"It's like this. The burial hall is simply miserable." Feng Tang said softly, "The ancient kings were really cruel. They even died and dragged so many people to be buried with them."

Having said this, Feng Tang paused and took a slow sip of wine. Anyway, if he didn't say anything, Ximen Mingyue would say it. He immediately continued: "Furthermore, Shouhua City is built underwater and is huge in scale. In ancient times,

If there really were no modern machines and equipment, and all the construction was done manually by slaves, I really don’t know how many people would have died to build such a huge city.

That’s why I said that Mingyue’s plan to build a replica of Shouhua City is simply unrealistic. Even if my father had money, I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to afford it.”

Duanmu Baolian sighed. On Ximen Mingyue's computer that time, she indeed only saw the magnificent tomb of the owner of the tomb, the Lord of Shouhua City. She didn't see anything else, so she was quite emotional.

, this person actually built such a gorgeous tomb after his death? Doesn’t this attract thieves?

Now that Ximen Mingyue said this, Duanmu Baolian finally understood that the Lord of Shouhua City was probably just like those kings in ancient times. There were many powerful mechanisms in the tomb to kill people, as well as protective tomb slaves.

There were countless slaves buried as victims.

In a slave society, it was not unusual for slaves to be buried by nobles. Even when slaves were buried, their status was sometimes inferior to that of some livestock. At that time, the lives of slaves were really despicable.

"I still can't think about how things like Shouhua City and the pyramids in Egypt were built at that time?" Feng Tang said.

"The wisdom of those people in ancient times is really beyond our imagination." Mo Qingyi said with emotion, "If we don't talk about anything else, let's talk about the Simuwu Ding? Why build such a heavy tripod? In ancient times,

A cauldron is a pot. What do you want to cook with a big cauldron weighing one and a half tons?"

"You want to know?" Ximen Mingyue asked with a mysterious smile.

"You know?" Mo Qingyi was curious and asked, "Don't make up random excuses to lie to you. I can see that even Baolian doesn't believe you."

"Tch!" Ximen Mingyue really felt hurt at this time. He didn't do anything unreasonable. Why didn't they believe him?

"What is that tripod used for cooking?" Duanmu Baolian asked, "Anyway, I don't think such a big pot is needed for cooking? And in a slave society, there seems to be a clear hierarchy. I heard that Wu was Wu Ding's concubine. Come to think of it.

It’s not like she and the slave share a pot to eat. She really doesn’t need such a big pot to cook, unless she is a giant.”

"After all, she can't be a giant." Ximen Mingyue said, "I suspect that the cauldron is for cooking people."

Duanmu Baolian's appetite for food was completely destroyed by him in an instant. He immediately put down his chopsticks and cursed: "You have nothing to say? If you don't say anything, that pot will be used to cook you?"

"That pot is for cooking him." Feng Tang also felt that he no longer had the appetite to eat, and this man was unappetizing.

"I am a noble, not a humble slave!" Ximen Mingyue raised his head and said, "Even if I go back to ancient times, I am the one who cooks people, not the one who is cooked."
Chapter completed!