Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty (Refreshed and Readable) Today's Autumn Qi is sassy, ??it is suitabl
Zhao Rong felt that this was probably the last time in his life that he would be tough in front of Gui.
In fact, just in front of a stick of incense, in that small bamboo forest courtyard where all the bamboo leaves had fallen off, he died.
But it's amazing that he survived here.
Is this the halo of the protagonist? Have I finally experienced this kind of treatment?
At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was mostly covered in blood, held his sword with one arm, laughed and shook his head, running alone in the dark and dull tomb passage.
Not long ago, he told Gui that he wanted to live.
Right now, Zhao Rong was in the stern imperial mausoleum where the late Emperor Dali had just entered the mausoleum.
"Huh, I don't know how good the quality of this imperial mausoleum is, how long it can stop that old beast, huh huh... I got in by relying on the mechanism skills and maps of the imperial mausoleum craftsmen. That old beast has no specific mechanism.
Technique, and after the specific application time period, it becomes more difficult to get in, so you can only force your way in... Ahem, huh huh!"
He grinned, but his breathing became more rapid as he ran.
When I gasped for breath, there was a bellows-like sound deep in my throat, and I would occasionally cough violently during the process.
Gui couldn't help but said: "Hey, are you okay?"
"Nonsense, I seem to be fine? Cough cough cough..." Zhao Rong nodded and scolded, but he smiled and then lowered his head and coughed violently.
He wanted to raise his right hand to cover his mouth, but soon he realized that his right arm had been left in the bamboo forest courtyard forever, and the vague feeling of phantom limb after the broken arm misled his subconscious.
However, by the time Zhao Rong realized this, it was already too late. The movement of his broken right arm forward made him stumble while running wildly.
"boom!"
The young Confucian scholar lost his balance and fell heavily on the cold and hard floor of the tomb passage.
The floor tiles were cut out of rock from nowhere. They were dark and cold, with a chill that penetrated the bones.
The right side of Zhao Rong's face was on the ground, and his eyelids were twitching in pain and turning blue.
He rested his forehead on the ground while holding his body up with one hand, barely keeping his balance and standing up.
at this time.
Boom!
Along with a loud noise, Zhao Rong felt that the tomb passages in all directions were like steel cables in the sky, being blown by the strong wind and trembling.
He quickly reached out his right hand and pinched the wall next to him, barely maintaining his balance.
However, dust and gravel fell from above his head, hitting him in the face from time to time.
The entire imperial mausoleum has been like this since shortly after Zhao Rong entered. Every once in a while, it seems to be hit and shaken by some 'unknown giant beast' with brute force, so that 'the earth shakes and the mountains shake'
once.
The young Confucian scholar who stabilized his body and continued to run forward holding his sword looked back and said with a smile:
"Chasing after your father, are you so anxious to come in and recognize your ancestors?"
This was a disfigured old Confucian scholar trying to use his strength to break the restrictions outside the imperial mausoleum. And listening to the sound, Zhao Rong found that the movement was getting louder every time. He didn't know how long the imperial mausoleum could hold up and block the old beast.
.
"Damn it, come back, I heard from those craftsmen that the magic circle prohibition of this imperial mausoleum seems to be built according to the standards of defense against Tianzhi realm monks. If the Golden Core realm monks are determined to break through, it seems that they won't be able to stop it for long."
The sword spirit was surprisingly calm, "It's good that you know, and people are alive and institutions are dead. If this old beast wants to be a fly, he will probably find a gap to get in very quickly."
Zhao Rong kept walking, even faster, shuttling through the dark corridors.
He held the hilt of the sword and panted violently. His pale mouth, which had lost too much blood, continued to grin, showing no trace of frustration:
"I originally came here today to rescue the concubines buried with me, but I thought I would be escaping here now, haha. But having said that, if this imperial mausoleum is not temporarily blocking the way, even if there is Yourong's 'One Hundred Miles', I would not be able to survive here."
The young master is probably dead now."
Gui whispered, as if to himself, "But...is there any difference? You are now trapped in this imperial mausoleum. You can only escape inside, but there will always be no way out, and you probably got hit by the old beast's lower ring."
, He just wants you to be tortured to death. You run like this desperately, while he cat-catches and mice, and finally appreciates our despair when we are cornered..."
"I know."
Zhao Rong was calm and composed. He turned around and looked at the tomb walls on the left and right, nodded and said to himself:
"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer for me... After all, it is an imperial mausoleum of a great dynasty. It should not be some shoddy project, otherwise I would have saved you all in vain..."
After Gui heard the words, he was quiet for a while, and suddenly said in a serious tone:
"Zhao Rong, tell me the truth, have you thought of any way to survive?"
Zhao Rong was running in the dark tomb passage according to the memory of the map of the imperial mausoleum, gradually going deeper and running towards a certain place in the imperial mausoleum.
This imperial mausoleum is very huge. If he hadn't obtained the map from the mausoleum craftsman in advance, 90% of the time he would have gotten lost.
At this time, Zhao Rong came to his senses after hearing Sword Spirit's serious words, nodded and said:
"Well, does it count to wait for an 'accident'?"
His heart sank and he said speechlessly: "So there is no plan? Are you just stalling for time and hope that Zhao Qian'er will step in to rescue the troops? Or will others arrive in time?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, nodded again, and looked calmly at the dark and unknown passage ahead:
"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself."
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ps: This chapter will be written very slowly.
I should still be able to code some in the early morning, but I might be too sleepy and fall asleep in the middle of the morning. It will probably take until the morning to finish all the coding. Brothers, please refresh at 8 o'clock in the morning...