I, the last yin-yang embroidery master

Swap your life for your life.

I only want to enter the underground palace of the First Emperor again.

It is enough to see how deep the obsession is.

But now.

Yao Wuwu, who was in the dungeon, looked at the scene in front of him.

Trembling, pale, and covered in cold sweat.

At this time in the dungeon.

The three of Faqiu Zhonglang General, the Mountain Mover, and the Jieling Lux were kneeling on the ground.

His eyes were wide and he stared at Yao Wuwu.

The body was covered with wounds, large and small, which were also filled with mercury.

If you want to describe it in one word.

That is.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

And that's not all.

The reason why Yao Wuwu shuddered all over his body and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word was because.

The giant sword named Long Yuan.

At this time, it was in the hands of General Faqiu Zhonglang, and it penetrated the chest of the mountain movers.

The mountain movers, on the other hand, are holding a probe needle.

There was still blood on it that had not yet dried up, hanging from the tip of the needle.

Yao Wuwu swallowed hard.

Legs stiffened in the other direction, looking again from the side.

In the temples of the unloading wrestlers.

There was a dark wound with a pinprick in the needle.

Blood flowed from his head to his body.

Yao Wuwu opened his mouth.

Can't say a word.

He had thought of countless possible scenarios, but it had never been like this.

From three dead companions.

A conclusion is evident from the various scars on the body.

Maybe.

There is no such thing as a bone general.

All the wounds are their own doing...

Come to think of it.

Yao Wuwu collapsed and squatted down.

Reach out and grasp the dirt of the dungeon.

There was confusion in his eyes.

He looked around carefully.

The entire dungeon was covered in broken wood and dust.

The same spotlessly clean as I had seen before.

Far from it.

It can be said that it is.

It's a world of difference.

Yao Wuwu didn't know what kind of mood he was in now.

I only felt chills all over my body, and my heart was extremely sour.

A desperate emotion.

It spilled from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, it is not the White Bone General who is responsible for it at all.

It's all there.

It's all vain.

Although the four of them held their breath at the time.

But the mercury that was evaporating in the air had already seeped into their bodies.

Mercury is highly toxic.

Suck it up and start the illusion.

Coupled with the strong hope and desire in the hearts of the four people.

The nerves are completely eroded.

Order of the First Emperor, General White Bone, Dragon Yuan Divine Sword.

It's all there.

All this !!

All after they were unknowingly poisoned.

The illusion that came up with it.

Actually, there are three of them.

It's not being hunted down by the White Bone General at all.

But.

Cannibalism.

Bitterness, sadness, disbelief, and so on poured out.

Yao Wuwu pounded the ground with his hands, looking sad.

Like a walking corpse, he walked up to the three of his peers who were kneeling on the ground.

Slowly close their eyes.

Even if there are already various speculations in the mind.

But there is still that last glimmer of hope.

Hold the Luoyang shovel in your hand.

Breathe in dirty air filtered by gas masks.

Look into the depths of the enclosed and dark dungeon.

Staggered forward step by step.

Walk through the second dungeon.

Walk through the third dungeon.

When stepping on the junction of the third and fourth dungeon.

Yao Wuwu began to hesitate and began to hesitate.

He was afraid.

The moment I saw the truth.

Even that last hope will be gone.

Let alone.

Recreate the glory of tomb robbing.

Inner struggle.

I didn't dare to take that last step.

I don't know how long it has been.

Yao Wuwu took a deep breath.

towards the fourth dungeon.

That is, the underground palace that Meng Tian guarded before.

Stiff legs.

There was a mist of water on the gas masks.

A dimly lit dungeon.

It's like an unopened blind box.

Proceed with the illumination of the bright spots.

The specific situation of the underground palace is also gradually revealed.

After seeing the junction of the last dungeon.

Yao Wuwu was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed out loud with an emotional breakdown.

Laughing forward and backward.

Laughter flowed sideways.

I can't laugh straight.

The laughter was followed by a whimper of pain.

Hit his head on the ground in pain.

At the junction.

The place where the bones of General Meng Tian once guarded.

There were still some standing white bones in armor there.

Only.

I don't know how old it is, and the bones have long been yellowed.

Pile it up.

It's like being thrown aside.

Yao Wuwu was a few seconds later.

Gather all your emotions and have a calm face like a walking corpse.

Now him.

I don't know why.

I hope that the majestic voice will sound again.

Even if it is an order.

but it is okay to put him to death.

That will prove it.

All of it.

It's not what they imagined.

Yao Wuwu walked towards the next underground palace gate.

Stop with both feet.

It seemed to be expecting the voice.

But.

Until he walked to the door of the fifth underground palace.

Further.

It is the tomb of the First Emperor.

Can be around the scene.

But there was not the slightest movement.

There is no majestic order.

Even the white bones under his feet.

It's all covered in ashes.

Yao Wuwu stretched out his trembling hand and pressed it against the huge stone door.

To push it away hard.

But he was afraid.

What awaited him was that despair.

Even the last remaining hope is gone.

Yao Wuwu stared at the pile of white bones under his feet.

showed an extremely confused look.

The underground palace is so quiet that there is not a trace of sound.

The dead silence is like even a thin needle dropping, which can clearly reach the ear.

Yao Wuwu's hand pressed on the stone door.

A little bit of clenching.

Until the knuckles are white and blue!

After a deep exhale.

Yao Wuwu seems to have made up his mind.

Take the gas mask off your head.

Mercury floating in the air.

Instantly eroded towards his mouth and nose.

Mercury is highly volatile.

It is absorbed more quickly in the human body.

Just less than three years.

Yao Wuwu felt that his brain was paralyzed, and his eyes were a little red.

With the only remaining wisp of clarity.

Use all your strength to push open the last stone door.

Push open the door.

At a glance.

The gold is splendid, and the glazed jade is all over the place.

Nine real dragons hovered above the building, fangs and claws, showing their majesty.

The steps are closely connected.

The dragon chair is located at the top.

There is one more person on top of the dragon chair.

Wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head.

Holding a gold pen, he reviewed the folds.

This place.

It shouldn't be described as an underground palace.

It is the land of the early dynasties of the emperor.

Yao Wuwu stood in place with an excited expression, and there was a kind of surprise that he had lost and recovered.

The First Emperor stopped writing with the golden pen.

He took out a dragon-wrapped sword from the side and threw it on the ground.

Without even raising his head, he said in a majestic voice.

"Trespassing on the court. "

"Death. "

Yao Wuwu looked at the dragon entwining sword on the ground, his head lowered, and he didn't know what his mood was.

He stood in silence and did not move for half a minute.

The First Emperor snorted coldly, raised his head sharply and shouted.

"Above the court, what do you mean by such hesitation? "

"General Meng!"

"Where is it located!!

Yao Wuwu heard the sound of armor coming from behind him.

Grim smiles.

There were tears in his smile.

didn't wait for the so-called Meng Tian to appear.

Straight forward and picked up the dragon sword.

Clasp your hands together on your left chest.

Looking at the first emperor's resolute face, he laughed and said.

"Today. "

"I, Yao Wuwu, reproduce the glory of touching the golden vein. "

"Now. "

"Die without regrets. "

"Hahaha!!"

Then his hands stabbed hard into his chest.

The sharpness of the dragon-wrapping sword pierced the left chest directly.

The heart stops beating instantly.

A wisp of red blood flowed from the corner of Yao Wuwu's mouth.

An irresistible sense of detachment and exhaustion swept through his body.

The vision became more and more blurry, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Yao Wuwu looked at the golden court in front of him.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he muttered something in his mouth.

"Heavy... Reappear, touch the glory of gold... Glory..."

A second later.

Pupils dilated.

There is no more life.

The so-called splendid underground palace has all disappeared at this moment.

Only remained.

A dark dungeon without the slightest light.

and a coffin made of golden silk nanmu, standing horizontally in the dungeon.

As for.

Resplendent gold, glazed jade, nine true dragons and so on.

Long gone.

Or so to speak.

There was never any...

The tomb of the first emperor, the tomb of the ancestral dragon, is still buried deep in Lishan.

Suspended mercury.

It's like a galaxy, still steaming.

Piles of white bones.

Covered in ash and lifeless, the hollow eyes in the skull glittered red.

Flying Golden Swallow.

After three days, return to the land of morning bells and dusk drums, waiting for the next round of spring equinox.

Above the empty and strange underground palace.

Listen carefully.

There seems to be a burst of sound of reviewing the recital...

......

......

The next day.

Su Yu just opened the door.

Jiang Xue walked from the paper shop with a heavy face.

walked into the store without politeness, sat on the sofa, and said slowly.

"Dead. "

"He was stabbed in the heart with a sword and died. "

"Early this morning. "

"I got up and found that on the left chest of the paper man, there was a chest that was worn in pairs. "

"After using the technique of grafting flowers and grafting, Li Dai Taozhuang. "

"The final death of the bitter master will also be shown on the paper man. "

"That's what it says. "

"He's dead now..."

Su Yu heard this.

After a pause, he sighed and said.

"This situation. "

"It's no surprise. "

"I just hope. "

"He can in a sense. "

"Get what you want. "

"Since they're all here. "

"Have a morning tea and go back to the store..."

After all that's said.

Su Yu shook his head, picked up a box of tea from the side, and began to brew it slowly.

Jiang Xue also showed regret on her face, biting her lip and nodding lightly.

That's right.

Cheng Banxian's extremely solemn voice sounded outside the door.

"Su Yu, are you done?"

"If there's nothing to do right now, come to my shop. "

After all that's said.

Cheng Banxian left from the door and returned to his shop.

Su Yu, who was about to make a cup of tea, stopped his movements, and his eyes became a little solemn at the same time.

It must not be simple to make Cheng Banxian so dignified.

So I put away the teapot.

said to Jiang Xue who was sitting on the sofa.

"You sit down here. "

"I'll go see what's important to your uncle. "

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked towards Cheng Banxian's shop.

Walk into the store.

Lao Lin was already sitting silently on the side, his expression was equally grim.

There are also three teacups on the coffee table, and clear tea is poured.

Su Yu didn't need Cheng Banxian to say more, he sat directly on the sofa and asked in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, Cheng Banxian?"

"All of a sudden, so nervous?"

Cheng Banxian's brows tightened, and the whole person was a little absent-minded.

Hearing what Su Yu asked, he sighed deeply and said.

"What's the matter, it's not the dead willow blind man. "

"I said I was going to try it by myself, but now I am not only blind, but I also have a broken hand. "

"Finally, I couldn't help it, so I came to us for help. "

Lao Lin, who was sitting silently on the side, also said slowly at this time.

"Cheng Banxian, don't talk about the blind man. "

"It's just his obsession. "

"They won't be willing to come to us for help unless they have to. "

"You should tell Su Yu about the specific situation of the blind man. "

"Su Yu has only been in Yin for less than a year, so he shouldn't know about the blind man. "

Cheng Banxian nodded, turned his head to look at Su Yu, and said regretfully.

"As I said before, the blind man Liu used witchcraft to make him supernatural, but he suddenly disappeared ten years ago. "

"It seems quite strange, but there is something else to hide. "

Cheng Banxian took a sip of the teacup and continued to say in a deep voice.

"Before that, I told you that Blind Liu now plans to use people to make witch Gu and rob people from God. "

"I guess you also have some doubts, why the blind man Liu is a yin person. "

"How dare you use people to make witchcraft with such evil, and you haven't been retributed. "

"Before, because I was entrusted by the blind man Liu to help him hide it, I didn't tell you the specific situation. "

"Now that Blind Liu is asking us for help, naturally this matter is not a secret between the three of us. "

"Blind Liu actually planned to use her deceased wife to make witch Gu. "

"In vain, he tried to bring back the dead from God's hands. "

"Isn't that a little appalling, you say?"

Originally, he was still listening carefully to what Cheng Banxian said about Su Yu.

At this time, he also showed a look of disbelief.

There may be a way to prolong life.

For example, Zhuge Wolong's seven-star lantern, or borrowing longevity from the Ten Palaces of Hades, and so on.

But raise up the dead.

The things involved here are far from simple.

Although Su Yu was once in Hong Kong City, he rescued the dead who was bitten by zombies.

But that's because the bitter master shouldn't have died like this.

It took a catastrophe to lead to this situation, so there was only a chance left.

To save people who have been dead for ten years.

This situation.

Needless to say, how difficult it is.

Cheng Banxian also sighed again.

"Favored. "

"You should reciprocate the favor. "

"This thing. "

"What are you going to do..."