The magician is not as lucky as the poisonous poison master, as he is protected by a body of golden poisonous poisonous insects.
His body was pressed under the bronze bell, and his lower body had become the filling of a sandwich biscuit. His flesh and blood were so bloody that it was impossible to distinguish his left and right legs.
But the magician is still struggling.
Yan Shouyi frowned and approached, took a few more glances, and said, "Hu Hai said that the four descendants of the folk sect guarding the inner city are Hoban's friends."
"What's wrong?" Lin Zitong blinked her purple eyes and asked.
"Since friends volunteered to guard the tomb, why did Hoban seal their souls in the main hall?"
"Um?"
Lin Zitong also noticed something was wrong.
Yan Shouyi pointed at the juggler again and said: "Although the Gu Master I met is controlled by a Gu Insect King, he is technically a zombie, and the same goes for the Juggler you met."
"It stands to reason that the ancients valued corpses more than we modern people, and rarely even cremated them. Even if the four of them had a good relationship with Hoban, they wouldn't be willing to hand over their bodies and be turned into zombies, right?"
"This was so unconventional at the time."
The question pointed out by Yan Shouyi hit the nail on the head, and Lin Zitong also frowned and started thinking.
If things go wrong, there will be monsters, not to mention being in the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, which is full of dangers. It is always right to be careful.
When you encounter something that feels wrong, it’s best to think it through first so that you don’t have to worry about it later.
"I have a guess in my mind, but this guess is too bold." Lin Zitong opened her red lips and said softly.
Yan Shouyi said nothing, and used his eyes to signal Lin Zitong to express her speculation.
In fact, he also had a bold guess in his heart, which would probably coincide with Lin Zitong.
"Wait a minute."
Lin Zitong shook his head and said: "Although this magician has turned into a zombie, there must still be some soul left on his body. I will first dig out his remnant soul to see if I can search for some memories."
Ju Ling Qian Jiang is the secret skill of the Lushan Sect. Everything related to ghosts and souls is what the Lushan Sect is good at.
Now that Lin Zitong is the next leader of the Lushan Sect, she must have accomplished something in her studies. Searching memories from the remnant souls is just a piece of cake for her.
"I will protect the law for you." Yan Shou said.
Sanyuan also flew into the sky to patrol. Kurokawa Riku held the handle of the samurai sword in his hand and stayed by Lin Zitong's side.
Lin Zitong was completely relieved. She sat next to the magician who was still alive and gently shook the soul-calling bell.
jingle!
When the bell rings, the lonely souls and wild ghosts are gone with the wind.
jingle!
The bell rings twice, and passers-by are not allowed to stop.
jingle!
Ring the bell three times, and the deceased will return as soon as possible!
The juggler, who was originally looking ferocious, suddenly stopped struggling.
His face showed a look of peace and relief, and a faint fluorescent light floated from his body.
The fluorescence gathered and was absorbed by the soul-calling bell.
Lin Zitong blinked, and her beautiful purple pupils were suddenly covered with a veil. She stared straight ahead, as if she was watching a movie that no one else could see.
As he watched, Lin Zitong's face suddenly became ugly.
As soon as Yan Shou saw this, he guessed that the magician's memory might not be that good.
Soon, Lin Zitong pressed the soul-calling bell, and the gauze in her eyes receded.
She exhaled a breath, and without waiting for Yan Shou to ask, she said in a cold voice: "Remnant Soul only has some incomplete memories, which are not complete, but some key points have been read."
"You are right. The four successors of folk sects guarding the inner city did not do so voluntarily."
"Although they are Hoban's friends, the matter of guarding the mausoleum was completely forced by Hoban!"
"Hoban first deceived them into the imperial mausoleum, and then secretly killed them all. Then he sealed their souls, made their bodies into zombies, sealed them in coffins, and hung them on the four walls of the inner city.
Their coffins keep hitting the bronze bell, and the bronze bell is a kind of restraint!"
Yan Shou's eyes flashed and he secretly thought that this Hoban is really a beast.
In order to build the imperial mausoleum and serve Qin Shihuang, he even spared his own friends!
But then he thought of his previous speculation.
If that's the case, it all becomes reasonable again.
"Smelly girl, you said..."
Yan Shouyi hesitated for a moment and said, "Why is this Hoban so concerned about other people's tombs?"
Lin Zitong sighed softly: "You want to say that maybe this imperial mausoleum was not built by Hoban for Qin Shihuang, but for himself?"
Their ideas coincided with each other.
The world is bustling, and everyone is here for profit. The world is bustling, and everyone is leaving for profit.
How could a man like Hoban, who was proud of his talent and ruthless, surrender wholeheartedly to the imperial power?
It is more likely that Hoban was building an imperial mausoleum for himself from beginning to end, so he was so concerned about it that he even killed his friends to be buried with him.
His ultimate goal was to throw the bones of the first emperor in the world anywhere after the death of Qin Shihuang, then lie down in the copper coffin and become the emperor of the underworld, patrolling Kyushu day and night!
This guess was so bold that Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong did not dare to think deeply about it.
But if you think along this line of thinking, there are more possibilities.
"There are so many dangerous places in the world, but the imperial master chose the northern foot of Mount Li, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin. Perhaps what he wanted was not the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin, but..."
Yan Shou paused, "But for Hoban?"
Lin Zitong bit her lower lip: "Do you suspect that Hoban hid something in the imperial mausoleum to attract the imperial master?"
"It might be something, it might be some information, it might even be someone," Yan Shou said, "but the ultimate direction must be the purpose of the national master, which is to break the curse and gain immortality."
At this point in the discussion, the truth about the entire imperial mausoleum is about to come out.
Qin Shihuang, Huo Ban, and the Imperial Preceptor all have the same purpose.
And three people with the same purpose gathered in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.
There must be secrets in this tomb.
"hiss……"
Yan Shouyi took a breath and felt his scalp numb.
At this time, the conspiracy that had been separated for more than two thousand years came to the surface under the speculation of the two people. It felt a bit like a dream.
"Everything still needs evidence to support it, and the evidence is in the main hall. We are very close to the truth." Lin Zitong comforted.
"I understand, but there are still two masters standing in front of us now."
Yan Shouyi said and turned his eyes to the northwest.
"There are still corpse chasers and paper-making people left. You can pick one and we'll do it together."