Three Kingdoms Come to the World

Chapter 582 Mrs. Xu's Dagger (33)

Fang Fan looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence, his pale golden pupils were full of majesty, as if there was no emotion at all.

He scanned his eyes until he found the familiar switch setting, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and his face softened.

so far so good.
Long Yuan tapped lightly, and the energy dissipated. Fang Fan skillfully pulled out the stone, and opened the door silently.

After going out, Fang Fan didn't restore it immediately, but left it as it was, with the door open.

Fang Fan's feet still didn't land on the ground, and he walked quietly in this quiet palace.

The palace here is tall and large, and the main color is black. Fang Fan has seen decorative patterns of black dragons more than once.

Bed, bedside, table, chair.
Seeing this, Fang Fan probably knew it in his heart.

The Qin Dynasty respected black, and the dragon pattern was the exclusive power of the emperor.

In this Xianyang Palace, there is only one worthy of these two noble symbols, Qin Shihuang, the eternal emperor.

This place is supposed to be his bedroom, Xianyang Palace.

In a broad sense, all the palaces in this area belong to the category of Xianyang Palace, and they all belong to the imperial palace.

But in a narrow sense, Xianyang Palace is just the name of Qin Shihuang's bedroom.

Fang Fan had long guessed the identity of this secret path in his heart, but he didn't expect it to be so amazing.

It turned out to be a secret passage connecting Qin Shihuang's bedroom. No wonder the specifications are so high, and it can be built with stones so extravagantly.

But all these were put down by Fang Fan, and now he was concentrating on searching for treasures.

This will be his last place in Xianyang Palace, if he leaves, he will go back and leave.

So at this moment, Fang Fan didn't hesitate or worry at all, as long as he didn't leave conspicuous evidence here, there were no other restrictions.

But there is one thing that makes Fang Fan a little strange. It is too empty here. He originally thought that he could see the coffin and body of Qin Shihuang, the emperor of the ages.

No matter how gorgeous and complicated the coffin was, Fang Fan would not be surprised at all, but he didn't find any trace of the coffin after looking all over the palace, which is strange.

Not only that, compared to the fact that every palace in the Six Kings Palace must be buried with a coffin, Fang Fan has also visited many palaces since he entered Xianyang Palace, but Fang Fan has never seen the shadow of the coffin, nor has he seen it. any corpse.

"Isn't this the tomb of Qin Shihuang?
In other words, the master of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, the eternal emperor commonly known as Brother Zheng, was not buried?

Even this eternal emperor didn't die? "

Fang Fan suddenly shook his head violently, showing a self-deprecating smile.

"What are you thinking, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor is here, so how could he not be dead.

Moreover, if Brother Zheng hadn't died, even if he took hundreds of officials and troops on an expedition to Xinghai, he wouldn't hand over the land of Kyushu and let him change the dynasty.

If Brother Zheng hadn't died, then the Qin Dynasty would be no problem for generations to come.

So, is this Mausoleum of the First Emperor a false cave, a tomb of clothes? "

Fang Fan guessed wildly, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, whether it is a real tomb or a fake cave, these questions will be left to archaeologists to ponder.

Find all the treasures and take them away now. "

As soon as the words fell, Fang Fan started to move.

The first is the table, there are some bamboo slips scattered on the table, there is no inspiration, it seems to be just ordinary things, but Fang Fan doesn't care, and puts all of them in the dragon pattern jade pendant.

However, after the things were taken away, there were a few obvious marks on the table, and Fang Fan skillfully blew upon seeing this.

call!
The dust was everywhere, and after it fell again, the traces on the table were covered and almost invisible, as if there was nothing on it.

Then came the head of the bed, which was a big bed, but there was nothing on it, Fang Fan glanced at it and then focused on the head of the bed.

A dagger lay quietly on the bedside. The dagger looked like a dagger, but it was only a little longer than a palm, so it was a dagger.

The dagger is simple and extremely black, as if light falling on it will be absorbed.

There are only some textures on the surface of the dagger, other than that there is no decoration.

Fang Fan frowned as he looked at the dagger.

The existence of this dagger can be clearly seen with the naked eye, but under the spiritual consciousness, there is no trace at all, only the empty head of the bed, without the slightest breath of the dagger.

It was this sense of contrast that made Fang Fan notice the dagger and feel its extraordinaryness.

Even after thousands of years, the dagger still has no rust, and still maintains its sharpest blade.

Fang Fan reached out to take it, but suddenly stopped as if his hand was outstretched, and he felt a burst of heart palpitations.

Looking at the dagger, his eyebrows jumped violently, and his hands froze in the air, because the dagger gave him a feeling of death.

Looking at the pitch-black sharp edge, drops of bean-sized sweat slipped from his forehead, across the corners of his eyes, across his cheeks, and were scattered by Fang Fan's spiritual power and evaporated before falling.

Fang Fan had a premonition that if he touched the edge of the dagger, he would definitely die. Without any accident, he would definitely die, and he would die suddenly on the spot.

It took a long time before Fang Fan endured the palpitations, restrained his instincts, and reached out to grab the handle of the dagger.

Generally, Fang Fan would habitually scrape the edge with his thumb when he got something sharper to see if it was sharp enough.

But now Fang Fan didn't dare anymore, he stretched out his hand to grab the dagger, the hand he was holding could not be more regular, it was on the handle obediently, without the slightest overstepping, he didn't dare to touch the matte black blade.

Even if he held it in his hand, Fang Fan's spiritual sense couldn't detect the slightest breath.

Holding it in his hand, it seemed like an ordinary dagger, a dead thing, a mortal thing.

However, Fang Fan had roughly guessed its identity.

In this Xianyang Palace, there is only one famous dagger that meets these conditions.

Mrs. Xu dagger!

The prince expected the world's most powerful dagger, and got the dagger of Mrs. Xu from Zhao, and took a hundred gold, so that the workers could quench it with medicine.

To test people, the blood is soaked in strands, and everyone will stand dead. This is to pretend to send Jing Ke.

"Mrs. Xu, a famous swordsmith, forged a dagger that was poisoned and would die on sight of blood. It was given to Jing Ke by Prince Pill, wrapped in a map, and used to assassinate Qin Shihuang.

That is, the dagger in the picture. "

Fang Fan muttered to himself.

"The feeling of death on touch is correct. Only by quenching the most poison can we guarantee that Qin Shihuang will die if he is stabbed. No matter where the heart grows, or whether the heart grows or not, he will die.

And the spiritual sense can't detect it, and it matches. Only the dagger that doesn't reveal the slightest breath, the dagger that no one can detect, can be hidden in the map and brought into Xianyang Palace, and brought to Qin Shihuang.

So, is this the legendary dagger? "

Fang Fan held this dead dagger, the dagger was icy cold, no matter how long Fang Fan held it, the dagger would always be icy cold without any change.

This touch of coldness was deep and piercing, and Fang Fan's spirit was cleared suddenly, his reaction seemed to be three points faster, and the speed of gestures was much faster.

This is a murder dagger, this is a dagger that represents death, this is Mrs. Xu's dagger! !
(End of this chapter)