Different from the deathly silence underground, there were thunder and lightning and heavy rain on the ground.
The thunder came one after another, and the sound of thunder filled my ears, even covering up the sound of heavy rain.
The heavy rain washed the ground, and the big raindrops hit people's faces painfully.
At the gap in the imperial tomb, mud flowed along the canal, mixed with bright red blood.
There were many people lying on the ground. Among them were the descendants of the Chang'an folk sect who followed Li Chongxi's call to guard the imperial mausoleum, and the Twenty-eight Stars who followed Jiaomu Jiaochuwu.
Chu Wu wanted to enter the imperial mausoleum, but Li Chongxi defended.
The two sides faced each other with swords, causing heavy casualties.
Because there was a cordon outside and all the ordinary people inside were unconscious, the shopping spree between the two parties was not noticed by the outside world.
At this moment, the manpower of both sides has been reduced to the minimum.
Li Chongxi's face was ugly. Because Chu Wu and others had the numerical advantage, and the Ghost King was assisting him, his casualties were relatively heavy.
But Chu Wu's face was even uglier. He had all kinds of advantages, but he was still resisted by Li Chongxi and others for more than half an hour.
For them, time is more precious now.
What if Yan Shouyi got something like that in the imperial mausoleum...
Chu Wu felt a chill in his heart. If his action failed, Li Genmiao would probably kick him out of the team without hesitation, right?
After all, Li Genmiao can employ many people under his command. In addition to the twenty-eight constellations, there are also twelve Yuan Chen, four values and five ghosts.
One more of him is not too much, and one less of him is not too little.
"How long can we hold on?"
Wang Jixiang was covered in blood, breathing heavily, and sounded like an old scalper.
He turned back to look at He Xiping. He Xiping had just fought with a credit knife man. Although he killed the credit knife man, he was also cut open in the chest. He was now retreating to the tent under the care of Zhao Yiyao.
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The others have also suffered more or less, but the weakest one, Long Feicheng, is still intact because it has been wandering behind to shoot cold arrows and play dirty tricks.
It's just that the people on the other side have long hated this wretched guy Long Feicheng. If they seize the opportunity later, they will definitely cut Long Feicheng into pieces.
"We can't last much longer."
A Gong frowned and said in a hollow voice: "My paper figures are almost used up, Luo Ning's zombies are all dead, and..."
He took stock of his own strength and found that everyone was at the end of their strength and could not hold on for long.
"Brother Yan!"
Long Feicheng rushed to the gap in the imperial mausoleum anxiously and shouted inside: "Come out quickly, we really can't hold it anymore!"
In the dark corridor of the imperial mausoleum, only the echoes of Longfei City continued for a long time, and no response came from Yan Shouyi.
Shi Jing snorted coldly, turned around and said to Chu Wu: "A lot of your people died too."
"None of them are important," Chu Wu said indifferently. "The most urgent task is to enter the imperial mausoleum."
"What is there in the imperial mausoleum that attracts you?" Yu Jinhong was interested in this.
He is simply a bereaved dog now, but a bereaved dog also has the heart to make a comeback.
Seeing Chu Wu coveting the treasures from the imperial mausoleum, Yu Jinhong also had his own thoughts. If the treasures in the imperial mausoleum were powerful enough, he, Yu Jinhong, would have a chance to steal them and regain his strength!
Yu Jinhong, who was used to living a life of fine clothing and fine food, would never be able to endure the pain of being dependent on others.
Chu Wu was a little more defensive, ignored Yu Jinhong's question, and said to Shi Jing:
"I will take a while to cast spells to trap Li Chongxi and others. You and I will each leave some men to delay them, and the others will enter the imperial mausoleum! Once we enter the imperial mausoleum, we will each do what we should do!"
Chu Wu's purpose is to find something, and Shi Jing's purpose is to kill Yan Shouyi. The two sides only reached a temporary cooperation.
Shi Jing nodded and agreed to Chu Wu's plan.
But there was no trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
For Shi Jing, just killing Yan Shouyi is certainly not enough.
Only children make choices. The answer for adults is - want them all!
What's more, Shi Jing is still a centuries-old ghost king. How could he not be interested in Chu Wu's goal?
In Shi Jing's plan, Yan Shouyi wanted to kill, Chu Wu also wanted to die, and even Yu Jinhong was on the death list. More importantly, he wanted to get everything in the imperial mausoleum!
This is Qin Shihuang’s mausoleum!
The best emperor in the world!
How could Shi Jing be indifferent?
The two parties reached a cooperation, and Chu Wu immediately took action.
He put his hands together, but he was not imitating the monk's salute. When he moved his hands away, a string of small paper figures appeared in his hands!
These paper figures are no more than the size of a palm, with simple facial features painted on their faces. They hold hands and are connected in a string.
Chu Wu threw out the paper figures. These paper figures seemed to have been folded tens of millions of times. They were lined up one after another, stretching for hundreds of meters, directly surrounding Li Chongxi and others!
"This is……!?"
Agong and Li Chongxi's expressions changed at the same time, their pupils almost shrank to the size of pinholes, their eyes were full of fear!
"This is the unique skill of making paper figures. Thousands of ghosts will bury them!" A Gong said with a serious face. "Each paper figure in his hand has a soul of a living person sealed in it. These souls hold hands and are connected.
Possessing the soul can unleash huge power! Although I know this trick, because I have to kill too many innocent people, I never thought of using it. This guy actually..."
The techniques of folk sects are so varied and endless that even seniors like Li Chongxi may not be able to recognize them all.
But there is a way to estimate whether the opponent's moves are powerful or not. This method is to infer based on how many people the opponent has to kill when using his stunts!
The more people you kill, the more powerful your skills become!
Even Wang Ji, who didn't know the trick of "Ten Thousand Ghosts Ambush", went to them and heard that A Gong said that this trick could kill so many people, and he knew how dangerous this trick was!
Li Chongxi's face was also extremely serious:
"You guys, if you can escape, escape as quickly as possible."
When everyone heard what Li Chongxi said, their hearts became even colder.
Is even Senior Li planning to accept his fate?
Is there really no way to crack it?
But what Li Chongxi said next was: "I'm here to hold them back. How many of you can leave? This battle is not really over yet. The imperial mausoleum is your last battlefield!"
Long Feicheng's eyes widened: "Do you agree with us entering the imperial mausoleum?!"
"Why do you still care about so many rules at this time!" Li Chongxi shouted.
Everyone suddenly woke up and knew in their hearts that Li Chongxi was planning to sacrifice his life for righteousness and lead the successors of the folk sect in Chang'an City alone to hold back Chu Wu and others.
And their mission is to enter the imperial mausoleum to support Yan Shouyi!