There are often unspeakable ways to get rich quickly, such as tomb robbing.
Du Qianqian's destination is called King Seyin Cave, which is not far away. It is only 15 miles away from the station. Silla is very small, so go back quickly.
After walking for 10 minutes, Du Qianqian saw a black shared bicycle next to the damaged road, so he rode it and continued riding towards his destination. He didn't need to spend money. After the company that ran it went bankrupt, its software was hacked.
The cameraless switches have been cracked, and since then they have become real shared vehicles that anyone can ride.
If you have to pay, why call it sharing? Du Qianqian thought to himself. Isn’t it a tool used by the company to make money? However, if it cannot make money, the company will have no motivation to develop these things.
That’s not right. Why should we develop shared bicycles? With such advanced technology, how difficult is it to provide everyone in the world with a hundred bicycles? Du Qianqian was thinking wildly while riding.
Soon she received a text message from Yoshioka Mizuiro.
"Where is it?" Yoshioka Mizuiro asked.
"Outside." Du Qianqian replied vaguely.
"Be safe." Mizuro Yoshioka ended the text message with a smiley emoticon, "You should go out in the shuttle."
This kind of care made Du Qianqian feel at a loss. She felt that they were all cheap emotions, and she was also a cheap witch. Du Qianqian looked forward, the wilderness and hills were shrouded in darkness, and the Shiyin King Cave was located in Yaoyin Mountain.
The demilitarized zone at the southern foot is quite remote.
Wait until daytime to go?
That would be too slow.
"It's not far, I'll go take a look." Du Qianqian replied. She estimated that it was only 15 miles away.
At least look at what that tomb looks like. Du Qianqian has always been bold and has no scruples.
Cycling, cycling, it's boring; Du Qianqian didn't like thinking at first, but riding a bicycle at night was so boring that she couldn't help but start thinking.
One-third of the witch's thoughts are made up of memories. What she remembers most now is the few times she went out with her boss. Each time she made new discoveries. She couldn't help but want to go out with her boss a few more times, but that
It's too difficult.
Just reach out and get whatever you want! This belief is deeply ingrained in Du Qianqian's heart. There is always a chance.
Du Qianqian saw something dark moving far away on the road.
She didn't know what was approaching, so she quickly pushed the bicycle into the dry field among the trees beside the road.
Immediately afterwards, a large armored vehicle drove over, and Du Qianqian was thankful that he got out of the way quickly. The armored vehicle was painted with the identification code of the K2 Corps, and the headlight was damaged, so the light was weak, casting a lake-like brown color in the dark night.
Huang Ying. It was filled with people, all soldiers of the Silla Company. It was an obvious violation of regulations. Even the machine gun barrels, anti-aircraft gun platforms, rear fuel tanks and armored skirts were occupied by people. They used the armored vehicles as troop carriers.
Racing on the road.
She saw little sparks in the dark, which were them smoking, and many bright mobile phone screens, illuminating the soldiers' sad faces.
Now Du Qianqian could see clearly that the Silla people looked very similar to the Xia people. The only difference was that the Xia people rarely dyed their hair, but the Xinluo people dyed their hair very frequently. They all dyed their hair blond or white. He thought
Fashionable; the use of cosmetic prostheses is also very common, creating more three-dimensional noses, double eyelids, thin chins and sharp lips. Especially since they are from Xingping South Road, they are more likely to be infected with the so-called fashionable style. Even soldiers are
Noodles with oily head.
Du Qianqian saw that they were carrying all kinds of sundries on their hands and shoulders, including pots and pans, food, water, and daily necessities in bamboo baskets. It seemed that they had just been transferred from some barracks. Even these luggage were
Brought it with me.
After the armored vehicle passed by, Du Qianqian rode forward five miles and saw a plundered village with about a hundred households.
The smell of death.
Du Qianqian transformed into a Black Fire commando and walked to the village to check. Fresh corpses were thrown into the ditch, and eight or nine people fell to the ground. I don't know whether it was because they had been poured with gasoline and ignited, or because they were ignited by the righteousness on their bodies.
The body exploded, and these corpses were all charred black. She turned around and saw a row of dead men with their backs against the wall, sitting on the base of the wall. There were bullet holes all over from the abdomen to the chest, very neatly.
She saw no survivors, there was blood flowing everywhere, the doors were open at night, and there were no relics on the road. Two rebel soldiers were killed and tied to a tree. Their stomachs were stabbed, as if to vent their anger.
This village seems to have been forgotten. Only third-party evaluation agencies that verify the data will include it for reference.
Du Qianqian looked at the darkness around him. This was a piece of rubble in front of him, a number ten years from now, and a placeholder for a hundred years from now.
Cheap! Du Qianqian laughed in his heart.
100 funds can buy 300 rounds of bullets and kill 100 people. The money a person earns in a lifetime is 2 million, which eliminates 200 million. There is no equal exchange at all.
Du Qianqian was so bold that she walked around the village again to check the dead bodies to see if there were any living people. She actually found one who was pretending to be dead.
A man covered in mud lay on the ground and merged himself with the mire at the entrance of the village, thus avoiding disaster. When Du Qianqian kicked him, he couldn't stand it anymore and let out a whimper.
"Spare me - spare me -" he shouted in a low voice, his mouth and nose were covered with stinking mud, so the sound he made was not normal.
"You're lucky." Du Qianqian took out two sticks of nutritional ointment from his pocket and threw it to him, then left the massacred village without looking back.
She continued moving forward and arrived at Seyin Daiwang Cave an hour later.
The entire cave is located in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The surface part is a palace-style semi-underground entrance made of white rocks. There are interlaced seals at the entrance, which are covered with secret writing symbols. It seems that no one has touched the seal for a long time. In the wind
Trembling slightly.
The tourism company tried to develop this place into an attraction, but it didn't work, leaving only an abandoned ticket station. Du Qianqian could see the reason for the failed operation. This place was really ghostly, except for Du Qianqian, who was not afraid of anything.
Who dares to visit such a haunted place without fear?
Two upright pillars are separated on the left and right. The left pillar is engraved with the personal life of the deposed prince Li Yan. Du Qianqian held up his mobile phone and illuminated it, and his story was recorded in half-written words on the pillar. Li Yan has been very active since he was a child.
He is wise and can reach heaven, humans, gods and ghosts. He learned the recipe for refining weapons and elixirs from ancient books, and then favored the magicians and capable fairies. From then on, he had no interest in state affairs and only wanted to ascend to immortality and reach the stars.
Engraved on the right column is a proclamation written by the ceremonial officer at that time, criticizing Li Yan for not caring about government affairs, being paranoid about government affairs, and frequently executing dissidents. His younger brother Li Jinshang listened to the voice of the stars and knew that Li Yan
Yan's rebellious behavior would bring great disaster to Silla, so in compliance with the law, Li Yan was imprisoned deep in the Seyin King's Cave, where he was considered his tomb and would never be released.
In this way, the useless prince Li Yan was trapped deep in the cemetery until he starved to death. He was buried with many things, not only gold, silver and jewelry, but also the results of his research into the art of immortality.
Priceless, Du Qianqian thought to himself.
She walked forward step by step. Du Qianqian had been trained as a spy and had keen senses. He could distinguish the path ahead without the need for light. She bent down and slipped under the seal to avoid damaging it, but she still felt that she had touched something, and her heart was pounding.
, if there is some kind of restriction on the seal, then she should have triggered it.
A dead ancient man. Du Qianqian comforted himself. What is there to be afraid of? Could it be that it has practiced the art of immortality and will come over and attack him like a zombie?
Du Qianqian was heartbroken and entered the cemetery.
She saw many soldiers dead in the corridor when she first entered, and was surprised to find that they were all modern entertainment company soldiers. She knelt down and carefully used her fingertips to distinguish the cause of their death. They all died from sharp weapons, and their sizes were
The extremely astonishing sharp weapon looked like it was suddenly cut open in the chest by some giant machine axe. The dead body was very fresh, as if it had just died recently.
Did they touch the seal? Du Qianqian looked back and could still see the moonlight shining on the entrance, casting bright white spots.
Du Qian moved these corpses away, thinking only about getting Li Yan's treasure, and wondered what he had to fear! So he changed his image from a black fire assault soldier to that of a professional explorer who had experienced outdoor survival.
Magazine cover. In this way, Du Qianqian felt even more emboldened, as if he also had the courage and survival skills of that explorer.
The cemetery is built according to the pattern of the cave, with twists and turns, and the general trend is getting deeper and deeper.
This is also related to the ancient secret beliefs of Silla. Their death worship is quite special. They believe that after death, the soul can sink or float. If it sinks, it will enter the underworld and be reincarnated into different creatures, such as cattle and horses.
It is possible. If you ascend, you will have the opportunity to cast yourself into the stars and be reincarnated into a fairy who can control reality. That is a knowing and capable existence, which is different from ordinary people.
Therefore, the tombs of the monarchs of the Li Dynasty were built as high as possible, while the tomb of the deposed prince Li Yan was winding downwards and was bottomless.
Du Qianqian walked away for ten minutes. When she turned back, she could no longer see any light or way back.
The surrounding air is humid, and the narrow tomb passage can only allow a maximum of two people to walk side by side. The walls are damp and uneven, and they have not even been plastered. Stalagmites can be seen everywhere soaking in shallow water. The stalactite spikes above the head sometimes drip with dew and make a sound when they fall to the ground. There are traces of man-made objects.
There were very few. She could only see bronze candlesticks embedded in the narrow corridor, but none of the candles were lit.
There is water here, and Li Yan can survive for many days even if he is imprisoned here. Du Qianqian thought to himself.
He probably broke through the immortality spell at the last moment of his life in order to survive.
Du Qianqian looked at the deeper and more spiraling corroded corridor ahead, feeling even more fearful. It would be quite scary to have a battle with the living dead Li Yan in this cemetery.
But then I thought about it, if I killed Li Yan, I could take his body back and sell it.
How much money can be sold?
Du Qianqian stood there, trembling with excitement because of his own thoughts. A Li Yan who lived for five hundred years! With so much ancient secret knowledge in his mind, he could sell it for at least 100 million! If he dies, the price will definitely be reduced.
But it was still worth ten or twenty million. Wealth and freedom waved to Du Qianqian at the bottom of the Shiyin King Cave, and she couldn't help but walk down.
Immortality, money, no matter what, Du Qianqian's heart is moved.
She walked down cautiously and greedily, and the road under her feet gradually changed, from native stone soil to a corridor paved with large blue bricks. The narrow corridor gradually became wider. She looked up, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and discovered that the entire corridor
The final connection is a stone palace!
There are bluestone walls on both sides, and a solid dome on the top. A bronze torch lights up beside Du Qianqian, illuminating a huge black door in front of her.
Du Qianqian held his breath.
This door was too big, too beautiful and too heavy. Du Qianqian didn't know if she could push the door open with her strength. But Li Yan must be behind this door. If she pushed the door open, Li Yan would definitely be there.
will be noticed.
Her heart was beating fast and she was sweating profusely. She felt that it would be a disaster to reach such a deep place.
She squatted on the ground, clicked wildly on her mobile phone, and wrote a suicide note of several hundred words, thanking her boss, thanking Ms. Falosa, thanking 101, 102, thanking Yoshioka Mizuro, thanking the Solid Gold Building and the Witch Council.
If something happened, the death letter would definitely not be issued, but Du Qianqian didn't care, he had his thoughts in mind.
Go in.
Du Qianqian held the solid stone door with both hands, pressed his body forward, and pressed his feet firmly against the ground. He used it as a fulcrum and let his whole body weight press on the stone door to make it move slowly.
The stone door opened a crack, and Du Qianqian was able to see what was going on inside.
She stopped pushing and looked in with one eye. Her eyes were immediately attracted to the coffin in the middle of the stone chamber.
I heard that Falosa was dug out of the coffin. Du Qianqian swallowed. Falosa is a priceless treasure, how many billions? Then the coffin in front of him must be worth a fortune, and Li Yan must be in it.
.
She was thinking wildly while pushing the door faster. The door opened wider and wider, and the cold and damp wind swept out and fell on Du Qianqian, like hundreds of ghosts entangled with each other. Du Qianqian's cowardice and greed competed with each other.
In the end, greed got the upper hand, forcing her to keep pushing. When the door opened a gap of about 50 centimeters, she turned sideways and squeezed through.
At this time, Du Qianqian vaguely saw a figure behind the door. She was so frightened that her heart stopped for a moment, but she still felt hopeful after squeezing through the door.
What's that?
Calm down, calm down... Du Qianqian thought to himself. Then he bravely walked towards the central sarcophagus.
Will Li Yan hide himself inside and hibernate?
Or did he die here forever?
Du Qianqian looked around and saw no trace of the deposed prince Li Yan, nor did he see that figure again.
She pushed open the coffin cover, just like opening a door. She first pushed open a gap of several dozen centimeters, and then looked inside. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. She only seemed to see something like a pair of skeletal feet.
Li Yan died? Du Qianqian wanted to see the details clearly, so he used both hands to push open the coffin lid, which weighed about ten kilograms.
"What are you doing here?"
When he heard someone talking behind him, Du Qianqian softened.
"I, I, I -" Du Qianqian wanted to say something fiercely, but he couldn't say even half a sentence. It took him a while to hold back a few words, "I'll...find the art of immortality."
There was a moment of silence.
"I have found Li Yan's immortality technique." The voice behind him continued.
Du Qianqian turned his head.
She saw a tall, cold woman with white hair and red eyes.