The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era

Get-rich-quick means are often difficult to explain, such as tomb robbing.

Du Qianqian's destination is called King Shiyin Karst Cave, which is not far away. It is only 15 miles away from the station. Silla is very small, so go and return quickly.

After walking for 10 minutes, Du Qianqian saw a black shared bicycle beside the damaged road, so he rode it and continued to pedal to his destination. No need to spend money, after the company that ran it went bankrupt, its software was cracked by hacker groups without cameras, and since then they have become real shared vehicles that anyone can ride.

If you have to pay, why call it sharing? Du Qianqian thought to himself. Isn't it a tool that companies use to make money? However, if it can't make a profit, the company has no incentive to develop these things.

Not right, why develop shared bikes? With such advanced technology, how difficult is it to equip every person in the world with 100 bicycles. Du Qianqian was thinking wildly as he rode.

Soon she received a short message from Yoshioka Mizuhiro.

"Where is it?" Mizuhiro Yoshioka asked.

"Outside." Du Qianqian replied vaguely.

"Pay attention to safety." Yoshioka Mizuhiko added a smiley face at the end of the text message, "You should go out in the shuttle."

This kind of concern made Du Qianqian feel at a loss. She felt that they were all cheap emotions, and she was also a cheap witch. Du Qianqian looked forward, the wilderness and hills were shrouded in the dark night, and the King Shiyin Karst Cave was located in the demilitarized zone at the southern foot of Yaoyin Mountain, which was quite desolate.

Wait until daytime?

That would be too slow.

"It's not far, I'll go take a look." Du Qianqian replied. She estimates it's only 15 miles away

At least to see what the tomb looks like, Du Qianqian has always been bold and unscrupulous.

Riding a bicycle, riding a bicycle, it's boring; Du Qianqian didn't like to think, but riding a bicycle at night was so boring that she couldn't help but start thinking.

One-third of the witch's thinking is made up of memories. Now, what she remembers the most is the few times she went out to play with the boss, and every time she made new discoveries. She couldn't help but want to go out with the boss a few more times, but that was too difficult.

Reach for what you want! Such a creed is deeply ingrained in Du Qianqian's heart. There is always a chance.

Du Qianqian saw a dark thing moving in the distance of the road.

She didn't know what was approaching, and hurriedly pushed the bicycle into the dry field of the roadside bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a large armored vehicle drove over, telling Du Qianqian that he was lucky to avoid him quickly. The armored vehicle was painted with the identification number of the K2 regiment, and the headlights were damaged, so the light was weak, casting a faint brownish-yellow shadow in the dark. It was full of people, all of them soldiers from the Shilla Company, which obviously violated the norms. Even the machine gun barrels, anti-aircraft gun platforms, rear fuel tanks and armored skirts were all seated, and the armored vehicles were used as troop transport vehicles on the road. gallop.

She saw little sparks in the dark where they were smoking, and lots of bright phone screens illuminating the sad faces of the soldiers.

Now Du Qianqian can see clearly that the Silla people look very similar to the Xia people. The only difference is that the Xia people hardly dye their hair. Fashion; the use of cosmetic prostheses is also very common, transforming a more three-dimensional nose, double eyelid, thin chin and sharp lips, especially if they are people from Xingping South Road, they are more likely to be infected with the so-called fashion, even soldiers Butter noodles.

Du Qianqian saw that they were carrying all kinds of sundries on their shoulders, including pots and pans, food, water, and daily necessities in bamboo baskets. It seemed that they had just been transferred from some barracks. brought.

After the armored vehicle passed, Du Qianqian rode his bike forward for five miles, only to see a looted village with about a hundred households.

The smell of dead people.

Du Qianqian turned into a black fire commando, and went to the village to check. The fresh corpses were thrown in the ditch, and eight or nine people fell to the ground. I don’t know if it was because they had been poured gasoline and ignited, or because of the righteousness on their bodies. The body exploded, and the corpses were charred black. She turned her head and saw a row of men dead with their backs against the wall, sitting on the base of the wall, with bullet holes from the abdomen to the chest, neat.

She didn't see any survivors, blood was still flowing everywhere, the door was closed at night, and there were no relics on the road. Two Rebel soldiers were stabbed in the stomach after they were killed and tied to a tree in what appeared to be a show of anger.

This village seems to have been forgotten, and only a third-party evaluation agency that verifies the data will include it as a reference.

Du Qianqian looked at the darkness around him. This was a piece of rubble in front of him, a number in ten years, a placeholder in a hundred years.

cheap! Du Qianqian laughed in his heart.

100 funds can buy 300 rounds of bullets, kill 100 people, and a person earns 2 million in a lifetime, which eliminates 200 million, which is not equivalent to exchange at all.

Du Qianqian was daring, and walked around the village again to check the dead body to see if there was any living person, but she really told her to find one who was pretending to be dead.

A man covered in mud was lying on the ground, blending himself with the muddy quagmire at the entrance of the village, so he avoided the catastrophe. When Du Qianqian kicked him, he couldn't take it anymore and let out a whimper.

"Forgive me—forgive me—" he whispered, his mouth and nose covered in stinky mud, so the sound was different.

"You're lucky." Du Qianqian took out two nutritional ointments from his pocket and threw them at him, then left the slaughtered village without looking back.

She continued to move forward and arrived at the King Shiyin Karst Cave an hour later.

The entire cave is located in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The surface part is a palace-style semi-underground entrance, made of white rock. There are staggered seals at the entrance, which are covered with symbols written in secret writing. The seal seems to have been left untouched for a long time. Trembling slightly.

Attempts by tourism companies to develop the site into an attraction have not worked, leaving only an abandoned ticket booth. Du Qianqian can see the reason for the failure of the operation. This place is really ghostly. Except for Du Qianqian, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, who would dare to visit such a ghostly place.

The two columns are separated to the left and right. The left column is engraved with the personal life of the defunct prince Li Yan. Du Qianqian held up his mobile phone and illuminated it with light. The column recorded his story in half-literal text. Li Yan was extremely wise since childhood, and was able to communicate with people, gods and ghosts. He learned the recipe for refining tools and alchemy from ancient books. Later, he favored Dao Gong Shifa and the capable fairies.

Inscribed on the right column is an oath, written by the chief of ceremonies at that time, criticizing Li Yan's ascension to the throne, not asking about the government, being suspicious, and executing dissidents frequently. Yan's rebellious actions will bring disaster to Xinluo, so in accordance with the law, Li Yan was imprisoned in the depths of King Shiyin's karst cave, thinking that his tomb would never be found.

In this way, the defunct prince Li Yan was trapped in the depths of the cemetery until he died of starvation. There are many things buried with him, not only gold and silver jewelry, but also the results of his exploration of immortality.

Invaluable. Du Qianqian thought to himself.

She walked forward step by step. Du Qianqian was trained as a spy, and his senses were sharp, and he could tell the way forward without light. She bent over and slid under the seal so as not to break it, but she still felt that something had touched her, and she felt a drum in her heart. If there was some kind of restriction on the seal, she should have already triggered it.

A dead ancient man. Du Qianqian comforted himself. What's there to be afraid of? Could it be that it has practiced immortality and came to attack itself like a zombie?

Du Qianqian was heartbroken and entered the cemetery.

She saw quite a few soldiers died in the corridor she had just entered, and was surprised to find that they were all company soldiers of modern entertainment. She crouched down and used her fingertips to discern the cause of their deaths. They were all killed by sharp weapons and their size The extremely astonishing sharp weapon was as if it was suddenly cut open by some giant axe. The corpse was very fresh, as if it had died recently.

Did they touch the seal? When Du Qianqian looked back, he could still see the moonlight shining on the entrance, casting bright white spots.

Du Qian moved away from these dead corpses, thinking about getting Li Yan's treasure, thinking about what he had to be afraid of! So he changed from the image of the black fire commando to the image of a professional explorer. This person has been on the cover of an outdoor survival magazine. In this way, Du Qianqian feels more emboldened, as if he also has the courage and survival of that explorer. Skill.

The cemetery is built according to the trend of the cave, twists and turns, and the general trend is getting deeper and deeper.

This is also related to the secret beliefs of ancient Silla. Their death worship is quite special. It is believed that after death, the soul will sink or float. If it sinks, it will enter the underworld and reincarnate into different creatures. possible. If you ascend, you will have the opportunity to cast into the starry sky and reincarnate into a fairy who can manipulate reality, that is, a knowledgeable and capable existence, which is different from ordinary people.

Therefore, the tombs of the monarchs of the Li Dynasty were built as high as possible, while the tombs of the defunct prince Li Yan meandered downwards and were bottomless.

Du Qianqian walked for ten minutes, and when she turned around, she couldn't see any light or a way back.

The surrounding air is humid, the narrow tomb passage can only allow a maximum of two people to walk side by side, the walls are wet and uneven, not even ash, stalagmites can be seen everywhere soaked in shallow water, the stalactite pickets on the top of the head sometimes drip dew, fall to the ground with noise, traces of artificial objects Rarely, she could only see bronze candlesticks embedded in the narrow corridors, but not a single candle was lit.

There is water here, and Li Yan can live for many days even if he is locked up here. Du Qianqian thought to himself.

It is very likely that in order to survive, he broke through the undead spell at the last moment of his life.

Du Qianqian looked at the eroded corridor in front of him, and felt even more apprehensive. If he had a fight with the living dead Li Yan in this cemetery, it would be quite scary.

But after thinking about it, if Li Yan was killed, he would sell his body back.

How much money can be sold?

Du Qianqian stood there, shaking with excitement because of his thoughts. A Li Yan who has lived for five hundred years! With so much ancient secret knowledge in his head, it can be sold for at least 100 million! If it dies, it will definitely be discounted, but it is also worth 10 to 20 million yuan. Wealth freedom beckoned to Du Qianqian at the bottom of the cave, and she couldn't help but go down.

Longevity, money, whatever is called Du Qianqian's heart.

She walked down cautiously and greedily, and the path under her feet gradually changed, from the original stone soil to a corridor paved with large blue bricks, and the narrow corridor gradually widened. The final connection is a stone palace!

There are bluestone walls on both sides, and a solid dome on top. The bronze torch is always on beside Du Qianqian, illuminating a huge black door in front of her.

Du Qianqian held his breath.

The door was too big, too beautiful, and too heavy, and Du Qianqian didn't know if she could push it open with her strength. But Li Yan must be behind this door. If she pushed the door open, Li Yan would have noticed it.

Her heart was beating wildly, she was sweating profusely, and she just felt like it was a disaster to be in such a deep place.

She squatted on the ground, pressed frantically on her mobile phone, and wrote a death letter of several hundred words, thanking the boss, thanking Lord Farosha, thanking 101, 102, thanking Yoshioka Mizuhiro, thanking Shijin Building and the Witch Council.

If something happened, the death letter would definitely not be released, but Du Qianqian didn't care, he got it.

go in.

Du Qianqian pressed the solid stone gate with both hands, pressed his body forward, his feet firmly against the ground, used it as a fulcrum, and put his entire weight on the stone gate, allowing it to move slowly.

Shimen opened a crack, and Du Qianqian was able to see what was going on inside.

She stopped pushing and looked in with one eye, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the coffin in the middle of the stone room.

I heard that Farosa was dug out of the coffin. Du Qianqian swallowed his saliva. Lord Farosha is a priceless treasure, is UU reading www.uukanshu.com billions? Then the coffin in front of him must be worth a lot of money, and Li Yan must be in it.

She was thinking wildly, and while speeding up the door, the door opened more and more, and the damp and cold wind swept out, pounced on Du Qianqian, entangled like hundreds of wronged souls, Du Qianqian's cowardice and greed competed with each other, In the end, greed prevailed, forcing her to keep pushing. When the door opened a gap of about 50 centimeters, she turned sideways and squeezed hard.

At this time, Du Qianqian vaguely saw a figure behind the door, so frightened that her heart stopped for a while, and she still had lingering fears when she squeezed through the door.

what is that?

Calm down, calm down... Du Qianqian thought to himself. Then bravely walked to the central sarcophagus.

Will Li Yan hide himself inside to sleep?

Or did he die here forever?

Du Qianqian looked around and saw no trace of the abolished prince Li Yan, nor did he continue to see the figure.

She pushed open the coffin cover with force, just like opening the door. She first opened a gap of several tens of centimeters, and then looked inside, but it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, only what seemed to be a pair of bones and feet.

Is Li tired of dying? Du Qianqian wanted to see the specific content, and with both hands, he pushed the lid of the coffin, which weighed about ten kilograms, to the outside.

"What are you doing here?"

Hearing someone talking behind him, Du Qianqian softened.

"I, I, I—" Du Qianqian wanted to say something intensely, but he couldn't say a word, and after a while he choked out a few words, "I'm here... looking for the technique of immortality."

A moment of silence.

"I have found Li Yan's immortality technique." The voice behind him continued.

Du Qianqian turned his head.

She saw a tall, cold woman with white hair and red eyes.

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