Da Qin: I, the corpse raiser, awaken the demon god Bai Qi

Now everyone in the world thinks that the eldest son of Da Qin is Fusu.

No one knows the truth. No one knows that the real eldest son of Great Qin has been living in the dark and damp Lishan Mausoleum for decades.

No one even knows whether Ying Wuyou is alive or dead now.

Ying Zheng stood up:"Oh, I really should go to the Lishan Emperor's Tomb."

"Go see my son Wuyou and buy him two new clothes, or maybe……"

"Gather his bones for him……"

However, Ying Zheng is not the only one who wants to go to the Lishan Imperial Tomb.

After returning to the Yin Yang family, Donghuang Taiyi immediately summoned all the elders.

One of the senior elders spoke anxiously to urge

"Head of the family, has your majesty received detailed information about the Lunar Star from you?"

Donghuang Taiyi shook his head slightly:"I didn't go into too much detail because the people involved in this matter are too special and it's really hard to explain."

"But according to the bits and pieces of information I mentioned, I think the person in front of His Majesty and Your Majesty must have some associations."

Hearing this, the other elders of the Yin Yang family also looked thoughtful.

After a while, someone spoke again.

"Master, let’s go and investigate in secret and find out the true location of the imperial mausoleum?

Donghuang Taiyi waved her hand directly:"No need!" No need!"

"Your Majesty must know the exact location of the imperial mausoleum alone. It would be difficult for others to find out."

"We just need to do our part well, and as for the rest, even if we don't take action, someone else will!"

All the elders of the Yin Yang family nodded.

……

Xianyang North City, Zhao Mansion.

As the current magistrate of CRRC, Zhao Gao has his own mansion, and this is also the headquarters of Luo Wang.

At this time, Zhao Gao's face that was so fair and cold was gloomy, the tall hat on his head made it look even more depressing, and his voice was high-pitched and cold.

"Six Sword Slave, is there any progress on the matter of the Imperial Mausoleum?"

The six sword slaves each exuded a gloomy and terrifying aura, and the one at the front said.

"Reporting back to the leader, after many detailed investigations, the specific location of the imperial mausoleum is currently only accurate to the vicinity of the Qinling Mountains!"

"As for going into more detail, we can’t do it right now, we need more time!"

Zhao Gao frowned slightly.

"Um?"

"I have kept this matter with you for nearly a year, and this is the only result I found?"

Although Zhao Gao's voice was not high-pitched, his cold murderous intention was real.

The sword slave just now immediately spoke with fear and fear, his voice trembling a little.

"First, chief, the location of the imperial mausoleum is too hidden. We did our best to check it out.……"

Zhao Gao was too lazy to listen and interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, I’ll leave you with three days at the end!"

"If there is no satisfactory news after three days, then you……"

The words stopped abruptly here.

Each of the Six Sword Slaves lowered their heads, but they could feel Zhao Gao's cold gaze passing through them like a cold blade.

The dignified Six Sword Slaves were all trembling with fear and hairy bodies all over their bodies.

"Leader, we will definitely complete the mission!"

Regardless of whether it can be completed or not, all the Six Sword Slaves gritted their teeth and agreed.

Zhao Gao shook his head slightly, and the Six Sword Slaves left as quickly as possible as if they were relieved.

Zhao Gao, who stayed in place, put his hands behind his back and spit out a long breath. tone

"Oh, Ying Wuyou!"

……

Qinling Mountains, Lishan Mountain!

In the middle of the mountain, this is an extremely magnificent palace.

Tens of thousands of coolies and strong men continue to work day after day.

The clanking sounds of collisions and the clashing of fine iron continued to sound, and the vast Mausoleum of the First Emperor was taking shape bit by bit.

In the main tomb chamber of the imperial mausoleum, there was silence, even a bit of deathly silence.

Ying Wuyou was still sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed, and there was a corpse directly in front of Ying Wuyou, sitting upright with his eyes closed.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Ying Wuyou opened his eyes, and there was a flash of red light.

Then, he quickly formed various mysterious seals with his hands, and volleyed towards the corpse in front of him!

From the original dimness, the corpse was now glowing brightly. , and there are various ancient symbols constantly appearing

"call——"

Not long after, Ying Wuyou's own breathing became a little heavy, and there were a lot of sweat beads on his forehead.

But this time the body was picked up at the most critical moment, and he had no choice but to separate.

He gritted his teeth suddenly and his eyes instantly focused.

The last move of the corpse-raising seal is to draw the soul into the body and strike out with the most perfect posture.

The moment he was beaten out, Ying Wuyou directly held the cold jade bed with both hands, and his originally straight back also bent.

"Good guy, a complete corpse raising ceremony consumes a lot of money!"

Ying Wuyou complained boringly, but when he looked at the corpse in front of him, his tired eyes were filled with radiance.

The runes he had just typed were slowly flowing, and the corpse was actually slowly standing up. He stood up, his figure was tall and majestic, full of power.

There was a red light in his pupils, flickering non-stop, flickering on and off, extremely strange.

"Buzz!"

There was another soft sound, and all the brilliance around the corpse faded, and the originally blood-red pupils became like ordinary people.

But the eyes emanating from the pupils were full of doubts.

"I, I am now……"

Lu Bu was indeed very confused at this time. He had been defeated at Baimen Tower and had been killed.

Why did he regain consciousness again at this time?

And, what kind of place is this, the underworld?

"Lu Bu!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lu Bu was full of vigilance and turned around quickly

"who!"

When Lu Bu turned around, the first thing he saw was Ying Wuyou.

Ying Wuyou's body looked quite thin, his face was extremely pale, and he was sickly.

But even so, Lu Bu was still in Ying Wuyou's body. , he felt so much pressure that he couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

It seemed that there was a mark from the origin of life somewhere in the dark, telling the truth.

The man in front of him, who looked so weak, could not help but tremble for the rest of his life. It cannot be disobeyed!

This is an absolutely subconscious instinct that can never be changed in the slightest.

"Owner! Lu Bu meets the master!"