He sat there silently, but he did not notice anything.
Zhan Zhao raised his guard and looked at the figure behind the dust. The figure seemed to have heard his voice,
He moved lazily,
Then fell into silence again.
... He felt a little stupid for being so serious.
"Did you come in from outside?" The figure in the dust spoke,
His voice was noble and elegant, like the knocking of jade, very pleasant to the ear.
Outside?
Zhan Zhao must be a little confused when he heard this.
Why did he say outside? Could it be?
He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and a chill crept up his back.
Xie Lige saw that the young man who came in from outside had been frozen there ever since he spoke.
He found it funny. The dust in the air slowly fell to the ground,
Through the light of the night pearl,
He could barely see the appearance of the person who came in.
It was a handsome man. He looked like he had just turned 20 and had the high spirits of a young man. It was probably because he had just arrived in an unfamiliar environment.
His whole body was on high alert, like a cat with its hair standing on end,
He stared at his surroundings with his eyes wide open.
Thinking of this, Xie Lige could not help but laugh out loud.
"Ha."
"..." Zhan Zhao also clearly saw the man sitting on the coffin opposite him,
It was an unbelievably gorgeous set of clothes,
Draped over the man's body, but it could not hide his elegance,
His handsome and devilish facial features were laughing heartily, as if he had seen something funny.
He did not know what the other party was laughing at, but his intuition told him not to probe.
Zhan Zhao, who trusted his intuition very much, was very tactful and did not ask why the other party was laughing. Even if the other party was laughing, he felt that he was not to be trifled with.
He lowered his head,
His peripheral vision just happened to sweep across the mural on the wall.
His pupils constricted.
That person.
The man in the middle of the mural was exactly the same as the person sitting on the coffin.
The huge shock swept through Zhan Zhao's senses like a monstrous wave,
He almost could not help but jump up,
He suddenly felt powerless in his heart. What was this?
Was this the corpse that the Taoists talked about?
In a place that looked like a mausoleum, there was an open coffin. Sitting on top of the coffin was an unfathomable man. This man looked exactly like the person in the mural above the mausoleum. This reminded Zhan Zhao of the folklore of the wise and powerful Martial Emperor, the one who was unable to obtain his beloved.
Zhan Zhao quietly raised his head, his gaze stopping on the man's unbelievably handsome face. After a pause, he admitted from the bottom of his heart that perhaps, there was some truth to that legend.
That kind of appearance and that kind of legend didn't seem out of place at all.
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows when he saw Zhan Zhao looking at him with a harmless gaze. He stopped smiling and lowered his head to look at Zhan Zhao. He found that Zhan Zhao's expression was one of horror, as if he had just seen a beautiful piece of food.
Yes, he was very familiar with it. In the past, he often saw it when he was in the Demon Gate.
When Xie Lige remembered how those brats from the evil cult tried to curry favor with him before he entered the tomb, he sighed, and his tone became gentler.
"Speak."
A clear voice rang out in the cave.
Zhan Zhao jumped up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He stood on the ground to protect the guards behind him who didn't have time to react. At the same time, he looked at Xie Lige warily with his watery black eyes.
Then, he saw Xie Lige standing there as if he didn't see his actions. After a while, he didn't feel any malicious intent and slowly put down the face in his hand. He said with a slightly apologetic tone, "We entered the mausoleum to chase after two thieves who tried to assassinate Her Majesty. We disturbed your rest …"
"Hmm?
What did you say? "
Xie Lige frowned when he heard this. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He asked, "What era is it now?"
Zhan Zhao swallowed. "… Song."
"The Tang Dynasty?"
"It has been hundreds of years. Her Majesty Martial Emperor founded the Wu Song and became the Empress of Heaven. This mausoleum was also repaired by Her Majesty Martial Emperor."
Xie Lige heard a familiar name. Martial Emperor. His mind turned many times. Finally, he found the figure of a quiet and docile little girl in the depths of his memory. It seemed that his prediction was not wrong. That child had become the Empress.
Thinking of this, Xie Lige's mood immediately improved. He even looked at the intruders in front of him more pleasing to the eye.
He tapped his chin. "Continue speaking. If you make me happy, I will let you leave alive."
As for what would happen if he was unhappy.
Xie Lige didn't say.
The group of people on the other side didn't dare to ask. Zhan Zhao, who was in the lead, honestly told the story of the outside world. He was also racking his brains to think of information about the Empress' sweetheart. Unfortunately, he had been an unsociable child since he was young. He rarely heard of such stories, let alone understand them.
However, these were enough for Xie Lige to understand that the outside world had completely changed.
There were no more grandmasters in Jianghu. All the major sects had disappeared. That chaotic era of conflict had disappeared. After experiencing a time that he didn't know, he came to this unfamiliar era.
"The Empress of Heaven ordered the construction of the mausoleum. Countless rare treasures were spent. The folklore said that it was for the sake of her sweetheart …"
The more Xie Lige listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. He recalled that Zhan Zhao had just said that the Empress was repairing the mausoleum for him. He also said that the Empress was doing this for the sake of her sweetheart. His expression immediately turned ugly.
He reached out and interrupted Zhan Zhao.
Xie Lige hesitated. Then, he asked, "The mausoleum you are talking about …"
"It is this one," Zhan Zhao said with certainty.
The faces of the people on the other side instantly darkened. Zhan Zhao blinked. He realized that he seemed to have said something serious. He hurriedly tried to salvage the situation. "The Empress only repaired the mausoleum. These are mostly folklore …"
"Enough."
Xie Lige recovered his expression. He didn't take Zhan Zhao's persuasion seriously. As someone who had personally seen the Empress of Wu, he believed that he had a certain understanding of the Empress of Wu's daughter. In the past, he didn't care. Now that he thought about it, the love in the child's eyes was very similar to the love he had seen in Xuan Xiao's eyes.
If the other side had wantonly massacred warlocks and built a luxurious mausoleum for him, Xie Lige wouldn't be surprised at all.
Thinking and thinking, and adding on the fact that the daughter of the Wu family was already dead, even if he racked his brains, he could not argue with a dead person. He could only sigh, and then look at the man in the red official robes, lazily saying, "You said you came in for your little Emperor?"
Zhan Zhao seemed to realize something.
Wait.
He couldn't help but take a step back. The guards behind him also moved without leaving a trace.
"Ah!" A scream came from the mouth of the guard behind him.
Zhan Zhao immediately turned his head. He saw that the guard who was normally skilled in martial arts kneel on the ground after being hit by a hidden weapon. It was something like a mechanism. He raised his head to look. He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. He didn't know when, but the passage they came from was densely covered with all kinds of mechanisms.
He immediately turned his head to look at the man on the coffin.