My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 475 Coffin

Who killed it?

Sun En, Zhang Fawei or someone else——

Zhu Houcong inspected its wounds.

The sword marks on its three heads are smooth in this section.

It was obviously not the work of Sun En or any of them.

There are other people here——

Zhu Houcong noticed this possibility.

But what he was more curious about was how the other party killed these three-headed monsters.

He peeled off the body of the monster on the ground and turned it over. There was a lot of scarlet blood seeping on the ground.

There is a stone pillar the size of a palm inserted behind the monster's back.

Various Taoist sects created techniques and established new rules in Lu Ban's name.

The water in front of me is obviously just an ordinary folk measurement tool.

Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty was even particularly interested in these Luban arts. When he went north to expel Yuanting, he ordered Fang Guozhen to mobilize a navy to transport food for the court and at the same time donate folk craftsmen to build warships for the court.

Probably part of the water rules of a certain place.

There are vague words written on it such as "The water came here in the fifth year of Zhengde".

Although Zhu Houcong has not yet found the answer.

Zhu Houcong fell into thinking.

Many of the hundreds of pre-Qin craftsmen were born from various craftsman groups.

Zhu Houcong put the stone pillar in his hand, cleaned it with clean water, and looked at it carefully.

Generally, there are openings and five elements hubs designed on it, and when the fire comes, all the holes will be closed.

What is this.

But compared to the grand project designed by Li Bing and his sons in Dujiangyan.

"Alchemists...or the older Pre-Qin school."

The stone used for making it is ordinary, and the craftsmanship of carving words on it is also ordinary.

So who would fight with such a thing that in most people's eyes has no function other than measuring the water level.

Zhu Houcong put the water into his arms. As for how the weird spell system of the three-headed monster was broken.

After making sure that there was no danger, Zhu Houcong slowly drew the water out of the monster's body.

It is quite influential among Han Chinese associations in Southwest China.

The answer is obvious.

Since Dayu, in order to predict water levels in advance and prevent floods and droughts, people in the Central Plains have designed water rules for specialized technicians to use as warnings.

The famous Lu Ban family became synonymous with southern witchcraft for a certain period of time.

But I thought about the scene just now where Mizunori penetrated the three-headed monster's torso from behind.

He already had some guesses in his mind.

"There are still fifty years - no need to rush -"

Zhu Houcong looked around at the dense forest.

As dark and silent as ever.

he whispered.

Not busy going back to the top of the mountain to wait for the evil god to awaken and obtain the elixir of immortality.

The unawakened evil god is of no use to anyone.

Zhu Houcong did not think that this person would do something unwise by going all out to sneak into it.

When the remains of the three monsters were burned up in a fire, Zhu Houcong unexpectedly felt a little regretful.

This guy sized up the situation so well that he survived Sun En and himself, and finally fell here.

Obviously, the person hiding in Penglai Immortal Island does not have a token or can rely on brute force to break through the blockade of the three-headed monster.

Otherwise, we wouldn't use sneak attacks.

There is something missing from the monster's body after death.

In the surrounding land, Zhu Houcong felt the presence of more three-headed monsters. As a native species of Penglai Island.

Different from those invaders and evil gods after the arrival of the Qin people.

Penglai seems to be particularly generous to the life he has given birth to.

Probably the next time someone opens Penglai Immortal Island from the outside, this thing will revive in another form.

After May comes June…and after June until December.

What happens if we run out?

Zhu Houcong climbed to the top of the mountain and stood next to the stone tablet where Ming Taizu had carved words. He rubbed the smooth wall in front of him with his palms and thought.

Should we start the cycle all over again, or simply break this long dead silence.

Zhu Houcong planned to leave words for future generations.

He planned to write it in three parts, the first time now, the second time fifty years later, and the third time before he came out.

Before he could figure out how Penglai Immortal Island existed, he could not extinguish the desire of future generations for immortality.

Let me describe the power of it for the time being, so that those wise people can retreat after seeing the truth clearly.

As for the rest, if there is a reason to get the elixir of life, then let them be.

Zhu Houcong thought that he was not a god, he was just doing his best.

He cannot control the progress of history, and he can only try his best to lead the world on the path he thinks is good.

"The Qin court was tyrannical. The First Emperor captured the world's scholars to refine elixirs for himself in order to seek immortality. He burned palaces, destroyed scriptures and killed famous scholars..."

"The Second Emperor of Qin died, and Chu and Han were fighting...The Emperor of Han believed the words of demons again, and launched a large-scale war..."

Zhu Houcong looked in front of him and roughly described the two possible sources of the longevity medicine here.

He stopped pointing.

The truth is left for future generations to discern, and Zhu Houcong can only help so far.

He returned to the top of the mountain and continued to sit cross-legged and meditate by the cold pond.

But this time, in addition to using his spiritual consciousness to pay close attention to every move in the pool.

He also released his spiritual consciousness and enveloped the entire fairy island.

Go explore the entire island's vegetation.

Now that he knew there might be other people on the island, Zhu Houcong naturally had to prepare in advance.

Naturally, he didn't know that it was in a cave somewhere on the west side of Penglai Immortal Mountain.

Feeling the traces of probing spells coming one after another all around.

A descendant of an alchemist who came from Japan and had already changed his name and merged into local history was sweating profusely at this moment.

She had to look at the sarcophagus in front of her with a wry smile.

Once again, I feel deeply that the heavenly kingdom is really full of outstanding people.

I didn't expect that besides Sun En, there would be such a person stationed here, spying on the mystery of immortality.

"I'm not here for the elixir of longevity, I'm just here to retrieve the bones and shikigami my ancestors left here. I hope Gao Tianyuan bless me and I can return to Kyoto smoothly..."

She prayed softly to the sarcophagus in front of her.

The fox girl on the sarcophagus actually blinked her eyes the moment she lowered her head.

He covered his lips and chuckled.

And when she raised her head with a feeling, the fox girl on the coffin handed down from her ancestors once again regained her usual look of eagerness.

She felt relieved.

Looking at the dark sarcophagus in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart.

But she could feel that the magic around her that shielded her consciousness was already crumbling.

I'm afraid that after a while, the magic of the humans and gods on the earth will reveal the clues.

She took off her clothes, gritted her teeth, stood up and took out a Ding Shui Shen Ling.

Place it in the center of the coffin, bite your finger and gently draw a line on it.

"Bless me, Empress Tushan, and remember to wake me up in fifty years! Disciple He is very grateful!"

(End of this chapter)