"Actually, searching for the reason for the leakage of Yin Qi and finding out why the Yin soldiers appeared on the way are all just a cover. What you want to do is to find the passage into the inner city of the First Emperor's Mausoleum and then go in...
·A dozen lives are not a lesson learned in blood, do you have to do it again? Please give me a perfect explanation," Xiang Que said with a sneer.
Pei Dongcao said calmly: "That's why we found you, a person with the luck of being an emperor. With you here, this is a great opportunity."
"Then, I am still the one who has to go in," Xiang Que said, "You trick me."
"Everyone gets what he needs."
"······"
In the distance, Han Rongrong, whose face turned pale, came over in panic, grabbed Xiang Que's arm and said, "My grandpa and the others are looking for a way to enter the inner city. Xiang Que, you said yesterday that there will be a meeting in the inner city."
There are soldiers and warriors of Qin Shihuang guarding them. Is this true? If so, then, then they..."
Pei Dongcao's eyes fell on the two of them, looked at them a few times and said, "Is there a secret?"
"The dozen or so people who disappeared a few years ago were not a lesson, and the disappearance of a few more today is definitely not a lesson. You will definitely not stop searching for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. Someone must enter the inner city one after another, right? These old people
Scholars are destined to be buried in the imperial mausoleum."
Pei Dongcao said softly: "Everyone has a goal in his life, no matter he is a trafficker or a high-ranking official or rich. That is a person's lifelong wish. What Academician Liu, Professor Han and others want in this life is to know more about the secrets of the First Emperor's Mausoleum. They don't want to
Bring regrets to the coffin. It's useless to persuade them about this matter. They are not stubborn people. They just want to draw a satisfactory ending to their lives in their lifetime. They will not come to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor again this time.
I have already made a decision about life and death.”
"Pfft!" Han Rongrong suddenly staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. She said with a blank look in her eyes: "No wonder, no wonder when I left NTU this time, grandpa behaved very strangely. He talked a lot to his family as if he was explaining the aftermath.
Inexplicable things, he also strictly prohibited me from coming with him. Later, if I hadn't promised him that I would obey his orders in everything, I would have been grounded. It turns out that he had already known that he might leave and never come back. Xiang Que,
I beg you to Queme."
With tears in her eyes, Han Rongrong got up from the ground, grabbed Xiang Que's arm and said, "I beg you, if something happens, you must save my grandfather, and you must not let him..."
Xiang Que wanted to tell Han Rongrong that even if he entered the underground palace, he might not be able to protect himself. How could he have the energy to guarantee the life and death of others? He swallowed the words and said: "I will try my best to guarantee that as long as I am fine, believe him."
There will be no problem”
Han Rongrong bit her lips and gave a soft hum. Xiang Que then said to Pei Dongcao: "I'm going out for a trip. Before I come back, even if you find that passage, don't go in without permission. Wait until I come back."
"Okay, without you, our original confidence would be gone," Pei Dongcao said.
Xiang Que sighed, walked out of the burial area and headed straight for Qin Village.
You have to give Xiang Que another chance to choose. When he was in the underworld, he would definitely not agree to Meng Po's request. At that time, he didn't know that the terracotta warriors in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor were forged by Qin Shihuang's personal soldiers.
After more than two thousand years have passed, the dead souls sealed in the terracotta warriors cannot be reincarnated. This is equivalent to the level of a thousand-year-old demon, and it is not even one.
According to the vague historical records, after Qin Shihuang ascended the throne, his personal soldiers were the royal guards, soldiers responsible for his safety, a total of 8,000 people, who were stationed in the palace and near the imperial city all year round.
It was led by Wang Jian's son Wang Ben, so it was also called the Tiger Ben Army.
The combat effectiveness of these 8,000 Imperial Guards is considered to be the highest in the world. Now they are at the level of special forces. They are all kings of soldiers and sharp-sword soldiers. One of them can stand up to several.
Eight thousand tiger soldiers, excluding those who failed to refine and are not willing to die like this, even if you lose half of them, there will still be about four to five thousand people. If these four to five thousand Qin Shihuang's personal soldiers are all guarding the inner city of the First Emperor's Mausoleum
And in the underground palace, what will be the consequences if someone breaks in?
Xiang Que feels so damn sour just thinking about it!
"My little life has been so inhumane. I should have found a place to hold Queen Chen in my arms facing the sea and have a romantic story with the blooming flowers, but instead I agreed to go with the old lady surnamed Meng.
Imperial Mausoleum, I regret it." Xiang Que sighed, and regretted it again. If he had known the current situation, he really shouldn't have agreed to Po Meng's offer.
Xiang Que, whose intestines were filled with regret, hurriedly walked all the way, pounding his long legs into Qin Village, and then went straight to the back hillside. Passing through the dense tombs on the hillside, he stood on the top of the mountain respectfully.
Said: "Mr. Wang, please see me."
After Xiang Que finished speaking, he bowed his hands respectfully and waited. A few minutes later, the room was still dark and no one answered, as if the voice he just spoke had traveled to another place and no one was paying attention to him here.
Xiang Que paused and said loudly again: "Mr. Wang, please see me."
A few minutes later: "Requesting to meet..."
"Requesting to meet..."
"Bang, bang," the door was violently pushed open, and a very impatient voice came out: "Porcelain horse Er Lengzi, you little melon, don't you want to disturb us to death?"
The young man next to the old man came out with his eyes widened in displeasure and said, "Well, let me ask you, what are you going to do? Ah? You stay up in the middle of the night, crying and howling here. You don't know how annoying you are."
Very”
Xiang Que blinked and said very calmly: "I have long admired Mr. Wang's name, and I am here to pay my last respects to Xiang Que."
"How do you know our surname is Wang? My grandpa and grandpa have never been out of Qin Village in their lives. How did you come to admire his name for so long? Porcelain horse Er Lengzi, you don't even write a draft when you lie."
Xiang Que continued to say calmly: "Only the descendants of Mr. Guiguzi Wang Chan in the world can guard the souls of the 720,000 workers who died building the Qin Mausoleum for more than two thousand years. Apart from you, I really
I can’t think of anyone who is qualified to guard the Qin Mausoleum.”
The young man tilted his head, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, you have some knowledge. What do you want to see Grandpa Er for?"
Xiang Que said: "At the foot of Mount Li, there is a passage leading to the inner city of Qin Mausoleum. We want to go in and explore, but ordinary people who enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor must never return, so I want to come here to find someone to lead the way.
Man, the descendants of Mr. Guiguzi are naturally the most suitable ones."
"Ugh!" The young man's face suddenly darkened, and he felt unhappy for a moment.
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