The sound was so terrifying that the hairs on Xu Qian's back stood up. He turned his head reflexively and looked at Sangbo Lake.

The watchman who was responsible for guarding the surroundings could not turn back to watch the ceremony. Xu Qi'an had already overstepped.

He saw Emperor Yuan Jing, who kowtowed in three steps and walked slowly onto the stage, wearing a bright yellow uniform. He saw the civil and military officials, princes and princesses watching the ceremony on the bank, and also saw Wei Yuan and his two protégés.

I saw the magnificent temple, the imperial army, and the eunuchs.

The moment he turned back, the voice disappeared.

Auditory hallucinations?

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

Xu Qian took a deep breath, not daring to look further, turned his head and asked: "How much news do you know about Sang Bo?"

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng responded. There was no valuable information, it was just "the place where the founding emperor attained enlightenment", "Xuanwu presented the sword", "the place where the royal family worshiped their ancestors" and other contents that Xu Qi'an already knew.

"Help me, help me..."

The sound comes again, like an evil spirit lying on your back and whispering in your ear.

Xu Qian stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw the sacrificial scene again. But the sound disappeared the moment he turned back.

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

Sangbo Lake, where the founding emperor Dafeng was enshrined, and where the royal family had worshiped their ancestors over the years, heard a piercing cry for help... In the cold wind, Xu Qian slowly shivered.

"Help me, help me..."

"Help me, help me..."

Xu Qian's hair stood on end, and he had the idea of ​​running away and staying away. He forced himself to calm down, no longer worried about his colleagues around him, and took out the small jade mirror.

[Three: How much do you know about Sampo? Tell me immediately, this is very important.]

[Two: Hey, No. 3 replied, are you really at the sacrifice site, in Sangbo? 】

Xu Qian ignored No. 2 and waited for a few seconds before seeing the letter from No. 4.

[4: Sangbo is the place where the founding emperor Dafeng attained enlightenment. After Dafeng founded the country, he chose Sangbo as his capital. However, the legend of Xuanwu has no evidence and is not very reliable.

But the Divine Sword is real. In the temple on the high platform in the center of the lake, the sword used by the founding emperor is enshrined.]

After No. 4 finished speaking, Taoist Master Jinlian added:

[Nine: That is the magic weapon that symbolizes the destiny of Dafeng.]

[Four: It is indeed true. In the battle of Shanhaiguan, Emperor Yuan Jing went to the temple to invite magic soldiers and personally gave them to King Zhenbei. The battle of Shanhaiguan can be won, except for Wei Yuan who used a mountain of troops, so the fighting power of King Zhenbei cannot be ignored. 】

A divine sword is enshrined in the temple?

Is the sword asking me for help?

Let’s not talk about whether the sword has self-awareness or not. What does it do like me asking for help?

"Help me, help me..." The voice suddenly became shrill and shrill, as if he was dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.

The cry for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qian's spirit, causing him to feel slightly dizzy and causing confusion in his consciousness.

He took a deep breath and entered the information: [Three: Is there anything else? I want more comprehensive information, but I want to know everything recorded in history, whether true or false. 】

After passing the letter, he looked back, trying to calm the whispers in his ears.

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

"Help me, help me!"

Veins bloomed on Xu Qian's forehead, and the voice was like a steel needle, piercing into his mind.

[Four: You have brought back my memories, reminding me of a record I read when I was revising history books.

Sambo is now guarded by the military camp of the Five Guards of the Capital City. It is tightly defended and no one is allowed to approach without permission. Well, no one.

Because five hundred years ago, the prince at that time was boating in Sangbo and accidentally fell into the lake. After being rescued by his guards, he fell seriously ill and suffered from hysteria. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sangbo.

The royal family believed that the prince had offended the heroic spirits of his ancestors and provoked punishment. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, they closed Sangbo and only opened it during ancestor worship.]

The prince fell into the lake and suffered from hysteria... Did he hear the cry for help like me?... Will I make the same mistake and be found drowned in Sangbo?

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

There must be some secret in Sangbo, and it is definitely not to offend the heroic spirits of the ancestors, but the unlucky prince did not know about this, otherwise, he would never go boating in Sangbo.

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

However, why did the emperor, who knew the inside story, not ban Sangbo? He had to take action after the prince died.

Xu Qian, who is good at reasoning, has doubts flashing through his mind.

[Six: Why is No. 3 asking this? 】

At this time, Xu Qi'an no longer had the energy to answer their questions. He shakily stuffed the fragments of the book back into his arms, then knelt down weakly on the ground, holding his head, looking painful.

"Help me, help me..."

The cry for help reached his ears, echoing layer by layer, making his brain a blur, as if a steel needle had been inserted into his skull.

A splitting headache.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed something unusual about their colleagues and were startled by Xu Qi'an's bloodless face.

"What's wrong with you? Can you hold on? You can't let go of the chain at this time. If you interrupt or disturb His Majesty's ancestor worship, it will be a death penalty." Song Tingfeng was anxious.

Zhu Guangxiao moved his steps and wanted to come over to check the situation.

.....

At this moment, Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty had already ascended the high platform, and the drumming had stopped. The ministers of Taichang Temple knelt down and read the congratulations, and started to enjoy themselves after reading.

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty personally burned the blessing inscriptions and knelt three times and bowed nine times to his ancestors.

The ancestor worship is only halfway done here.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the queen not far away, who was graceful and noble, and her manners were perfect.

As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the appearance of the mother and daughter are not similar, but the queen is still a beauty that has captivated the country. Even today, she is still graceful and luxurious.

You can imagine how stunning it was back then.

It's just that as time goes by, her youth has passed, and she is no longer the beautiful, innocent girl she was before.

But he was still dressed in green clothes as before.

Wei Yuan looked dazed.

As if she sensed something, the empress of Muyi Tianxia looked back gracefully, and the two of them looked at each other through the air.

The queen's eyes softened for a moment.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze as if he was electrocuted, and hurriedly bowed. All the emotions in his eyes were settled, only the deep vicissitudes of life remained.

"Father, something is wrong over there." Yang Yan said in a deep voice.

Wei Yuan followed his eyes and saw a Tongluo kneeling on the ground. The two Tongluos next to him turned their heads and said something to him.

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

As there was no crisis for the time being, I refrained from intervening. As long as there were no assassins, everyone in the world would have to wait for His Majesty to finish his ancestor worship.

Including the reckoning with this little gong.

Wei Yuan recognized the youngster he was interested in at a glance and raised his chin: "Go and see the situation and take him away."

This is to protect Xu Qian.

.......

"Help me, help me..."

Xu Qian's spirit was torn apart as he kept shouting like a ghost. Sometimes he felt like a detective living in the new era, and sometimes he felt like 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 so much, stop shouting, stop shouting, please stop shouting...Xu Qian covered his head, and big drops of sweat rolled down his face.

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 calls 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 are on the verge of death, nothing matters anymore.

He clenched his fists with both hands, beat the ground hard, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Shut up!!"

In an instant, the situation changed color.

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

In this sword light, the lake water suddenly surged with waves, surging layer by layer, and Sangbo seemed to come to life.
Chapter completed!