Artifact

"Miss Nine, are you alright?"

Before Night Thirteen stepped forward, a gloomy coldness surrounded him, and when he looked again, he saw a mist gushing out of the turtle shell tomb, surrounding the two of them.

"Who are you waiting for? dare to break into the underworld?!".

Night Thirteen can see clearly, this is not an ordinary fog, there seems to be a human figure moving in it!

Behind her, Miss Nine squatted on the ground and let out a series of coughs:

"Damn it, Miss Ben...... I actually underestimated this dead man's tomb!".

Night Thirteen stood in front of her, protected the front, and whispered, "You go first!".

"Hmph, Night Thirteen, I don't want your help!".

Night Thirteen wanted to say something, but found that there were more and more figures in the mist, and slowly approached him.

The comer is not good!

Could it be that in addition to the protection of the Buddha's head in this tomb, there are other things in the tomb?

By the way, of course there is! It is the prime minister Wang Gongzhong who has become a spirit bound by the earth!

Night Thirteen shouted: "But Prime Minister Wang Jia?!".

Wang Gongzhong, the prime minister of the Western Han Dynasty, Gongzhong is his word, and his real name is Wang Jia.

In the mist, several human figures hesitated slightly: "Who are you?!".

"I am a descendant of the Han family, and I broke into the prime minister's tomb to find lost property, and I am so offended!"

To tell the truth, Ye Thirteen's surname is really derived from the descendants of Dr. Zhou, and the standard is of Chinese blood, and it is not a lie to say that he belongs to the descendants of the Han family.

"Han Chinese...... Han ?......

".

The figures in the mist muttered to themselves and talked to each other, and suddenly one of them was a little taller and furious

"The Han family has long been cut off! Cannibals are chaotic, and people are angry!"

As it spoke, it took a big step forward, and a strange thing with a sharp point pierced out of the dense mist, heading straight for the Thirteen Doors of the Night!

Night Thirteen didn't have time to dodge, so he reached out to block it.

He didn't expect that the attack on the door was a false move, and it turned into a light mist and disappeared when it fell in front of him, but there was a move below that was real - I don't know what hit Night Thirteen's wrist with a bang!

The extinguishing phase is still there, and Night Thirteen's hand is there, but the power of this blow is huge, and Night Thirteen can't grasp the Buddha's head steadily, and he rolls off with his hand!

That is, the moment the Buddha's head landed, a white light suddenly appeared, and it swept wildly!

The tomb was full of smoke and dust, rumbling and deafening, and the earth shook the mountains!

A loud shout rang out from behind:

"Night Thirteen, get out of the way for me! Miss Ben will meet it!".

Night Thirteen just felt a sudden strong force behind him, and the whole person flew backwards in the air, and a petite figure rushed out:

"Sword up!".

There was a "hum", and for a while, Night Thirteen's ears completely lost their effect, and they saw a seven-colored color that illuminated all things erupt in the dark tomb, like a rainbow with a supernova explosion!

The head of the Buddha that was spinning wildly on the ground was hit in front of him, and the white light was suddenly extinguished, and a little star fell in the tomb, a vision.

Miss Nine held the sword trick in her hand, carrying the Dao sword, and still maintained a posture of being ready to attack, her chest rose and fell.

Night Thirteen looked at it from behind, only to see that the front of the Buddha's head was cut open by a sword, and it was cut in half by half an inch!

Miss Nine is amazing!

As soon as Night Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief, a strange sound echoed in the tomb:

"The sky has been removed, and the world is bright!".

The fog regathers.

This time, there were more human figures in the fog, and they were like no one around, as if they were performing a drama after drama, filled with various lines and scenes.

For some reason, Night Thirteen could understand that this was a reflection of what Prime Minister Wang Gongzhong had seen and heard back then.

Wang Gongzhong had a grudge against the Han family and died unjustly, even so, he was still recalling the bits and pieces of what he had experienced at the beginning, a moment in his life.

This shows that he still retains the remnants of humanity!

Night Thirteen walked up to Miss Nine, pressed her tense hand, and whispered:

"The power to build and control this tomb has been destroyed, and now there is only one old feudal man who worries about the country and the people. "

Miss Nine raised her eyebrows: "How can you prove it? I won't be fooled again, Miss Ben will completely destroy this tomb!"

Night Thirteen waved his hand: "Look at me." "

After that, Night Thirteen took two steps forward, bowed three times to the turtle shell tomb, and said:

"Wang Xiang, you have worked hard all your life, you are upright and resolute, dignified and selfish, and dare to risk death to admonish you, but now that a thousand years have passed, all this has become ancient, why don't you let go of your resentment and ascend to heaven as soon as possible?"

The human figure in the mist let out a mournful howl:

"Millennium? hehehe...... What about a thousand years? How many people like me who are outspoken and admonished will be able to die well...... A mere man can easily mess with the dynasty and play with the dignified emperor of the Han family!"

"And we, as courtiers, have ended up in prison and torture when we speak out! If the principles of heaven are clear, why is the world so absurd? Majestic Son of Heaven, does he really not understand anything? No, he knows very well in his heart!"

"Perhaps, in the current era, in the court, let alone the reprimands, I am afraid that even silence is a kind of disobedience! Even those who do not praise and bow down actively are regarded as sinful! This world, it is better to let it be destroyed!"

The human form was full of violent, angry and angry, and its image was scattered in a strange shape, terrifying and abnormal.

Ye Thirteen was not panicked at all, he had Yi Qing, Hong Lian and Fang Ling as think tanks, and he had already made the bottom of this tomb clear, and immediately responded:

"Wang Xiang, I don't know what the way of the world is, but there is one thing you may not know. After the death of Liu Xin of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Ping issued an edict in the first four years of the Yuan Dynasty to overturn the case for the adult, posthumously named you as a loyal marquis, and also named the eldest son of the adult, Wang Chong, as the new marquis. "

The

human form trembled obviously, although it was a resentful earthbound spirit, but it was not stupid, and naturally understood what "loyal marquis" meant:

"Loyal Marquis...... Hehehe...... Disloyal...... I died for a thousand years in exchange for a loyal word ......".

Night Thirteen saw that the other party was touched, and said:

"Lord Wang, the way of the world may be getting worse, and maybe it will get worse and worse, but I agree with the fact that the Lord said that the Heavenly Principle is Zhaozhao, because I believe that one day most of the sins will be liquidated, and the grievances can be revealed!"

"Lord Wang, the truth is that after your death, some villains took advantage of your heart's blood to build this tomb into a trap and trap your soul, and in disguise to accumulate grievances here for a long time...... Perhaps, you want to raise adults into some kind of monster!".

The human form let out a loud shout: "What?!monster?!Hmph!How could Master Lu Sheng deceive me?!You talk nonsense again, be careful that my god's tomb is opened, and you will be killed here!".

The wind of words suddenly changed, and the mist suddenly swirled up, turning into a tornado, flowing backwards towards the turtle shell tomb!

Night Thirteen does not dodge or dodge, three ways:

"Prime Minister Wang, as a generation of loyal ministers, even if you are controlled by gangsters, you should strive to save yourself, instead of amplifying your resentment and going with the flow. You know, this was your land, your home, and the place you fought for your life to protect!".

As soon as these words came out, it was as if a strange gravitational force had been generated in mid-air, and the tornado composed of fog slowly stopped as if in slow motion.

In the silence, there was a strange sound of "click" from the turtle shell tomb, like a dry voice from the Yellow Spring of Hell coming out of an unknown crack

"My home...... My Country...... Yes!...... O my home and my country!".