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This two-story building looks unpretentious from the outside, but it has a hidden cave when you enter the door.

Looking at the ancient carved stone bricks on the ground, the jade coffins parked in the hall, and the ubiquitous pottery warriors with a strong sense of presence... Hong Yao raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes became more interesting.

He has encountered a tough problem... Or is it an old acquaintance?

"We seem to have entered the lair of tomb robbers..." Fang Chong looked at the scene in front of him as if he had entered a grave, and suggested, "Why don't we call the police again?"

Pei Ci felt that everything in front of him looked very familiar. After staring at the exquisite and gorgeous jade coffin for a few seconds, he affirmed, "This is the coffin in the tomb of Emperor Jingmo."

"Emperor Jingmo? It's him again?" Fang Chong felt that the subjugated emperor had appeared too many times in their recent lives. "...Is this supposed to be an imitation?"

Because of the tomb robbers, the mausoleum of Emperor Jingmo has been excavated by archaeologists. No matter how powerful the tomb robbers are, how can they carry such a large jade coffin under the protection of layers?

Pei Ci also hesitated, he was just a history buff, not an antiquities appraiser.

Hong Yao was very sure, "It's not an imitation."

As he spoke, he picked up an arm-sized terracotta figurine from the ground. His plain white fingertips lightly brushed over the delicate armor on the terracotta figurine. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his dark eyes, and the next second he suddenly threw the terracotta figurine onto the ground. Give it a hard flick——

With the extremely crisp crackling sound of terracotta figurines, everything in front of my eyes shattered like light and shadow, and the world changed in the blink of an eye.

The carved stone bricks disappeared, as did the jade coffins and terracotta warriors, leaving only a piece of gray tiles, which were extremely broken on the concrete floor.

Pei Ci looked at the suddenly shabby and empty hall: "Just now...was it a hallucination?"

Or is it an illusion now?

Hong Yao rubbed the dust on her fingertips, and said in a very firm tone, "It's an illusion, the terracotta figurines in Emperor Jingmo's tomb cannot appear here."

...Except for the terracotta figurines.

Seeing that Hong Yao was so sure, Fang Chong asked curiously, "Then where are they?"

Hong Yao glanced at him and said in a deep tone, "Museum."

Fang Chong: "..." Is it an illusion?Boss Hong felt very depressed suddenly.

Pei Ci also came to his senses, and said, "The terracotta figurines buried in the tomb of Emperor Jingmo are all in the Shangjing Museum, and it is indeed impossible for them to appear here."

Even if the museum is stolen, there are so many lighter and more valuable antiquities, it is impossible for the thieves to choose to steal the figurines.

Hongyao feels that it is necessary to correct some of its employees' misconceptions: "Not all of them."

Pei Ci looked at Hong Yao suspiciously.

"There is a terracotta figurine living outside." Hong Yao couldn't say clearly that he was the terracotta figurine living outside, so he could only vaguely say, "Three years ago, the tomb robber dug a hole and was discovered and reported by the public. After digging, it was discovered that it was the mausoleum of Emperor Jingmo...During the excavation, those tomb robbers ventured back once."

Pei Ci: "Then stole...a pottery figurine?"

What's the matter, they are all buried with antiques, so don't our pottery figurines have the value of being stolen?

Hong Yao justified himself by saying, "That's not an ordinary pottery figurine."

Hearing what Hong Yao said, Pei Ci also became curious.

Fang Chong recalled the terracotta figurine that was only as big as an arm, and actively guessed: "Could it be bigger than other terracotta figurines? Life-sized terracotta figurines?"

Hong Yao: "...not at all."

Fang Chong was still a little regretful: "Although it is in the shape of a soldier, the terracotta figurines buried with Emperor Jing Mo are too small and have no momentum."

Hong Yao: "Emperor Jing Mo didn't want to form a terracotta warrior formation. It doesn't matter whether you are angry or not."

"Didn't he set up an army to protect him? Then why did he get all those pottery figurines?"

"There is not only one kind of terracotta figurines buried with us." Pei Ci explained, "In the beginning, people were martyred. The system of martyrdom has declined, and it has gradually become a tradition to replace living people with terracotta figurines... and besides the emperor who swept Liuhe, Other kings would not bury so many terracotta warriors in their mausoleums, most of them were ladies, dancers, musicians, and occasionally officials."

After all, there are not many emperors who want to continue fighting after death.

Hong Yao answered, "There are many figurines of officials in the tomb of Emperor Jingmo."

Fang Chong was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that Emperor Jingmo was quite... quite emotional."

Fang Chong originally wanted to say that Emperor Jing Mo was quite ambitious, and he never forgot the whole work system in his tomb, but he suddenly thought that the greatest achievement of Emperor Jing Mo during his reign was to get rid of a powerful country and be People forcibly changed the dynasty and changed generations.It was really hard to say this, so I could only make a sharp turn stiffly.

"Yeah, it's very emotional..." Hong Yao looked at the white cloth scarf hanging down to the door at some point, and said calmly, "Every official who was ordered to die by him, regardless of the year or the way of death, will be buried with him." The honor of the imperial mausoleum."

Fang Chong was shocked. What is the difference between this fucking and being buried with a human being? !

Hong Yao understood the astonishment in Fang Chong's eyes, tilted her head to think for a moment, and guessed wildly, "Maybe this saves space?"

Anyway, people have already been killed, and the terracotta figurines not only occupy a small area and are easy to manipulate, but if they are to be placed in a mausoleum full of rare treasures, it is of course better than corpses that will rot and smell.

Pei Ci, who has read and recited a lot of Jing Dynasty history, told the truth: "Because most of the people who were bestowed to death by Emperor Jingmo didn't have whole bodies, so they were replaced by pottery figurines."

It's not even the end of the whole body, but a stand-in pottery figurine has to be made to continue the burial... Very good, the emperor Jing Mo, the tyrant, and the tyrant can't collapse.

The three of them were talking, and the scarf hanging at the door seemed to be unable to stand the coldness. There was no wind, and it swayed in front of them automatically. Then, the white cloth strip under the scarf twisted left and right like tentacles.

Hong Yao looked at the slightly anxious scarf in front of her, and asked intimately, "You want us to go out?"

The scarf froze for a moment, then nodded frantically.

Hong Yao asked again: "Is there something outside that you want to show us?"

The scarf almost folded itself into small squares.

"That's it..." Hong Yao pondered for two seconds, and then kicked the scarf out of the gate with a kick, "Let us in before and let us out now, but after a while, I immediately became proud of my favor Well, as expected, I shouldn't have given face in the first place."

They also purposely set up an illusion of the Mausoleum of Emperor Jingmo. Whose eyes are they deliberately pissing off?

Hong Yao patted the hem of the clothes that was slightly messy due to kicking, and comforted Pei Ci with a smile: "It seems that the man is not going to show up, let's go to each room to find any clues."

Pei Ci nodded in agreement.

In order not to trigger the single-or-die law, they did not act separately.

The three little devils who had always been active seemed to know that this place was very dangerous, and they floated quietly beside Hong Yao Pei Ci, very well-behaved.

There are not too many rooms in the small building on the second floor, but there is really not much useful information.

There are only three popular rooms, one is the kitchen, and half a pot of porridge is still simmering on the stove.

One is a bedroom that is clean and comfortable, paved with brocade, and Peipei said that it is the little brother who loves to sleep.

The last one is the dark warehouse with several big iron cages, this is the place where Peipei was raised during his lifetime.Although there wasn't even a speck of resentment and yin in it, the large pool of black blood left on the wall on the ground clearly showed the crimes that had happened here.

Peipei gently tugged at the hem of Hongyao's clothes, pointed at the black spot on the ground with her short fat fingers, and said in a childish voice, "Brother Hongyao, Peipei is here to hit the iron with the head of the little brother who loves to sleep. Lumpy."

Hong Yao twitched the corner of her mouth and said very sincerely, "That's amazing."

With this amount of bleeding, he must die.

Peipei, who was praised, puffed out her small chest, raised her head and said proudly: "Peipei has something good to give to my beautiful brother!"

After saying that, the little fat pier jumped to the side of the iron cage where he used to live, arched his buttocks and lay down on the ground, and the little fat puffy stretched his arms to the bottom of the cage for a while, before the little paper cap on his head was rubbed off, he finally pulled it out A small sheepskin book.

Peipei held up the old sheepskin book to Hong Yao like offering a treasure, his fat face was full of complacency and joy: "This is the villain's, he has to look through it many times every day!"

The sheepskin was as old as an antique, and it became more and more dilapidated after being rubbed against the bottom of the cage. It felt that it would fall apart with a little force. After taking the red medicine, the expression was a little complicated: "Does Peipei know what this is?"

Peipei shook her head blankly: "Peipei can't read yet."

"But as long as it's something the big villain likes, Peipei will hide it all for him quietly! If you can't hide it, just... destroy it!"

Hong Yao looked at the words 'Shi's Family Tree' on the cover of the sheepskin book, and then looked at the black and red blood on the ground, and had to admit that although Peipei was young, she already had the strength of a young man. He did what he said.

Although there are no horrible corpses in the warehouse, it is a murder scene after all, and it is not good to stay for a long time. It is an unexpected joy to get the genealogy. The caring boss Hong immediately took people back to the open and spacious halls of study genealogy.

The first page of the sheepskin book was the name and biography of the founding emperor of the Jing Dynasty. Hong Yao and Pei Ci looked at each other with similar interest.

"Is this fake?" Fang Chong went out of his way to make up for the history of the Jing Dynasty during this period of time. He thought that although he didn't know as much or deeply as the two bosses, he still had the foundation. "Emperor Jingmo has no children, Princess Jiawen also failed to marry General Wu'an, so she committed suicide and died for the country... How did the Shi family get passed down to the present?"

Nowadays, the genealogy of many families is not a real genealogy that has been recorded and passed down from generation to generation. The origin is either an emperor with the same surname or a famous official with the same surname. At the very least, it must be a poet whose work was selected into a textbook.Anyway, no matter what surname there are, there will always be a few famous people, and as long as the genealogy goes up for more than a dozen generations, can't you write it however you want?No one knows whether it is true or false, and no one will investigate the true and false.

"Although the direct line is broken, there are still side branches." Hong Yao flipped back, found the page of Emperor Jingmo, and said sure enough.

The records after this page are all offshoots of the Shi family.

Pei Ci keenly discovered the problem: "There is no Princess Jiawen in the family tree."

Hong Yao looked through it again: "Really not. Strange, Princess Jiawen is not married... Even if she is married, it should be recorded in the genealogy."

Fang Chong guessed: "Could it be that because the genealogists hated Princess Jiawen for opening the gate to the capital for the soldiers, they unilaterally removed her from the genealogy?"

Although Princess Jiawen died for the country immediately after opening the city gate in order to protect the people in the city, but for those Shi family members, this behavior was tantamount to betrayal.What's more, the leader of the army at that time and later the founding emperor of the Rong Dynasty also publicly stated that Princess Jiawen cherished benevolence and righteousness in the world, and that the real jewel of the Jing Dynasty was Princess Heroine, and even built a princess tomb and a princess shrine for her.

Therefore, although Princess Jiawen has a good reputation in history, it may not be so in the Shi family.

Hong Yao said casually while flipping through the sheepskin book: "According to this, the most important thing to be eliminated from the Shi family tree is Emperor Jing Mo, who ruined all of the Shi family's wealth."

Fang Chong: "It makes sense!"

'Boom--'

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise in the yard, and the three of them raised their heads in response to the sound, and saw the summoning banners scattered all over the yard.