in Tsing Yi.

Wei Yuan looked dazed.

As if feeling something, the queen who was the mother of the world looked back lightly, and the two looked at each other across the air.

The queen's eyes softened for a moment.

Wei Yuan looked away as if shocked by electricity, and hastily bowed. All the emotions in the eyes are precipitated, only the deep vicissitudes remain.

Father, the situation over there is not right. Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw a Tongluo kneeling on the ground, and the two Tongluos beside him were talking to him with their heads turned.

Many experts have noticed the situation on Xu Qi'an's side.

It's just that there is no crisis for the time being, so I endured without asking. As long as there are no assassins, the world will have to wait for His Majesty to end the ancestor worship.

Including the settlement of accounts for this small gong.

Wei Yuan recognized at a glance that he was the young boy he was fancying, and raised his chin: Go and see the situation, and take him away.

This is to protect Xu Qi'an.

Help me, save me

Shouting non-stop like a ghost, Xu Qi'an's spirit was torn apart. For a while, he felt that he was a criminal policeman living in the new era, and for a while, he felt that he was a native of the capital.

The throbbing pain in his brain became more and more severe, and he was on the verge of collapse.

My head hurts, don't shout, don't shout, please don't shout Xu Qi'an covered his head, his sweat rolled down.

In fact, he was already sweating profusely.

The strange cry for help was aimed at his soul, not his body, but the pain it brought was no less than physical torture.

Amidst the strange cries for help, Xu Qi'an finally collapsed. He didn't care about the emperor's ancestor worship, the strict rules, or everything else.

When you're on the brink of death, nothing matters anymore.

He clenched his fists with both hands, pounded the ground heavily, and roared hoarsely:

Shut up!!

In an instant, the situation changed.

On the high platform in the lake, the temple suddenly shook, and immediately after, a golden sword energy shattered the roof of the eaves and rushed into the sky.

In this ray of sword light, the lake suddenly burst into waves, surging layer upon layer, and Sang Po seemed to come alive.

PS: It will be on the shelves in the early morning.