Saburo Honda forced his way out, and the blood on his body kept flowing.
Of course, these blood are not his, but the Great Master's.
"Haha, it's just a machine city, that's it?" Honda Saburo laughed mockingly.
If it had been anyone else, this machine city would have died a hundred times over.
In fact, had it not been for immortality, Honda Saburo and the others would have been finished.
In the core agency room.
When the head of the Gongshu family saw that the man was fine, he was so angry that he immediately lay down in the coffin and became depressed.
The organ city that he was proud of was supposed to be the most powerful organ in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, able to stop all tomb robbers.
Unexpectedly, no one stopped him, which made him angry.
Zhou Sheng went over and patted the coffin and said, "It's not your fault. It's because their bodies are special. In fact, they died long ago. Now they are just a group of consciousnesses supporting the body."
It is impossible for a dead person to be resurrected. Even the resurrection of Yin Man requires mountains and seas as a medium to absorb it for thousands of years.
But Saburo Honda and the others were not truly resurrected.
If they can be resurrected easily, then why should Xu Fu look for Shanhai? He can just kill the people of the Tianzun Association to support himself.
They are people who have been awakened by a group of secret techniques, and their minds have a will that has not dissipated before they were alive.
After a person dies, there will be a seven-day morgue. During these seven days, the person's consciousness will gradually dissipate and eventually turn into a cold corpse.
And these seven days are also the last time to pay homage.
After the first seven days, the person's consciousness has completely disappeared and he can rest in peace.
Zhou Sheng suspected that on the seventh day, Honda Saburo and the others would break out for a while and then weaken.
It's like, reflecting back on the light.
As for Saburo Honda and the others, Zhou Sheng couldn't go up and do the work. He wouldn't be able to kill them by himself, but he would be caught by them.
You can only fight with them.
After Zhou Sheng appeased the family head of the public loser, he quickly left and headed to the next institution.
The next mechanism is just enough to trap people.
Coming out of Guancheng, go straight for about a hundred steps and you will see a pool.
The entire pool was pitch black, dyed black by black ink.
This is the Confucian black ink color.
Confucianism pays attention to benevolence and righteousness. Even the mechanism installed in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor is not strong. Its biggest function is to trap people.
Underneath the black ink are all brushes used for writing, while a large number of letters are piled on both sides.
This is a Confucian letter containing some wise sayings.
Confucians are also very smart. They placed some of their letters in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, hoping that thousands of years later, someone could learn about the glorious history of Confucianism through the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.
After all, no matter how strong the inheritance is, it can easily be cut off.
Zhou Sheng hid the letter, then walked around Heimo Ze and activated Hei Mo Ze's mechanism.
The precipitated graphite boils instantly and the water becomes thick and firm.
The more you struggle, the harder you struggle to get out.
The only way to overcome it is to calm down and recite the Analects of Confucius.
This black ink pool was originally a Confucian brush wash basin. The brush underneath is said to be the brush used by the seventy-two disciples and three thousand disciples of Saint Kong, which has a little spirituality.
And Saburo Honda is from Japan, so naturally he doesn’t know what the Analects of Confucius is.
After Zhou Sheng arranged the mechanism, he hid in the dark, closed his eyes and concentrated, hiding his aura.
This black ink is not very harmful, but its ability to trap people is absolutely outstanding.
After a few breaths,
Saburo Honda and others ran over quickly and stood outside the black ink pool.
"Sir, this..."
"What is this? Let's go!"
Saburo Honda didn't hesitate too much and plunged into the black ink.
When everyone saw this, they followed him one after another. They were not afraid of any danger anyway.
However, when Saburo Honda wanted to swim to the shore, he found that the water here trapped him.
The brush underneath floated and trapped their heads.
The more they struggled, the tighter the stranglehold became.
Seeing this, Saburo Honda immediately tore off his own head and threw it to the other side. Then he took apart his body bit by bit and threw it ashore.
Zhou Sheng saw this scene in secret, appeared decisively, sealed Honda Saburo's head in a box, and wrapped the hand that Honda Saburo threw up.
"Guardian of the tomb, you can't kill me, and you can't stop us!" Saburo Honda's head shouted.
"It's okay, I can't kill you, I can trap you."
Zhou Sheng closed the lid and locked Saburo Honda's head.
He originally wanted to kick him back, but why did he want to take him back? It would be better to just lock him up.
The other great masters saw Honda Saburo's head and hands being imprisoned by the mausoleum guardians, and they pressed their heads back one after another.
Saburo Honda was still cursing and yelling, his body was still struggling, but he couldn't make a sound.
Zhou Sheng sat on the opposite bank and watched them struggle.
The harder they struggle, the harder the black ink binds, but there is a critical point. Once the restraint is too deep, the black ink will lose its binding force.
Just like a spider web, the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes, but sooner or later it will break.
But at this time, Zhou Sheng calculated that the fastest is seven days and the shortest is ten days.
If they break out, that's seven days.
Zhou Sheng can wait.
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Abbot Fairy Mountain.
Zhao Gao played with the sand table boredly and said calmly: "The Mohists, the public losers, the Confucians, the Taoists, the military strategists, and finally the Legalists. With so many people assisting the First Emperor, the construction of the First Emperor's Mausoleum is extraordinary."
"Isn't there your Yin Yang family?" Xu Fu looked at Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao couldn't help but smile, "In the Yin Yang family, aren't it just you and me?"
"You are Yang and I am Yin." Zhao Gao said with a smile.
"I forgot." Xu Fu forgot that this happened.
There are too many identities, and occasionally I forget one or two.
Zhao Gou fiddled with the sand table and pointed to a black pool on the sand table.
"This black pool can trap your people for seven days."
"After seven days, your people will probably be weakened a bit." Zhao Gao looked at Xu Fu and asked, "Don't you have any backup plans?"
Tianzun Xu Fu took out a black elixir and threw it on the sand table.
"This is enough for them to recover." Xu Fu said calmly.
Zhao Gao's long nails pierced the elixir, and a tiny worm crawled out from the elixir and followed Zhao Gao's nails all the way up.
"You are so willing to give up. Each of these bugs is the blood of your third life, but after they are eaten, the body cannot bear it for long." Zhao Gao's fingers were soft, and the bugs kept crawling on his hands.
"It's enough. After the first seven days, they can take the elixir and continue their adventure."
Zhao Gao said calmly: "Confucianism talks about benevolence and righteousness, Taoism talks about law and nature, and Taoist institutions are not simple either."
Xu Fu made his own decision.
"Zhao Gao, if I want something, there is nothing I can't get."
Zhao Gao smiled when he heard this and said: "You want dragon veins. I haven't seen you take one back for so long."