Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 437 Issues left over from history
According to what Xia Mo had learned in college, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang discovered by modern people was a fake mausoleum, and the real underground palace must be deeper.

The First Emperor gathered alchemists from all over the world to build a huge alchemy city, using mercury as blood and dragon veins as energy to prevent thieves from stealing. Mixed-race scholars speculated that the First Emperor had hidden deeper secrets, which they just didn't know about.

After buying a ticket, I queued up to enter the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum. There were rows of ceramic figures in the pits. The Terracotta Warriors are known as one of the world's ten rare treasures from ancient tombs and the eighth wonder of the world, and are priceless.

"This is my first time here." Bai Muyang chuckled.

Xia Mo was surprised. Isn’t Bai Muyang from Xi’an? It’s not difficult for him to come and see the Terracotta Warriors.

Come to think of it, most people travel to other places and rarely travel at home.

Bai Yinxiang looked at the lifelike Terracotta Warriors and felt a sense of fear in her heart.

The uncanny valley effect has occurred.

A total of four pits were unearthed in the museum, and the Terracotta Warriors were mainly divided into two categories based on their status: soldiers and military officers. The military officers were further divided into low-level, middle-level and high-level.

Ordinary soldiers do not wear crowns, but military officers do. The crowns of ordinary military officers are different from those of generals, and even their armor is different.

The terracotta warriors include three types: infantry, cavalry, and charioteers. According to actual combat needs, warriors of different arms are equipped with different equipment.

The most numerous figures in the pit are warriors, most of whom hold bronze weapons, including bows, crossbows, arrowheads, halberds, spears, daggers, clubs, swords, scimitars and axes.

They wore armor with fine plates and tassels of colored thread on their chests.

Military officers wore long crowns and their numbers were greater than those of generals.

Visitors are not allowed to go down the pits. The Terracotta Warriors are precious historical relics and must not be damaged during the visit. If one Terracotta Warrior is missing, it is one less.

Xia Mo and the others leaned over the railing and looked down at the neatly arranged terracotta warriors. Xia Mo did not have the uncanny valley effect, perhaps because of her dragon-like thinking, and she focused on sensing whether there was anything special about the hundreds or thousands of terracotta warriors.

Alchemists believed that the real Terracotta Warriors were not works of art but powerful alchemical puppets, analogous to the Undead Legion of the Bronze City.

Ancient emperors buried terracotta warriors and armor with them in order to maintain their power in hell after death and become the overlords of the underworld.

The First Emperor collected weapons from all over the world and cast twelve golden men, mobilizing the entire nation's strength to create a symbol of the empire. This was a great achievement in the field of alchemy.

Some people speculate that each of the twelve lost golden men has the power to collapse mountains and split the earth, which means they are the next generation of dragons, indestructible and invincible.

Xia Mo closed her eyes, and the breath engulfed the four pits like a rolling tide. Every Terracotta Warrior appeared clearly in her consciousness. Xia Mo discovered that the Terracotta Warriors here were indeed pottery products, without any alchemical elements, and were genuine works of art.

Bai Muyang was very interested in looking at the Terracotta Warriors. It was hard for a boy to refuse the sight of being fully armed with armor and weapons. Bai Yinxiang pulled Bai Muyang's sleeve. Sister Mo closed her eyes and she didn't want to disturb her.

"Let's go somewhere else." Bai Yinxiang whispered.

"why?"

"I feel a little sick."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, just leave here."

"You're not..." Bai Muyang knew his childhood sweetheart, "Are you scared? You've been timid since you were young."

Bai Yinxiang poked Bai Muyang's waist hard.

"I don't allow you to slander me." Bai Yinxiang said angrily, but she was actually happy that Bai Muyang understood her.

Bai Muyang apologized readily. He was most afraid of making Bai Yinxiang angry, probably because she was weak and what if she fainted from anger? Bai Muyang was the most philanthropic person and already treated Bai Yinxiang as his own sister.

"Xia Mo, let's go look somewhere else." Bai Muyang said. Xia Mo opened her eyes and hummed.

Moving to the exhibition hall, the tour guide explained the stories behind the cultural relics in the glass windows. Perhaps these cultural relics are dead, but history has endowed them with human stories, and the cultural relics have come alive because of people.

"Let's go shopping separately." Bai Muyang suggested.

"Okay." Xia Mo agreed. She happened to be scanning other cultural relics.

Bai Yinxiang also agreed. She followed Sister Mo. Brother Mu Yang was a straight man, and she implicitly admitted that she was afraid. The other party also suggested to act separately.

Alas, Sister Mo is still the best. She has a great figure, fair skin, is sometimes gentle and sometimes heroic, and gives me a full sense of security.

……

"This is a very special artifact in the entire museum. It is a gold mask that uses the techniques of inlaid gold and gilded gold."

The tour guide introduced to the tourists that there was a strange mask quietly placed in the exhibition window behind her. He said it was strange because, according to the tour guide's explanation, the image of the mask was very different from the cultural relics unearthed from the Qin Dynasty and had never been seen before. However, it was indeed found from the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and the dating using reflective carbon-14 showed that it was indeed from the Qin Dynasty period.

Bai Muyang became interested after hearing this and moved forward to take a look at the golden mask.

The lights from the exhibition hall shone on the glass windows, and Bai Muyang's face was reflected on the glass. The same was true for the golden mask, but the two shadows overlapped, as if Bai Muyang was wearing a golden mask, and it was perfectly fitting.

At this moment, Bai Muyang suddenly cried out in pain, as if something had drilled into his brain and was trying to seize and occupy his consciousness.

Oh, he is an S-class hybrid and a descendant of the White King. His mental will is so strong.

Then, Bai Muyang's eyes flashed with gold, and his temperament changed. He looked solemn and murderous, as if he was going to a battlefield of life and death. The people around him couldn't help but shudder.

Bai Muyang's screaming in pain had already attracted attention, and now everyone was staring at him with fear in their eyes.

The tour guide overcame his uneasiness and asked whether he needed to call 120.

"No need."

Bai Muyang looked at the tour guide and refused coldly.

After saying that, Bai Muyang strode out. No one at the scene noticed that the dazzling gold foil of the golden mask had a stain on it, as if the ripples had dissipated.

On the other side, Qingyi looked at the Terracotta Warriors in the pit with nostalgia. She certainly knew that these were creations of earth and fire, but they were from more than two thousand years ago. Seeing the belongings of old friends would always remind one of them.

"There is a young man who dreamed of the First Emperor," Qing Yi said to himself, "He hid for so long but I finally caught up with him. Alas, there is no way, I will fulfill my promise."

After saying that, Qingyi walked towards the hotel. She had left something there, and it would be difficult if the cleaning lady found it.

……

Xia Mo used her sharp eyes but found nothing unusual.

"Sister Mo, are you looking for something?" Bai Yinxiang asked.

"I don't know what I'm looking for specifically," Xia Mo spread her hands. "The Third Elder wouldn't help me interpret the dream, so I had to look for clues related to Qin Shihuang myself. My method is intuition. If my heart beats fast when I see something, it means I have the clue." Xia Mo said half-jokingly.

"It can be like this." Bai Yinxiang was surprised. She saw Bai Muyang out of the corner of her vision, so she raised her hand and waved. The latter noticed her and came over like a meteor.

Xia Mo turned her head to look at Bai Muyang in the distance.

My heart is pounding.

(End of this chapter)