Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 136 The Risk of the Imperial Tomb ([-])

Lou Mo's brain was running fast at the moment, thinking about how to deal with these bats, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. After a while, the black iron dagger was covered with the blue blood of bats.

I saw that the bat turned into a piece of blue blood immediately after landing, and immediately soaked into the ground and disappeared into nothing without even a trace!
Although the three of them went all out, the bats seemed to be endless, flying out of the sarcophagus continuously!
At this moment, Lou Mo turned around and suddenly found that none of the dragons carved on the four Panlong pillars had eyes, but a small piece was recessed. At this moment, Lou Mo only felt that something flashed in his mind However, the shape of that eye... so familiar!

Suddenly, Lou Mo remembered - blood red beads!The string of blood-red tourmaline beads that Nangong Qiandai has been carrying on her wrist is also the same shape, and the size is exactly the same!
Lou Mo immediately tore off the beads on his wrist, and threw them towards the four dragon pillars at the same time, only to see that the eight beads were accurately embedded in the eyes of the four dragons, and the next moment, the lid of the sarcophagus was closed immediately, and no more Bats fly out!

Without the continuous stream of bats, the three of them quickly strangled the remaining bats in the hall.

Thank goodness!At this moment, Lou Mo was very glad that he didn't throw away the string of blood-red tourmaline beads because it was pleasing to the eye, otherwise he would regret it at this moment...

But, how could Nangong Qianmo have things from Nanjing Imperial Mausoleum?In the original owner's memory, she has never seen her mother since she can remember, and this string of tourmaline beads is the only souvenir her mother left for her. From this point of view, perhaps the original owner's mother had a relationship with the Nanjing royal family. It's unknown what the relationship is...　
"My lord! Look, the sarcophagus moved!" Qian Dai suddenly shouted, pointing at the sarcophagus.

Lou Mo suppressed the doubts and incomprehensions in his heart, and looked in the direction she pointed, only to see that the sarcophagus was slowly lifted up, revealing the entrance of an underground secret room!It turns out that there is another cave under this sarcophagus!
"Go, go down and have a look!" Lou Mo said in a deep voice.

Going down the stairs, the three of them came to the secret room under the main hall. Looking around, Lou Mo couldn't help being frightened——

The layout of this secret room is completely in accordance with the modern European style. There are two luxurious Roman columns at the entrance, and there is a European-style fireplace going inside. The surrounding walls are pasted with something similar to wallpaper. There are still a few oil paintings hanging on it, and even the floor is not the stone bricks commonly used in this era, but a dark brown wooden floor.

There is an ivory bed in the center, surrounded by beige Roman curtains, and there is a dressing table beside the bed, which is obviously a woman's bedroom.

"My lord, this place... seems very special?" Qiandai was a little surprised, the decoration of this secret room is really different, or is this Nanjing's style?
At this moment, Lou Mo can already be sure that the owner of this secret room must be from the 21st century. Undoubtedly, the concrete walls of Xichuan City and the shadowless lamp in the main hall just now are probably made by this person, and this person is related to the royal family of Nanjing. There must be inextricable connections between them!
"Check around separately, be careful!" Lou Mo said to the two.

"Yes, son!"

Outside the imperial mausoleum, the sacrificial ceremony is still going on, and everything is as usual.

According to the rules, the high priest would divination for Nanjing's national fortune in the coming year, and at this moment, Emperor Nanjing was kneeling devoutly on the altar, offering incense to his ancestors, praying for the smooth sailing and smooth sailing of Nanjing's national fortune.

There are red threads as thin as needles in the center of the altar, which faintly show the five elements and eight trigrams. The high priest is standing in the center in a dark red robe, chanting words of witchcraft, and his silver hair is flying. , The oracle bone used for divination kept spinning in the air. After a quarter of an hour, the oracle bone suddenly shattered and fell on the altar.

Emperor Nanjing suddenly turned pale with shock, and asked repeatedly: "High Priest, what's the sign of this broken oracle bone?"

The high priest's face was as usual, and there was even a faint smile in his eyes, which made people inexplicably terrified. He picked up the fragments in a calm manner and said, "It's okay, nothing will stand without breaking, and the bones are broken. It's a good thing."

Emperor Nanjing heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "That's good, that's good!"

"It's just that I don't know what the 'breaking' mentioned by the high priest refers to, and what does the 'establishing' refer to?"

"Your Majesty, don't be in a hurry. I will find your majesty after the sacrifice is over, and explain this matter to your majesty in detail." The high priest remained calm, even if he was flattering and flattering to Emperor Shang Nanjing, he was even respectful and polite. None of them counted, but Emperor Nan Jing didn't feel anything wrong, as if all this was taken for granted.

Since the founding of Nan Jing, the high priest has been a very special existence in the Nan Jing royal family. Although he is not involved in government affairs, he is extremely trusted by the royal family. Knowing the past and the future, he is almost omnipotent. He is very dependent on him, and he will come to ask about every major national event, but not every time the high priest will give his opinion. After all, prying into the will of heaven is extremely exhausting, which is why the previous high priests are all silver-haired. the reason.

The sacrificial ceremony finally came to an end. In the Qingyang Temple of Mount Jiuhua, a masked woman in black stood tall. Not far in front of her, a man in red with silver hair knelt and sat in front of the piano table, his slender white fingers fluttering up and down. The clear and pleasant sound of the piano poured out. It was an extremely elegant and peaceful scene, but it was broken by the woman's hoarse voice——

"As you wished, she has already entered the imperial mausoleum. Shouldn't the things she promised me be fulfilled?"

The sound of the zither did not stop at all, it was still as clear and moist as ever, but the woman in black lost her patience and pointed her long sword at the man playing the qin, but stopped less than three inches from the man who was about to approach him, and couldn't get any further. .

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the woman in black, and the long sword she was holding was filled with internal strength. There seemed to be a faint smile on the man's face, but there was a bit of sarcasm in the corner of his eyes, and he looked up. With a light flick of his sleeve, the woman in black staggered back a few steps in the next moment, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"You're still so impatient." The man said coolly, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

Raising her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, the woman in black sneered: "My patience has always been limited!"

The man sneered and said: "You don't have to be like this, I don't even bother to break my promise with you!"

"As long as my goal is achieved, I will satisfy your request. However, I'm a little curious, how did you persuade Tantai Yixin?" The man looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes seemed to be joking and mocking.

(End of this chapter)