Because it was only then that he suddenly realized.

Before the palace maid opened her mouth and coughed lightly, she, who had the peak level of military master's military training, did not notice the other party's existence at all!

She had no breath, no heartbeat, no smell...like a completely non-existent phantom.

Even now, as long as he lowers his head and doesn't look at her, he still cannot sense the presence of any living person except himself in this hall.

Strong enemy!

The only reason why he couldn't sense the existence of this person was because her realm was far beyond his own.

The Qin Empire in this tomb had no female soldiers at all, and the identity of this "palace maid" was immediately revealed.

"Outsiders! Grave robbers! Even terrifying and weird!"

Ying Buqi was not a fool, he guessed the truth right away.

He slowly raised his head and saw that the palace maid was sitting casually on a low stool just like her master, looking at her with interest.

"Your kindness just saved your life.

If you dared to take action against me, you would be dead by now.

It is rare to find someone who has saved a hundred thousand [Yin De] in this imperial mausoleum of the ancestral dragon.

It is enough to reach the threshold of joining [Nine Soldiers] and receive the position of an Immortal Official.

There is an old saying in China that a person who knows the current affairs is a wise man. I like to deal with smart people.

Since you are the ‘corpse’ of this corpse sacrifice, how about you do me a small favor?”

Although Wang Yuan has already made plans for this ritual.

Since those Qin officials and palace officials were not killed, they would not kill this "corpse" directly.

He is just a poor person with a fate similar to his own.

He was pushed out to be a corpse because of the greed of the Wang clan; he was pushed out to be a corpse because of the jealousy of the Zhao clan.

If he hadn't intervened, the descendant of the First Emperor would definitely have a worse end than his original "corpse".

He may still have the ability to resist, but if the other party falls into the hands of the First Emperor, he will definitely die!

The same goes for breaking a taboo by actively lifting iron.

Anyway, no matter whether the ancestor is a ghost or a treacherous creature, the only way for the "zombie" to survive 100% is to escape as soon as possible.

Only someone like him who has the same problem can best understand the despair of the other person's current situation.

More importantly, even in this situation where he was almost driven crazy, he did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, which is extremely rare.

Wang Yuan saw that he had not come to his senses in a daze, so he repeated his words again:

"The First Emperor may have been the only emperor of all time who made great contributions to Chinese civilization, but he was definitely not a good person.

If you want to live, you'd better not take chances."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ying Buqu, who was on the ground, suddenly straightened his back and shouted righteously:

"Kill or behead, please do as you please! I, Ying Buyi, will never betray my ancestors!"

These words, combined with his square face, really made him look like a man of steel.

Wang Yuan glanced at him strangely.

"Whether or not I betray you is another matter for now. Can you please stop kneeling and stand up to speak?"

"No, I did not kneel down. I just think it will be more convenient to talk to you this way."

Ying Buqu raised his head and looked up at Wang Yuan at a 45-degree angle, sincerely feeling that this angle was just right.

But he said in his heart:

‘This person is so powerful. Instead of resisting, it is better to take the initiative to transform into the other person’s shape. Surviving first is more important than anything else.

After so many years of raising pigs, what is there to look forward to?

Besides, I really don’t want to die!’

False [Immortal Art of War]: flexible flesh and blood hands and feet.

The real [Immortal Art of War]: Flexible bottom line in life!

Hearing his words, Wang Yuan showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, secretly thinking that he is really a talented person, and there is not even a trace of sloppiness in his practice.

He stepped forward and patted Ying Buyi on the shoulder.

"Okay, there is a huge difference between our realms. I have already heard what you are thinking.

If this transaction doesn't go as planned, everything will be over.

But if the action goes well, I can give you a chance to express your ambition in the world."

In the past, Wang Xiaoyuan struggled to survive and had to rely on himself for everything.

Now that Ying Buqu has great ambitions, he doesn't mind saving this life at all and giving him a blessing.

The practice of a sorcerer is to use the precepts and taboos to harmonize the energy of the heavenly spirit and the earthly spirit.

From a penniless bastard, he has grown rapidly to the current level of [Dharma] real person.

There is still goodwill left, and it has not been reduced to the point of using any means to achieve the goal.

This shows that his state of mind is stable from beginning to end, without losing his humanity.

Of course, when Mr. Wang does good things to others, he never forgets to benefit himself (mainly) by the hundreds of millions.

After a while.

Winter! Winter! Winter!...

"Teacher, please accept your respects from the students!"

This "corpse" who was supposed to be the carrier of the will of the ancestors bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to Mr. Wang, the master of Yinshan Taoism, and decided on the title of master and disciple.

No matter how noble the "corpse" named Ying Buqi may be in the future, he is destined to be a whole generation shorter than his master.

What about the Pangu authentic sect like the Sanqing Dynasty?

As long as the name is established with Patriarch Hongjun, the latter will undoubtedly be the ancestor of the Great Desolate Taoism.

Xuanqiong God is not exempt from vulgarity.

Wang Yuan casually took a drop of blood from the fourth disciple Ying Buyi and threw him and his erotic picture into the "Three Realms on the Other Side".

He activated the [Painted Skin Ghost]'s [Innate Magic Power·Phaseless Ghost King], and used that drop of blood as a basis to transform himself, completely replacing the existence of the "corpse" from the source.

"No one in this world knows how to make a corpse better than me."

He sat back down next to the unyielding book, closed his eyes, and took the time to continue to meditate on the incomplete "Twelve Rules of the Imperial Edict" in his hand.

A night of silence.
Chapter completed!