My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 704 I heard you were looking for me
What’s going on…am I dazzled?
Ni Yuhan closed and opened her eyes, and looked at the stone statue holding the iron mace. There was no sign that the stone eyes had moved.

However, the other people who came in felt the same as she did, as they were being watched.

Fu Gutong and Ban Sai instinctively led everyone to walk close to each other among the numerous stone statues. Facing the stone faces with different appearances and expressions, they felt a little creepy.

It seems as if these stone statues are alive.

Bansai had been a mercenary in Central Asia and had killed more than a dozen people. Faced with this strange and depressing environment, the hairs on his back stood on end.

The wolf eye in his hand kept scanning the surroundings. The densely packed stone statues on both sides moved as they moved, like an illusion.

"This place is so weird." The two archaeologists who had been to the ancient tomb felt their legs go weak and their faces were covered in cold sweat when they encountered such a thing.

"Don't panic, this must be a unique carving method. No matter what angle you look at it from, it makes the statue seem to be looking at you."

Fu Gutong was also nervous, but he was more excited. The more strange things appeared, the more it meant that the real coffin of Emperor Changsheng Wu would be found soon.

"Look, the positions of the civil and military officials are arranged around the perimeter. This is obviously the position of the ancient imperial court. So who is the first person in the middle?"

Ni Yuhan answered tremblingly: "The founding emperor of Daxia?"

She suddenly thought of something.

"There is already a stone statue of him in the main tomb, and the coffin is empty. Could it be that his real body has remained intact and is sitting on the throne to receive worship from the civil and military officials?"

Not only the woman thought so, but almost everyone else thought the same thing.

After being interrupted by Fu Gutong, the fear he had just felt was gradually diluted by the feeling of being rich. Bansai tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly sniffed his nose and changed the subject: "Professor, there is a smell of burning paper."

Burn paper?

This is an ancient tomb in the mountain, isolated from the outside world, so where would the burning paper come from?

Just as everyone frowned and sniffed their noses, they indeed smelled the scent of burning paper. As Chinese people, they could still smell the difference in the smell of burning paper.

More like...paper money.

Fu Gutong felt itchy on his face, so he reached out and touched it, and there was a thin layer of flying ash on his fingertips.

"Professor, look ahead!"

Ni Yuhan kept her eyes on the front, and in the darkness ahead, a candle lit up.

The surrounding archaeologists and Bansai's two men all followed the direction the woman pointed and shone their flashlights in that direction.

I also saw some lights on.

"Someone!"

Bansai had the best eyesight among the crowd, and he immediately saw the figure illuminated by the faint firelight.

He took out a pistol from the bag on his back and exchanged a glance with his two hired men. He asked Fu Gutong to stand back, and the three of them moved through the gaps between the surrounding stone statues and quietly moved towards the fire in front.

I had the idea of ​​sneaking up from the dark and subduing the other person.

Before the three of them got close, a strong wind suddenly blew up in front of them, and Bansai pushed the three of them back more than ten steps as if with an invisible hand, and they all fell back to the middle.

When Fu Gutong and others went up to support them, a faint voice came from the direction of the bright fire in front of them.

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

Hearing this, Fu Gutong and Ni Yuhan withdrew their hands that were originally supporting Ban Sai, and threw him to the ground again.

Everyone present heard the faint voice and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

It wasn't the kind of cold shiver, but a kind of fear that came from deep in the heart.

The nine people gritted their teeth and decided to move forward. Their trembling steps got closer and closer to the fire. In their sight, they saw a figure standing on the stone steps. The lights were intertwined, and there was an indescribable weirdness and horror.

But when they saw that the clothes on the back were not the robes of ancient kings, nor the golden clothes wrapped around the corpse in the coffin, many people felt relieved.

"It seems to be that Su Chen!"

Hearing Ni Yuhan's voice, Fu Gutong was stunned for a moment. He looked at the figure over there again and lowered his voice and said, "Sir, who is it? Even if you are in the same industry, there is no need to scare people in a tomb. That would be against the rules." After knowing that it was a human on the other side, the others felt relieved.

"It is indeed the man who was brought up here to offer sacrifices to the ancestors."

"I was lucky that he didn't die when he fell. But why do I feel that he is weird now? He even calls himself "I"?"

In the low-pitched conversation, the faint voice sounded again as the figure in front walked.

"who am I?"

"Haha... I once asked myself the same question. Is it the cattle and horses that work themselves to death but earn little money, or the third son of Marquis Su's mansion who behaves recklessly... or the King Xia of Great Yan who wields his sword to execute officials and raises the flag to march north?"

The sound slowly drifted throughout the hall, but to the ears of everyone present, it sounded like a bolt of thunder from a clear sky.

"...You must have learned or read stories about me in books..."

The tall figure extinguished the flame of the long incense in his hand, held it in his palm above his head, and bowed down towards the huge stone platform in front of him.

"Do you think that I am ambitious and aggressive in uniting China, conquering the Japanese pirates in the east, conquering the grasslands in the west, controlling the Western Province, and conquering the Western world?"

"Does this guy really think he's the emperor?"

"What a joke, he's become insane from worshipping his ancestors."

Fu Gutong glanced at the two archaeologists who were whispering beside him, and then his gaze returned to the back of the person burning incense.

"Are you offering sacrifices to your ancestors here?"

"Yes, I am not a rootless duckweed, so I must pay homage to my ancestors." The figure who spoke bowed to the stone platform again, "You haven't answered my question just now."

At this time, Fu Gutong was a little confused about the person in front of him. Now that he thought about it carefully, the other party was caught before, but he still looked calm and composed, as if he did not take the upcoming danger seriously.

Thinking of these details, he had to answer carefully: "Of course not. Emperor Changsheng Wu expanded the territory, allowing more people to have good farmland, allowing all states and countries to operate peacefully, and merchants can move freely."

"Since there is nothing wrong, why do you still want to..."

In front of the stone platform, the figure who had been bowing slowly stood up. His indifferent tone gradually became powerful and majestic. He inserted the long burning incense into the incense burner and slowly turned around.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on each other.

In the flickering candlelight and the light of the flashlight, a figure grinned and a cold voice echoed in the hall.

"Robbed my grave!"

At this moment, Bansai suddenly stood up, holding the gun in his hand, and shouted at Su Chen who turned around.

"Long-winded!"

With his index finger slightly bent and the moment he pulled the trigger, the figure standing on the stone steps also raised his hand and pressed down. Everyone instantly felt a heaviness on their shoulders.

Bensai, who had just threatened with a gun, suddenly knelt on his knees, his arms hanging on both sides, and his head dropped to his chest.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, nose, and ears like crazy, staining his clothes and shoulders red.

Two hired men rushed to help him, but as soon as their hands touched, Bansai fell to the ground, deader than dead.

Shoot someone to death from a distance?

The two hired natives from Beiyan District had naturally heard some unofficial history about the Great Xia Emperor Changsheng Wu. It was rumored that the emperor was not only an expert in civil and military affairs, but also had inherited the true martial arts from his family, and became a grandmaster in just over a decade.

If he were alive until now... his skills would probably be unmatched by anyone in this world.

Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the stone statue in the main tomb chamber, the two men were so scared that their weapons dropped to the ground without noticing.

I completely believe it in my heart.

They immediately knelt down one after another and kowtowed respectfully to the figure in front of the stone platform, admitting their guilt.

(End of this chapter)