fifth form

Chapter 2451 Gathering the Crowd
Due to the thorough investigation of the missing case and also due to Zhang Xuezhou's arrangement of excavating Dongshan, the empty Luo Li Emperor's Mausoleum was the first to be razed.

It didn't take long, and the imperial mausoleum area was razed to the ground in less than a month.

But the speed of construction and transformation is indeed very fast.

Even though problems had arisen for the Zuo family, who were responsible for the construction of Emperor Luo Li's mausoleum, the construction work had not been slowed down at all.

Once the funds are in place, all construction will be carried out according to the design standards in the drawings.

When Zhang Xuezhou arrived at the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum carrying a large password box, he saw that the Luo Li Imperial Mausoleum area was brightly lit, and the main building of the Last Emperor Museum, which covered an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, had been basically completed.

This was the first area to be flattened, and it also served as a model for buildings in other imperial mausoleum areas. There were also construction teams working together on the construction.

"The overall building looks like this. We are also going to invite the committee members to take a look after it is completed to see if it meets the specifications so that we can build museums in other areas!"

Zhang Xuezhou's trip to the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum by aircraft was not a secret.

Feng Ziqiang, who had been helping out for free at the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, rushed over immediately after hearing the news.

Compared with the high spirits he was nearly a month ago, Feng Ziqiang has lost a lot of weight and has wrinkles on his forehead.

On the one hand, there is tourism development which can only be promoted when the country is peaceful and the people are stable; on the other hand, there is a thorough investigation and crackdown on the heavy military presence in Ontario.

Not to mention the development of tourism in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, knowing the power mobilized by the Allied Nations Committee during the suppression, Feng Ziqiang felt that the old and young clan was a joke.

As long as the committee does not need to consider the impact of strong suppression, everything will be no different from the current suppression in Ontario.

A huge province is under orderly control, so it is no big deal for a group of old people to cause trouble.

The departure of Jin Shixue was almost a heavy blow to him. He felt empty and lost in his heart. It was only after his old father Feng Xiangyu expressed his position that Feng Ziqiang regarded himself as an ordinary person and no longer wore the hat of a member of the old and young group.

Feng Ziqiang is currently one of the investors of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum Scenic Tourist Area. He is also trying his best to push forward the progress of the project and strive to generate revenue as soon as possible.

He rushed out from the crowd, passed several patrolmen who were helping to maintain order, and then gave a presentation in front of Zhang Xuezhou.

"That's a good arrangement," Zhang Xuezhou nodded and reminded, "Don't stop your bonfire sacrifice, keep dancing!"

"Bonfire sacrifice?"

Feng Ziqiang was doubtful, but he conveyed the message very quickly.

"Hurry, hurry, come to the main entrance of the museum and perform the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heaven!"

Although there is no open square in front of the tomb of Emperor Luo Li, the main building of the Museum of the Last Emperor is spacious, so it is not a problem to hold a sacrificial ceremony in it.

For a moment, the crowd was noisy, the sounds of some hurried construction stopped, and the noise of gongs and drums began to beat loudly.

"Where is Luo Zhong's body?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"We followed the supervisory control requirements and did not move the emperor's coffin. It is still on display in the center of the circular area for worship in the center of the museum!"

Feng Ziqiang responded, and Zhang Xuezhou walked away, heading straight to the imperial coffin area.

This made Feng Ziqiang's face change.

He had dared to accompany them to the imperial mausoleum before, but since three people's heads were turned out of the imperial coffin, and Min Ziyan went crazy all night after entering the imperial mausoleum, and Jin Shixue and others had a change in attitude, Feng Ziqiang felt a little nervous.

Feng Ziqiang dared to view the emperor's coffin from afar during the day, but he was a little afraid to go there at night, especially when accompanying Zhang Xuezhou.

He watched Zhang Xuezhou go, and then he was followed by several people who came in flying vehicles, but he just didn't have the courage to follow them.

"I said I brought you guys to watch the bonfire party. I didn't lie to you!"

When the carefree voice sounded, Feng Ziqiang looked up suddenly and saw a woman dressed in a very cool manner leading several people.

The other person's image and voice presented an extremely mismatched and contradictory feeling, but Feng Ziqiang felt vaguely familiar with them.

This person was obviously a stranger in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, but no one stepped forward to intercept him, not even Feng Ziqiang received the message.

"Who are you?"

Seeing the other party coming forward and even trying to enter the museum building which was still blocked by fences, Feng Ziqiang had no choice but to step forward.

As they approached each other, Feng Ziqiang felt a sense of rejection and retreat in his heart.

When he looked up, he saw a foreign man with a mustache nodding at him. Feng Ziqiang felt his heart tremble and his legs and feet almost became sore and weak.

"Arthur, this man is the person in charge of the bonfire party. Put away your cuckoldish manner, otherwise he will be scared when he sees you!" There was a hint of coldness in the carefree voice. Feng Ziqiang's heart shuddered, and he finally remembered the woman's identity.

The other party had shown up once when Zhang Xuezhou took office, and had also made investments on behalf of the Zhou family of Xijing City.

"Commissioner Zhou...Commissioner Zhou?"

Feng Ziqiang asked in a low voice, and the woman nodded.

"Where's Director Zhang?"

"Director Zhang went to the museum center!"

Zhou Yueyan asked, and Feng Ziqiang answered very honestly, which made her satisfied.

"What Director Zhang? Aren't you here to watch the bonfire party?" Montes Arthur asked suspiciously.

"Director Zhang is the person in charge here. We should at least say hello when we come to visit him," Zhou Yueyan said.

"Bonfire party leader? General manager? The situation here is a bit complicated. What are you building here? Why are there so many construction teams?"

Montes Arthur wanted to ask more questions, but Zhou Yueyan was too lazy to answer. She just took out a screw as thick as a finger from her pocket and turned it.

"It's shameful to remove screws from an Airbus!"

Montes Arthur complained in the Red Alliance Mandarin, and had no choice but to follow Zhou Yueyan's steps.

Knowing that Zhou Yueyan had other purposes, Montes Arthur and others had to follow.

But the current situation was barely acceptable. At least Zhou Yueyan really brought them to the bonfire party. There were many people in ancient costumes moving around and placing items. There were a lot of people in such places, so it seemed that there would be no problems.

Montes Arthur winked at Shelton, who shrugged. He immediately realized that Shelton's judgment was no different from his own.

"Bakhtom is a very unreliable guy. His attitude is too much towards the Red Alliance!"

Perhaps because the Red Alliance played a more decisive role in quelling the chaos in the Tours area, the new Speaker of the Thousand Islands Alliance, Bakhtom, is extremely inclined towards Zhou Yueyan.

Montes Arthur could only complain in his heart that he did not consider the other party when asking for advice.

Shelton of the British Alliance followed with a bored look on his face, and Montes Arthur also followed.

"Batiya, be a little more careful!"

Montes Arthur seemed particularly worried and gave a warning, which made a tall and strong man who followed him nod his head. A large shield half a man's height was then buckled on his right arm.

Walking along the unfinished museum, after only fifty or sixty meters, everyone saw the center of the museum.

It was a twenty-meter-high loess pile, which basically maintained the shape before the museum building.

On the pile of yellow earth, a carved imperial coffin was placed horizontally, and several people holding lanterns stood on it.

Arthur Montes felt a slight chill in his heart. Just as he was about to stop, he heard a voice coming from the pile of loess.

"My friend Batia, is Sir Arthur here?"

"Hey!"

"Sir Arthur, this is the coffin of Emperor Luo Li of the Luofu Dynasty. He is the founder of the spiritual field of our Red Alliance. Are you interested in studying it?"

Batia, holding a large shield, just responded in surprise, and then a voice from the loess pile extended an invitation to Montes Arthur.

This made Montes Arthur's foot, which was about to retract, move forward again.

"Is that Director Zhang? I am personally very interested in this!"

Montes Arthur responded loudly.

He had no interest in bonfire parties or anything like that, but as a master of spiritual combat, Montes Arthur undoubtedly paid attention to every outstanding person in this field.

Luo Zhong was indeed on Montes Arthur's radar, even though he had died decades ago.

But Montes Arthur was a little curious about who Director Zhang was who invited him.

He looked at the anti-collapse wooden frame built next to the loess pile, and the power of genes emerged. After jumping upwards repeatedly with the help of the wooden frame, Montes Arthur finally saw a face that he didn't like to see with the help of the searchlight.