Museum of Demons Chapter 342

Sakurajima·The Temple of the Lord God of Heaven.

Xu Xin, still dressed as an alchemist in ancient times, stared at the materials placed in front, his face was pale, and he fell into a kind of absolutely dead silence. Flicking his sleeves knocked that Conggod out of the temple.

"Go down and be punished!"

With the broken forehead, he knelt on the ground, anxious, and still maintained a rather tame obedience under this kind of force, saying: "Yes, yes..."

Backed out from the gods humbly.

Xu Shi picked up the tea, slowly let out a sigh, his complexion returned to rationality and calmness.

Looking like a modern man, Shanjun embraced his arms and leaned on his side. He saw the document saying that the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum had changed. This was the news that was deliberately released, but as the main **** of Sakurajima, Xu Even if the market has been washed away by the years, there is still a way to get deeper intelligence compared to the self in the age of Fenghua Zhengmao.

One of the first emperor's twelve golden figures appeared.

Xu Si whispered to himself, his palms clenched unconsciously, and his five fingers turned white.

"is it necessary?"

Shanjundao: "The First Emperor is already dead."

Xu Xin replied: "He is indeed dead..."

Shan Jun sneered: "I will be shocked by a dead man, Xu Xin."

"Don't you know life and death?"

"Do not!"

The alchemist had a sense of fear and terror in his eyes. The nightmare of more than two thousand two hundred years shrouded him like a shadow. He thought that this fear had been wiped out with the death of that person, but at this moment he realized that the fear is still like The dormant snake never leaves.

He replied: "You don't understand Emperor Shi."

Xu Shi finally got up and looked at Donghai's direction and remained silent for a long time.

The appearance of one of the first emperor's twelve golden men made him toss and turn, and could never rest his heart. It also allowed the two thousand or two hundred years of fear to finally ferment. Finally, Xu Wei sighed in silence and took out the weapons he used when he left China.

Stepped out of the East China Sea and came to China.

Within a few days of learning the news,

He had to at least figure out what happened to the tomb of the First Emperor.

If this matter is not resolved.

Even if he had become the **** king of a place, he still couldn't settle down in his heart.

Inside the Cross Nestorianism.

Xiang Hongbao focused on his own affairs, trying to figure out and master the more professional and effective method of sacrifice from angels. This matter is only known to the elderly who raised his two brothers, so in the past few days, Did not stir up any waves.

And inside the flower shop not far from the Nestorian church.

Xiang Hongyu is still tidying up his flower field. Everyone knows that he is looking for the most beautiful poppy flower. It has been almost ten years, which actually made the Nestorian monks who watched him grow up. Sigh of relief.

Because of Xiang Hongyu's character, he was not so calm and calm at the beginning.

At the beginning, he was extremely domineering and self-sufficient. If he didn't take care of it, he didn't know what would happen, but there was an embarrassing thing. Xiang Hongyu's power was too strong. If Xiang Hongbao was involved, he would be carried away. When I got up and beaten up, I changed to Xiang Hongyu. It is very likely that they were beaten.

Everything changed because one day it rained heavily and a believer brought a poppy flower.

Although no one knew what Xiang Hongyu meant by the most beautiful poppies.

He didn't even know it himself.

He is still looking tirelessly.

While looking at the botany thesis, he recorded the points of interest beside him. It was on the table a few days ago. After Xiang Hongbao left, he found the broken gun at the door. He didn't know it himself. Why would I bring this gun blade in?

However, because of the reasons for cleanliness, Xiang Hongyu quite disgustedly brushed the blade of this gun for more than two hours, brushing it straight as the new one, and then placed it on the table satisfactorily. At this time, There was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Is it Hongbao?"

Xiang Hongyu agreed. Wearing a blue shirt, he opened the two buttons on it. The shirt was muscular and angular. The cuffs were rolled up and his arms were exposed. He shouted, and he would only wear it when he was reading. The rimless glasses were placed on the book, dressed in lazy home furnishings, and wearing slippers walked over to open the door.

Wei Yuan's feet were fast, and he easily caught up with the large group of troops.

Most people, whether they are researchers, or the practitioners who have mixed in the team with their central thinking, everyone's attention has been occupied by this huge and vast underground palace, and they have not noticed that anyone is silent. The ground broke away from the large army, and hurried back quietly.

Only Zhang Shaorong found him and said: "Where did you go, A Yuan?"

"Why didn't I see you?"

Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Shaorong, paused, and replied, "Look at the style of the pottery figurines next to him."

"Compared with the outside, it's a lot more detailed, so I'm a little surprised to see it."

Zhang Shaorong smiled openly: "Normally, the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum are arranged according to the army. They were developed before, and most of them were just former soldiers. The highest rank is a great man, who should be a general of the former army. It should be the Chinese Army."

"Different corps, the details of the armor may be changed to distinguish subordinates."

"We should be somewhere between the inner city and the outer city now."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The words of former friends resounded in my heart.

There are two walls inside and outside, with gates on all sides of the city wall, forming a gift of the emperor with three gates.

The real underground palace is completely modeled after Xianyang.

"Things die as things live."

The friend in the memory sighed that Zhang Shaorong, who was next to him, said this sentence at exactly this moment. Wei Yuan paused and looked at the young researcher next to him. The researcher turned and smiled: "What's the matter?"

"…fine."

Zhang Shaorong smiled, then took out a bottle of Bingfeng and threw it to Wei Yuan, smiling: "I just bought it."

"Are you thirsty?"

Wei Yuan said: "A little bit..."

It seems to be a habit since the Qin Dynasty. Every time he fights and fights, he will do his best, and every time he will be exhausted and need to drink water. He was just considering whether to use a spell to get some water, but now Zhang Shaorong actually brought it. Come over with a drink.

This thing tastes much better than the water produced by spells.

Wei Yuan's throat moved, and said, "Is it inappropriate to drink Bingfeng in this place?"

Zhang Shaorong blinked and smiled: "Are you going to drink alcohol secretly?"

"Forget it."

Wei Yuan took Bingfeng and opened the bottle cap with the hilt of the sword that had been blindfolded. He touched Zhang Shaorong, flashed a flashlight, and walked between the outer city and the inner city, during which he exchanged some thoughts. , Wei Yuan said: "Shaorong, after this incident, will you comment on the title?"

Zhang Shaorong said: "Probably so."

Wei Yuan said, "Going to have a drink later?"

Zhang Shaorong smiled and said, "That's okay, I will definitely drink you down."

The two of them walked behind, but suddenly there was a commotion in front of them. They looked at each other, their complexion changed, Qi Qi quickened their pace and ran up, separated the crowd, looked over, and found a new one here. Tomb with burial.

"It's a funerary tomb. Compared with the funerary tomb of an ordinary craftsman, it has a higher specification."

"This is an official, and it's not a low official. Such a person would logically not be buried."

Dong Yuefeng muttered to himself, his face full of puzzlement.

The tomb inside was opened, and a man, already turned into bones, was lying there.

Scattered bamboo slips are all over the floor.

"It's the theory of the Mohist school!"

"This is Qin Mo's last generation of giants!"

Everyone exclaimed, there was a rare surprise in their voices. Wei Yuan looked at the white bones, but suddenly recalled the shameless but stunningly talented Qin Mo giant who cast twelve gold figures and built the structure of the first emperor's mausoleum. .

'You two make a choice. '

'One person will be the Jieji Lang, and he will be responsible for guarding your Majesty outside, and the other will be the young mansion to manage the prisoners. '

'I'm coming, Yuan, I've long wanted to be a general...'

Inside the noise, Wei Yuan looked like an outsider, looking at the white bones, he seemed to remember that rough but arrogant face and still immature himself.

Inside the tomb, it must be the most important thing for the owner of the tomb.

There are only scattered bamboo slips. After more than two thousand years, the text on this is still very clear. It is what everyone expected and the most important harvest. Wei Yuan walked in and found no trace of the sword of the Mo family. He turned his head and looked. To Zhang Shaorong leaned down.

Looking at the white bone, he finally sighed, took something out of his arms and placed it beside the white bone.

It's walnuts and raisins.

The last is a mobile phone.

No one noticed his movements.

Except Wei Yuan.

Zhang Shaorong glanced at Wei Yuan and said: "He must have built the Mausoleum of the First Emperor for the last time. He feels that he has no regrets in his heart, so he will choose to be a funeral and bury himself here. Looking at these bamboo slips, he is already prepared. ."

"I want to always stay in front of my greatest masterpiece."

"Before this idea, life and death is not a big deal anymore. No matter who it is, you can't choose how to be born, but you can choose to leave the world in the way you like."

Some people stayed here, collecting and sorting out this part of the Mohist classics.

The rest are going to continue to explore.

At this time, Dong Yuefeng stood up. After all, he was getting older. At this moment, his eyes suddenly became dark, and he fell a step directly behind. After the blue brick was stepped on, there was a crisp sound of organs. Changed, shouted loudly.

"Get down!"

A number of organ crossbows appeared on the surrounding walls.

The sturdy crossbow shot out. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The Wu Lei Lu Taoist who followed raised his hand to cast a spell, but I don't know why, his spells weren't even able to perform at least 10% of the original effect, so he could barely stop all the deadly bows and crossbows, and Dong Yuefeng But there is a way to stop the purchase and fall directly.

Wei Yuan was next to him, and directly grabbed the old man.

Immediately I felt the weirdness of this pothole, and a huge force pulled him down.

Wei Yuan's mind turned and stepped on.

Zhang Shaorong subconsciously grabbed his cuff, and at this time, Zhang Shaorong was just an ordinary person. He was staggered and fell straight down. The mechanism was shut down instantly, and everyone was shocked into a cold sweat, full of silence.

But Wei Yuan three people are no longer here.

PS: The second more today...

Three thousand two hundred words, there should be one more. In writing, the number of words may be slightly less~

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