Fang Fan looked at the wall in front of him and fell speechless. His pale golden eyes were full of majesty, as if there was no emotion at all.
He glanced around until he found the familiar switch setting, then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and his face softened.
so far so good......
Long Yuan clicked lightly and the energy dissipated. Fang Fan skillfully pulled out the stone and opened the door silently.
After going out, Fang Fan did not restore it immediately, but left it as it was with the door open.
Fang Fan's feet still didn't touch the ground, and he walked quietly in this quiet palace.
The palace here is very tall and large, and the main color is black. Fang Fan has seen the decorative carvings of black dragons more than once.
Bed, bed edge, table, chair...
Fang Fan probably had an idea when he saw this.
The Qin Dynasty respected black, and the dragon pattern was the exclusive power of the emperor.
There is only one person in Xianyang Palace who is worthy of these two noble symbols, Qin Shihuang, the one emperor throughout the ages.
This is presumably his palace, Xianyang Palace.
Broadly speaking, all the palaces in this area belong to the category of Xianyang Palace and belong to the imperial palace.
But in a narrow sense, Xianyang Palace is just the name of Qin Shihuang's palace.
Fang Fan had long guessed the identity of this secret passage, but he didn't expect it to be so shocking.
It turned out to be a secret passage connecting Qin Shihuang's palace. No wonder the specifications were so high, and it could even be built with strips of stone.
However, these were all put aside by Fang Fan, who was now concentrating on searching for treasures.
This will be his last place in Xianyang Palace. If he leaves, he has to go back and leave.
So at this moment, Fang Fan didn't hesitate or worry at all. As long as he didn't leave any conspicuous evidence here, there were no restrictions on anything else.
But there was one thing that made Fang Fan a little strange. It was too empty here. He originally thought he could see the coffin and remains of Qin Shihuang, the emperor of the ages.
No matter how gorgeous and complicated the coffin is, no one would be surprised at all, but it is strange that he has not found any trace of the coffin after looking through the palace.
Not only that, compared to the fact that every palace in the Six Palaces must have a coffin for burial, Fang Fan has seen many palaces since entering Xianyang Palace, but from the beginning to the end, Fang Fan has never seen the shadow of a coffin, nor has he seen a coffin.
Any corpse.
"Isn't this the tomb of Qin Shihuang?
In other words, the master of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, the eternal emperor commonly known as Brother Zheng, was not buried?
Even this eternal emperor is not dead?"
Fang Fan suddenly shook his head violently, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
"What are you thinking about? The First Emperor's Mausoleum is here, how could he not be dead?
Moreover, if Brother Zheng had not died, even if he led hundreds of officials and troops to the Xinghai expedition, he would not have handed over the land of Kyushu to others to change the dynasty.
If Brother Zheng hadn't died, the Qin Dynasty would have been forever... It wouldn't have mattered for a generation.
So, is the Mausoleum of the First Emperor a false cave, a cenotaph?"
Fang Fan made random guesses and finally shook his head.
"Forget it, whether it is a real tomb or a fake cave, these questions will be left to the archaeologists to figure out later.
Now just find all the treasures and take them away."
Fang Fan started to move as soon as he finished speaking.
The first is the table. There are some bamboo slips scattered on the table. They have no aura and seem to be just ordinary objects. However, Fang Fan doesn't care and keeps them all in the dragon pattern jade pendant.
However, after the things were put away, several obvious marks appeared on the table. Fang Fan saw this and blew it skillfully.
call!
Dust was everywhere, and when it fell again, the traces on the table were covered and almost invisible, as if there was nothing on it.
Next was the bedside. It was a big bed, but there was nothing on it. Fang Fan glanced at it and focused on the bedside.
There was a dagger lying quietly on the bedside. The dagger looked like a dagger, but it was only a little longer than a palm, so it was a dagger.
The dagger is simple and extremely dark, as if any light falling on it is absorbed.
There are only some lines on the surface of the dagger, and there is no other decoration.
Fang Fan looked at the dagger and frowned.
The existence of this dagger can clearly be seen with the naked eye, but there is no trace of it in the spiritual sense. There is only an empty bedside, and there is no smell of the dagger at all.
It was this sense of contrast that made Fang Fan notice the dagger and feel how extraordinary it was.
Even after thousands of years, the dagger still has no trace of rust, and still maintains its sharpest edge.
Fang Fan stretched out his hand to take it, but suddenly stopped when he reached it. He felt a wave of heart palpitations.
Looking at the dagger, his eyebrows jumped and his hands froze in the air, because this dagger gave him a feeling of death.
Looking at that pitch-black edge, large drops of sweat slipped from his forehead, across the corners of his eyes and across his cheeks. Before they fell, they were dispersed and evaporated by Fang Fan's spiritual power.
Fang Fan had a premonition that if he touched the edge of the dagger, he would definitely die. Without any accident, he would definitely die, and he would die suddenly on the spot.
After a long time, Fang Fan endured the palpitations in his heart, restrained his instinct, and reached out to hold the handle of the dagger.
Generally, when I get something relatively sharp, I will habitually scratch the edge with my thumb to see if it is sharp enough.
But now Fang Fan didn't dare anymore. He stretched out his hand to grab the dagger. The hand he held couldn't be more disciplined. He held it firmly on the handle without any overstep. He didn't dare to touch the dark matte blade surface.
Even if he holds it in his hand, Fang Fan's spiritual consciousness cannot detect the slightest breath.
Holding it in your hand, it seems like an ordinary dagger, a dead object, a mortal object.
However, Fang Fan had already roughly guessed its identity.
In this Xianyang Palace, there is only one famous dagger that meets these conditions.
Mrs. Xu’s dagger!
The prince asked for a sharp dagger from the world, and got a dagger from Mrs. Xu of Zhao. He took a hundred gold and asked the craftsman to temper it with medicine.
To test people, the blood will be wet, and everyone will leave the dead. This is to show off Jing Ke.
"The dagger made by Mrs. Xu, a famous swordsmith, is quenched with poison and will kill on sight of blood. It was given to Jing Ke by Prince Dan, wrapped in a map, and used to assassinate Qin Shihuang.
That’s the dagger that Tu Qiong Dagger saw.”
Fang Fan murmured to himself.
"The idea of death upon contact is correct. Only the most poisonous method can guarantee that Qin Shihuang will die if he stabs him. No matter where the heart is, whether it has a heart or not, he will die.
And the dagger that cannot be detected by the spiritual sense is matched. Only the dagger that does not reveal the slightest breath, and that no one can detect, can be hidden in the map and brought to Xianyang Palace and brought to Qin Shihuang.
So, is this the legendary dagger?"
Fang Fan held this dead-like dagger. The dagger was cold. No matter how long Fang Fan held it, the dagger remained cold without any change.
This touch of coldness was so deep that it penetrated to the bone, causing Fang Fan's energy to clear up suddenly. His reaction seemed to be three minutes faster, and his speed between gestures was much faster.
This is a murder dagger, this is a dagger that represents death, this is... Mrs. Xu’s dagger!!
