The magician is not as lucky as the Gu Master, and is protected by a body of golden Gu insects.

His body was pressed under the bronze bell, and his lower body had become the sandwich in a sandwich biscuit. His flesh and blood were so bloody that it was impossible to distinguish his left and right legs.

But the magician still struggled.

Yan Shouyi frowned and approached, took a few more glances, and said, "Hu Hai said that the four descendants of folk sects guarding the inner city are Hoban's friends."
< br />"What's wrong?" Lin Zitong blinked her purple pupils and asked.

"Since it is friends who volunteer to guard the tomb, why did Hoban seal their souls in the main hall?"

"Huh?"

Lin Zitong also noticed something was wrong.

Yan Shouyi pointed at the magician again and said: "Although the body of the poisonous master I met is controlled by a poisonous insect king, he is technically a zombie. The magician you encountered The same goes for mages."

"It stands to reason that the ancients valued the remains more than we modern people, and rarely even cremated them. Even if the four of them had a good relationship with Hoban, they would not be willing to make friends with each other. He left his body and was turned into a zombie, right?"

"This is so inconsistent with the common sense at the time."

The problem pointed out by Yan Shouyi hit the nail on the head, and Lin Zitong also frowned He frowned and started thinking.

There must be monsters when things go wrong, not to mention being in the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum, 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 heart, 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 a little bit left on his body. Soul, I will first draw out his remnant soul and see if I can search for some memories."

Ju Ling Sending General is the secret skill of Lushan Sect. Everything related to ghosts and souls, They are all what Lushan Sect is good at.

Now that Lin Zitong is the next leader of Lushan Sect, she must have accomplished something in her studies. Searching memories from 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 inspect, and Kurokawa Lu held it in his handThe hilt of the samurai sword was guarded by Lin Zitong's side every step of the way.

Lin Zitong was completely relieved. She sat next to the magician who was still alive and gently shook the soul-calling bell.

Ding bell!

When the bell rings, the lonely ghosts are gone with the wind.

Ding bell!

The bell rings twice, telling passers-by not to stop.

Ding bell!

The bell rings three times, and the deceased returns immediately upon command!

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. .

Looking at it, Lin Zitong’s face suddenly became ugly.

As soon as Yan Shou saw this, he guessed that the memory of the magician was not 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 a few incomplete memories, which are not complete, but some key points have been read."

“You are right, the four heirs of the folk sect guarding the inner city did not do so voluntarily.”

“Although they are Hoban’s friends, they guard the mausoleum. It was entirely Hoban who forced them to come!"

"Hoban first deceived them into the imperial mausoleum, and then secretly used tricks to kill them all, and then sealed their souls and killed them. Their bodies were made into zombies, sealed in coffins, and hung on the four walls of the inner city, so that their coffins kept hitting the bronze bells. The bronze bells were a kind of restraint!"

Yan Shou's eyes flashed Move, secretly thinking that this Hoban is really a beast.

In order to build the imperial mausoleum and serve Qin Shihuang, he even spared his friends!

But then he thought of his previous speculation.

If that’s the case, it all becomes reasonable again.

"Stinky girl, you said..."

Yan Shouyi hesitated and said: "Why do you think this Hoban is 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.? ”

The two people have the same idea.

The world is bustling, and everyone comes for profit. The world is bustling, and everyone goes for profit.
< br /> 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 something for himself from beginning to end. That's why he was so concerned about the imperial mausoleum that he even killed his friends to be buried with him to guard the mausoleum.

His ultimate goal was to remove the bones of the first emperor in the world after the death of Qin Shihuang. Just find a place to throw it away, 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 even think about it. Dare to think deeply.

But if you continue to think along this line of thinking, there are more possibilities.

“There are so many dangerous places in the world, but the national master just chooses them. At the northern foot of Mount Li, he chose 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 may be something, it may be some information, it may even be someone," Yan Shou said, "But the final direction must be the purpose of the national master. Then It means breaking the curse and gaining immortality. ”

At this point in the discussion, the truth about the entire imperial mausoleum is about to come out.

Qin Shihuang, Ho Ban, and the Imperial Master, all three of them have the same purpose.

Three people with the same purpose gathered in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

There must be secrets in this tomb.

“Hiss...”< br />
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 was just under the speculation of the two. Coming out of the water feels 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, turning his eyes to the northwest.

" There are still corpse chasers and paper tie-ups left. You come and pick one, and we will take action together. . ”