Returning from the full level: I have covered that sick child

——The king is the forerunner and the backer.Those who abandoned the people and escaped are turtles.Since I am a king, I shall share troubles with the people!

This sentence is the last sentence that the last emperor in the world, Shenyin He'an, decided to stay in the infected area and live and die with the infected subjects.

After saying that, he walked into the infected area without hesitation, without looking back.

Today's Shenwu world has several major factions, among which the most powerful co-existing faction crazily advocates Shenyin He'an.

The members of the coexistence faction are almost all descendants of the original ancient Xia kingdom.

After going to Shenwu Realm, the coexisting factions will never have an emperor, because in their hearts, Shenyin He'an is the eternal emperor who will never fall.

And the last sentence that Shenyin Hean left them was also written in their textbooks to warn and educate future generations, let them remember Shenyin Hean's meritorious contribution, and let them remember the sacrifice of the infected.

When Huo Wen'an finished speaking, the whole tower seemed to become silent.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of rattling mechanism, coming from the carved wooden wall in front of them.

Song Chi's eyes were full of astonishment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Huo Wen'an, and blurted out, "What did you just say?"

Song Chi had never heard this sentence before, and he said thoughtfully: "I don't read much, maybe I haven't read a book, and I don't know much about history."

Song Chi asked Xu Xingguang: "Boss, do you know which celebrity said this?"

Xu Xingguang didn't know either, but she could guess, "Shen Yin He An."

"Shenyin He'an." Song Chi frowned, and he said, "If there wasn't a fault in civilization, the name of Shenyin He'an should have appeared frequently in history books."

But the history books of the secular world don't even have this person's name.

How sad.

"Uncle." Song Chi was full of suspicion, "How do you know what Shenyin He'an said?"

Huo Wen'an himself couldn't tell why.

He and Xu Xingguang looked at each other, and had a deeper guess in his heart.

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The organs inside the carved wall continuously made knocking sounds one after another. The sound sounded like knocking on porcelain, which was a piece of music.

Xu Xingguang closed her eyes, and played the non-existent piano with her fingertips in the void. With her super memory, she memorized the melody on the spot.

Opening her eyes, she was deeply shocked, "This should be a piece of Requiem."

"Soul Requiem?" Song Chi didn't know the melody, so he asked, "The so-called Requiem for Soul is just a simple song, or is it really a song that has the power of soul repression?"

"It's not certain, there are many messy requiems in the world, but those songs are just some ordinary pieces of music. As far as I know, there are indeed people who can create requiems, but the creators of such songs , They are all people with stronger mental power.”

On the Holy Spirit Continent, there are some cultivators who can use their spiritual power to condense musical instruments and compose music.And the music they created with spiritual power has all kinds of magical effects.

I just don't know if this soul song has a soul-soothing effect.

Rumble!
The carved wooden wall in front of them split apart automatically, turning into countless lifelike flowers.The flowers are closely connected, presenting a wooden staircase.

Stairs lead to the top of the tower.

The three of them looked at each other, Huo Wen'an put away his lazy look, and said, "I'm at the front, Xingguang follows me, Song Chi, you are at the back."

"it is good."

The carved wooden ladder had weird and complicated shapes, and it was not smooth to step on it, but Huo Wen'an took every step calmly.

Xu Xingguang and Song Chi followed his footsteps step by step.

At the end of the carved wooden stairs was a circular altar, on which was placed a pitch-black coffin.

The three of them stared at the coffin, not daring to take it lightly.

Song Chi took out a handful of mints from his pocket and sprinkled them on the ground. The mints arrived at the coffin without seeing the mechanism start.

"There are no traps." Xu Xingguang said: "Locks are the most complicated and difficult traps in the world. In closed places with locks, there are generally no traps inside."

"Because it's unnecessary."

Nine out of ten people who can successfully open the lock and enter the inside are the descendants of the locked space who can be trusted.

If it weren't for the descendants of future generations, those who can unlock the lock and break into the interior with their own abilities, other institutions will not be able to stop them.

Nodding his head, Song Chi said that he learned something new today.

Walking towards the dark sarcophagus, Huo Wen'an tried to push it, but he only pushed the coffin board an inch with all his strength.

The three of them worked together to move the coffin board.

Song Chichao glanced into the coffin curiously, and exclaimed, "How could it be!"

"Huh?" Huo Wen'an slightly turned his head to look into the dark coffin, but he didn't see the emperor's bones.

Inside, there was only one sword.

"It's the sword mound. The real Shenyin He'an jumped into the Kunze Mountains a long time ago. This sword should be his sword during his lifetime."

Xu Xingguang said to Song Chi, "Pick it up and have a look."

Song Chi hesitated for a moment before reaching for the sword.

As soon as his fingertips touched the blade, the back of his hand was burned by an invisible flame. "Hiss!" Song Chi withdrew his hand suddenly, turned over the back of his hand and saw that the skin on the back of his hand was scorched.

Song Chi's expression kept changing.

As if conjuring, Xu Xingguang took out a small ointment from his pocket and threw it to Song Chi, "Smear it on, and it will scab tomorrow."

Song Chi just nodded.

Xu Xingguang said to Huo Wenan again: "Go and try."

Without the slightest hesitation, Huo Wen'an reached out for the sword.

When he held all the hilt of the sword in his hand, Song Chi didn't wait until Huo Wen'an was injured.

He looked strange.

This sword recognizes the master.

Huo Wen'an was its owner.

Song Chi was not stupid, he guessed Huo Wen'an's identity when he thought of what Huo Wen'an said earlier and the reaction of the sword.

What Huo Wen'an held in his hand was a sword shaped like a bamboo joint and made of neither iron nor steel.

The body of the sword is pitch black, and the word 'Shenyin' is written on the hilt in red.

"How do you feel?" Xu Xingguang asked Huo Wen'an.

Huo Wen'an shook his head, "No, I just think it's quite heavy."

"How much?"

Huo Wen'an handed the sword to Xu Xingguang, and he said, "Try it."

Although Xu Xingguang was already mentally prepared, but when the sword fell into her palm, it still softened her entire arm.

She frowned and exhausted all her strength to barely pick it up.

"It's Feitie, a very rare meteorite iron. I once knew a man who had a longbow made of Feitie. When fully drawn, the bow has a range of thousands of miles."

"Fei iron is the perfect meteorite for making weapons. Because of it, a deadly battle broke out." That is a piece of history in the interstellar world.

"I didn't expect that Shenyin He'an would have such a good treasure."

Huo Wen'an saw that Xu Xingguang was sweating on his forehead, so he quickly took the sword away. "It's weird, I just think it's a bit heavy, but not so much that I can't lift it."

"Because it recognizes the Lord."

It recognizes the Lord.

Xu Xingguang almost directly pointed out Huo Wen'an's other identity.

Huo Wen'an felt incredible, he said: "How can a person who died 2000 years ago come back to life?" He still couldn't believe that he was Shenyin He'an.

Song Chi said surprisingly: "How can you be sure that Shenyin Hean died after jumping into the Kunze Mountains?"

Song Chi thought wildly, and said, "Don't tell Zhang Zhiyi, the foreign meteorite is very evil, and many people have awakened super powers. Maybe Shenyin Hean didn't really die after jumping in? He A new mutation occurred in your body, and after 2000 years of deep sleep, you became you?"

"At this point, we can no longer look at the world with normal eyes." Song Ci wanted to smoke a cigarette, but the occasion was wrong. He said with emotion: "Since I knew the existence of the world of martial arts in the secular world, my three views have changed. It was completely shattered."

Xu Xingguang also felt that Song Chi's analysis was very reasonable, she said: "Wang Yue died, his mental power changed and he was successfully revived in You Jiaoyang's body. Then Shenyin He'an may not be completely dead. Say more."

Xu Xingguang said with a half-smile: "The old helm can still make Her Royal Highness pregnant at such a young age. With your life experience, you are destined to be extraordinary."

Huo Wen'an nodded Xu Xingguang's forehead, "Don't make trouble."

Xu Xingguang clicked his tongue. She walked to the side of the coffin, put her head inside the coffin, looked left and right, and suddenly said, "Song Chi, find a way to get some sunlight in."

Song Chi directly pulled out the gun on his waist and fired a shot at the corridor where the entrance was. The bullet shot through the tower behind the corridor, and a beam of sunlight shot in through the small hole.

Xu Xingguang took out the makeup mirror he carried with him and blocked the beam of light.

She adjusted the width of the mirror, and the beam of light was refracted into the coffin.

On the pitch-black coffin, dark golden words appeared.

Seeing this, Huo Wen'an suddenly swung his sword, and the dome of the sacrificial tower above his head shattered.The scorching sun poured down, and the pitch-black coffin shone with golden light in an instant.

That is a piece of text.

"What kind of font is this?" Song Chi didn't know those characters at all.

Huo Wen'an said: "This is an ancient script. I've seen it in the original book of "The Legend of Ancient Medicine." All of the real scriptures of ancient medicine are of this type.

The biography of ancient medicine they see now is all in simplified Chinese.

"Then what's written on it?"

Huo Wenan said again: "I don't know him." But Ye Mingluo did.

Huo Wen'an is a science student, he is keen on numbers, and he is not interested in liberal arts history.Later, Huo Canghai brought him back to Huo's house, where he learned management and management skills.

He really doesn't know.

Huo Wen'an touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

Xu Xingguang said in a low voice: "Two illiterates." She stood at the end of the coffin, staring at the golden characters inside the coffin, and said in a low voice——

[Shenyin Dynasty, in the winter of Anping 19th, a strange stone fell from the sky and fell into Kunze, the landslides and the ground cracked, and the sea roared, just like the doomsday;
Black smoke is billowing, and millions of dead bodies are lying there, fearful and sad.

In March of the following year, supernatural beings appeared, and the dynasty was in turmoil.]