Chapter 54: Giant (II)
Jiang Xian did not hide anything in this voice. Before he finished speaking, his body had already let go of Ling Xiaozi's arm, and he spread his limbs and jumped towards Mozi's residence.
Precisely because he did not conceal it,... the giant ape crane's head suddenly turned back, and then, without hesitation, it raised its huge palm.
"I'm going to fuck you, Immortal Board!" Ling Xiaozi was so frightened that his soul flew away. He had no choice at all. The Tiancan silk loosened and he jumped down immediately.
Jiang Xian didn't care about the giant hand behind him at all. The only thing in his eyes was the magnificent palace opposite. As he approached, he grabbed the second-floor railing and clung to it tightly.
At the same time, with a scream, Ling Xiaozi fell to the ground on the first floor with a thud. At the same time ... the giant ape crane's huge hand swept over from behind. The strong wind it brought made their backs whimper.
Just as the giant hand swept past, Jiang Xian loosened his hands and landed on the first floor with a thud. Not daring to look behind them, the two of them rushed madly into the first floor door.
Boom! ! The moment they entered, the ground shook as if the earth was shaking. A huge black hand slammed down on the door, and cracks appeared on the bricks below. If they had walked in half a second later, they would have been turned into meat paste!
Neither of them relaxed, and they both leaned against the walls. Their chests rose and fell sharply, and their adrenaline surged to the peak. The huge pressure made it impossible to even feel like they had survived a disaster, and their backs against the wall were sweating profusely.
"Wow! Wow!" Right at the door, the giant crane roared furiously, and the ground was shaking. One could imagine that the other party was walking back and forth on the ground at the door in anger. A few seconds later, there was a loud bang, like a magnitude 3 earthquake. Then, a bloody mouth suddenly appeared at the door, roaring deafeningly: "Wow!!"
Buzz... Even though Jiang Xian and Ling Xiaozi were leaning against the wall, the sound waves seemed to sweep over them like a substance, causing their camouflage uniforms to rise and fall like waves. The dust accumulated in the room for thousands of years was blown up like smoke, and was instantly blown away by the strong wind.
"Taishang Sanqing Taihao Maria..." Ling Xiaozi closed his eyes tightly, mumbling something in his heart. A minute later, when the noise outside completely subsided, he opened his eyes tremblingly. Then, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.
"Heh...ha..." His chest rose and fell like a bellows, his eyes staring blankly at the top of his head. After a few seconds, he seemed to want to turn his head, but he couldn't move at all, so he could only move his eyes over: "Old thief...you must...fuck me!"
Before he finished speaking, he stood up suddenly, and then sat down again with a plop. However, he didn't care about that at all, and crawled to Jiang Xian's side with his hands and feet. He supported him anxiously: "Are you okay?! What's wrong? What happened?"
Jiang Xian's face turned pale, his teeth were trembling, and his expression was even a little distorted. After a long time, he trembled and said, "I was swept a little..."
Ling Xiaozi was stunned for half a second, then immediately climbed onto the other person's back, lifted up his camouflage uniform and took a look, then immediately gasped.
Jiang Xian's back was purple and black.
Being swept by a force of more than ten tons, even if it was just a little bit, he was lucky not to have his spine fractured... Ling Xiaozi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pulled down his clothes: "Can you still move?"
"Not bad..." Jiang Xian's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said through his teeth, "Help me... upstairs..."
There was nothing on the first floor except a few cranes and a few stone chairs. It was obviously just a place for entertaining guests. Important things would not be placed here.
Ling Xiaozi gritted his teeth and helped the other person up, panting and asking, "Are you safe?"
"Safe." Jiang Xian took out a few pills and swallowed them, then spoke hoarsely, "It... takes this place very seriously..."
"As long as we value it, we won't dare to destroy it rashly... Now is not the time to talk about this, you... look here!"
This floor is fifty meters in size. The interior is a mountain wall, but it has been built and paved with Qin painted bricks. You can clearly see stone tables and chairs, and even screens made of very thin stone sheets. The whole room is filled with finely carved chrome-plated copper objects, which are still intact even after thousands of years.
Right in the center of the room, there is a low table from the Qin Dynasty, with a stone platform underneath. The platform must have been covered with silk and satin, but it has now long since decayed.
It seemed as if there had been a commotion here, and the ground was in a mess. Wine glasses and pottery were scattered everywhere, and several of the exquisitely crafted thin stone leaf screens had been pushed down. And on the stone wall at the back, there was a passage that was two meters wide and three meters high!
The stone door had been opened long ago, and the lights were on inside. One could vaguely see arrows scattered all over the ground, as well as broken weapons lying in all directions.
The two looked at each other, Ling Xiaozi helped Jiang Xian up, and the two walked in with difficulty. However, as soon as they entered the passage, their eyes were both stern.
Corpses...knife marks...hidden weapons...mechanisms...
The walls and the ground were covered with knife marks, and the blackened bones soaked in mercury were extremely incomplete and irregularly collapsed. The entire passage was probably 20 meters deep, dug straight into the mountain. And this was only more than 20 meters... It was all filled with black mercury bones!
I don't know how many people died here. And...their deaths were extremely miserable. Some were cut in half. Some had countless arrows on their bodies. Some were pierced through by javelins...On the wall, the stone walls opened up one by one, and the glittering silver chrome-plated mechanisms inside were fully revealed.
Rows of javelins, sharp arrows... and other unspeakable things were all fully displayed in front of the two of them. Jiang Xian took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Don't worry, all the mechanisms here are destroyed."
"Riot?" Ling Xiaozi narrowed his eyes, looked at the countless corpses under his feet, and then looked at the closed stone door more than 20 meters away. Suddenly, an incredible guess appeared in his mind: "Inside... could it be the leader of the Mohist School?"
"It must be!" Jiang Xian's voice was tinged with excitement, and his hands almost dug into Ling Xiaozi's flesh: "It was a riot... Do you remember the countless mercury corpses of civilians on the Great Wall? And here... the residence of hundreds of thousands of civilians?"
"They may have thought they could get out... but in the end, they received the execution order. The Dragon-Severing Stone fell, separating the living and the dead. Some of them desperately ran towards the Mercury Wall, hoping to escape. The others... chose to go crazy in the end."
Ling Xiaozi helped Jiang Xian walk in, but Jiang Xian pushed his hand away, gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and walked in step by step while holding onto the wall. The dim light pulled out the figures of the two people, as if welcoming these two visitors from more than 2,000 years later.
Jiang Xian's eyes were full of emotion as he scanned the wall inch by inch. He said slowly, "And the Mohist master - if this place was really built by him, then... as the manager and builder, he must be the first target of the mob... just look at the passage. This 20-meter-long mechanism must be a deadly one step at a time - the builder and designer had long anticipated this situation. But... in front of the crazy mob, there is no way to stop it."
The other party just piled up human lives!
"He must die." Unknowingly, the two had walked to the front door. Jiang Xian placed both hands on the door and gently pushed it: "If he doesn't die, it will not be enough to appease the public anger... The only person who knows what is going on here... Now, he is here."
Ka la la la la... The stone door was easily pushed open. As the stone door was pushed open, a figure suddenly appeared inside.
The vicissitudes of time came with the smell of dust. Just inside the door was a 20-meter-long room. It was equipped with stone tables, chairs, beds, and bookcases. In the center, a withered skeleton was kneeling quietly.
There was a circle of black dust at his feet, which should be his clothes. In the past two thousand years, except for the bones that had been in contact with mercury for a long time and did not rot, and the stones that did not collapse, everything here was submerged in history. The blackened skeleton still maintained the posture he had in life, holding a chrome-plated dagger in both hands , and the blade rested on his pelvis.
suicide.
They both sighed. No matter if he was a great master of Mohism, a master of mechanical engineering, a master of feng shui, or a master of architecture, in the end... under the siege of the mob, he chose to commit suicide, preserving his last bit of dignity.
There are no living people here.
There were only hundreds of thousands of ghosts, silently watching everyone who entered, expecting them to turn this page... a page that had never been recorded in history.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Xian couldn't bend down, so he just clasped his hands together and raised his chin towards Ling Xiaozi.
Ling Xiaozi immediately bent down and searched for a while, and soon took out a chrome-plated copper plate from the black ash.
The bronze plaque was a very ordinary square. What was unusual was that... there was a "Mo" carved on the back that looked like the word "Chen"!
On the front side, there is a traditional Chinese character “捌”.
"It is indeed him..." Ling Xiaozi said with great emotion: "The eighth generation Mohist master, if I remember correctly, he should be called 'Sixth Mysterious Master'."
"There is no time for us to feel sentimental. Don't forget, Chu Ziyi, Hong Si Niang, and the Eight-Armed Arhat are all waiting for us." Jiang Xian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked towards the stone table.
Right there, there were three bundles of stone tablets.
It was not a bamboo slip, but was made entirely of stone. What Liu Xuanzi could put here was definitely not an ordinary thing!
The two walked to the table, and Ling Xiaozi spread out the first stone tablet. The rope that had been used to connect them had long since turned to ashes, so they could only be spread out on the table one by one.
"You have a deep knowledge of ancient Chinese literature. You read and I'll listen. By the way, I'll regulate my breathing." Jiang Xian sat down and closed his eyes.
Ling Xiaozi nodded, cleared his throat, and translated solemnly.
"If there are people who come after me who can see this, I hope they can pass on the Mohist token. Liu Xuanzi is a man of no virtue, and he lost the sect's token. He deserves death."
"Here... I don't know if anyone will discover it. Will anyone feel that the construction of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum took too long, was too time-consuming, expensive, and took too much manpower, and have doubts about the supreme king? However... if they doubt it, they may not know why..."
"I didn't want to write this down, but... when I knew we had to die here, I still wrote it down. I couldn't accept it... As a great master of the Mohist school, and his disciples have worked hard to build this place for him, why can't we escape death?"
"If you see this book, please continue reading... It will tell you a horrifying truth! The name of this truth... is: the elixir of immortality."
"Everything started with a man named Xu Fu..."
