fifth form

Chapter 2325: Breaking the Mausoleum
As long as the matter has nothing to do with oneself, it is common human nature to be open-minded and understanding.

But as long as the problem falls on your head, it is no longer a grain of sand in the era, but a heavy mountain that is difficult to bear.

There were loyal old people among the remnants of the Luofu Dynasty, but as the years went by, when it came to the descendants' turn, most of them had lost their loyalty and instead regarded such behavior as a privilege to gain benefits.

Once this privilege is destroyed, many of the old and young will retaliate regardless of the cost.

This is the reaction when facing external pressure, and it is obviously not much different when facing internal troubles.

Real money was invested in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, and many people even staked their own belongings just to gain an industry in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum that would last for a hundred years.

In just a short moment, the news that the headless skeleton in Emperor Luo Li's tomb stood up and murdered people was spread by the previous helpers, and Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Shixue quickly stepped out of the tomb.

"There are thieves who are trying to harm people through the passage to the Imperial Mausoleum. You must seal off Luo Li's Imperial Mausoleum and guard it tightly. Then call for more people to come. The more people the better!"

Jin Shixue found Feng Ziqiang standing outside the mausoleum with a look of shock on his face. After a brief conversation, Feng Ziqiang began to give orders one after another.

"History, can this imperial tomb really be excavated?"

After giving the orders one after another, Feng Ziqiang looked at Min Ziyan, who was paralyzed on the ground and almost crazy, and was the young helper who had previously followed Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Shixue in and out of the imperial mausoleum. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"The tomb of Emperor Luo Li is an empty tomb. There is nothing else except the imperial coffin that holds the corpse. There is no need to worry about damage. We can dig it up directly," said Jin Shixue with a stiff face.

"That's what I said, but..."

"Master Feng, think about the consequences if that word gets out. It's fine if some of our people leave, but if tourists don't dare to come to such a place in the future, the consequences will be unbearable!"

When Feng Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, he heard Jin Shixue leaning over and saying something in a low voice, which made his face turn red instantly.

Things like murder are not a big deal, people die everywhere, but matters involving ghosts and gods have a huge impact.

Even though modern people are no longer feudal and superstitious, everyone says they don't believe in it, but their actions are to avoid getting into trouble.

If the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum were to be exposed to rumors, thus affecting the future revenue of the entire scenic area, Feng Ziqiang felt that it would be unbearable.

"Dig! Dig this mausoleum clean. Find out who's there, human or ghost!"

After only a few seconds of thinking, Feng Ziqiang had already taken out his communicator and started calling people.

Feng Ziqiang could not command ordinary workers, but there were quite a few old people in the engineering team, and there was no shortage of people to operate various heavy machines.

"Commissioner Zhang?"

Jin Shixue still looked at Zhang Xuezhou with a pale face, trying to get an accurate answer from Zhang Xuezhou.

Jin Shixue followed Zhang Xuezhou's advice and started excavating the tomb of Emperor Luo Li, but Jin Shixue was well aware that the intimidation he encountered was not an ordinary situation.

Jin Shixue vaguely felt that the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum area was not like the tomb groups he had studied in the past, but was filled with contents that he did not understand.

But the time span is too long. The intimidation he experienced from the Luo Wu Emperor's Mausoleum was built five hundred years ago, while the construction period of Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum was less than a hundred years.

No matter how much knowledge he had about tombs, Jin historians could not understand the connection.

At this time, he placed his hope on Zhang Xuezhou, wanting to see if someone with such keen observation skills as Zhang Xuezhou had discovered anything.

"Dig it up first!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the imperial mausoleum which was a hundred meters in radius and dozens of meters high. He was not sure whether he would make it in time or whether he could catch anything big or small.

He looked at the hard soil layer that was as hard as stone, and there was no particularly good way. When the rumbling sounds of excavators and bulldozers reached his ears, he nodded slightly.

It takes several months to clean an ancient tomb, and it is normal to take a year and a half to excavate an imperial tomb.

But violently digging away the hard soil layer of a worthless imperial tomb can complete the destruction in a day or two.

If there are enough machines for digging and pushing the earth, this time can be shorter.

Zhang Xuezhou previously felt that the construction site of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was too noisy and the smell in the air was also bad.

But at this moment he only felt that noise had its advantages, and numbers of people had their advantages.

The number of high-end technical personnel among the old-timers is another matter. There is obviously no shortage of people who can operate excavators, nor is there a shortage of people who are good at lock picking.

The machines in the area under construction by the Zuo family were constantly unlocked, and they kept moving towards the imperial mausoleum area to start digging. From time to time, there were sounds of excavators and other special vehicles approaching in the distance.

The people who had been offering sacrifices and watching the excitement were constantly retreating, some people kept sending messages, and some people cooperated with the night construction, constantly pulling wires and lighting up the area, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Everything was carried out in a chaos, but the work pace was not slow. There were even people carrying shovels and dustpans joining the action.

Zhang Xuezhou found an upwind vantage point for easy observation and then looked at the imperial mausoleum area covering more than 10,000 square meters.

"Is Commissioner Zhang here?"

Zhang Xuezhou had not responded to Jin Shixue before, and Jin Shixue was unable to withstand the impact on his body and was now lying flat on a stretcher receiving compression and injection.

The person who came to question Zhang Xuezhou again was Feng Ziqiang, who gave the orders.

The temperature was lower at night, but Feng Ziqiang took a towel and wiped his sweat.

Jin Shixue is not among the top in terms of strength among the Red Alliance countries, but he is the person with the highest sequence strength among the old and young people.

Min Ziyan, who was almost crazy, was fine, but Feng Ziqiang was undoubtedly distressed by the fate of Jin Shixue. He felt that the well-ordered Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum was fraught with risks, which he could not bear for the time being.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, the only normal person after they entered and exited the imperial mausoleum. He couldn't help but want to know more information at this time, and followed Zhang Xuezhou closely to avoid risks.

No matter what, Zhang Xuezhou's reputation in the Red Alliance is indeed quite good. He is the first in the Wanping Youth Challenge and is almost the best among all the others. He is also regarded by many as the best master of the younger generation.

"Commissioner Zhang, you don't seem to have a gun with you. Do you want to use my gun for self-defense?"

Feng Ziqiang stuffed the sweat-soaked towel into his pocket and took out a small golden pistol from the inner layer of his coat.

He was not in a position to ask Zhang Xuezhou directly, so he first took out his pistol for self-defense to show his sincerity, and then looked at Zhang Xuezhou eagerly.

"Okay, I'll use it!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded and reached out to take the pistol.

Although Feng Ziqiang was very sincere, the other party even gave his gun to Zhang Xuezhou. Feng Ziqiang obviously did not think much of his bodyguards and left the security to Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind Feng Ziqiang's little idea. He pointed to the open space behind him, which made Feng Ziqiang feel relieved and he quickly squatted behind Zhang Xuezhou.

"Commissioner Zhang, is that person... I mean, the person in the tomb really alive?"

Feng Ziqiang asked in a low voice. Zhang Xuezhou was about to shake his head to assure himself that the dead could not be resurrected when a dull voice came and a golden glow of luck rose from the west side of the imperial mausoleum and slowly floated towards the north.

This made him stand up instantly and run out. When the wind and waves under his feet shook, Zhang Xuezhou slid a few feet away and also chased in the northwest direction. Only Feng Ziqiang was left stomping his feet and gasping for air to catch up with him from behind.