Chapter 441 Historical Truth
"Why?"

"I don't know."

"If I don't go in and ask, how can I know why it's not open to the public?"

"Sister Xia Mo, I seriously suspect that you are not smart, just like my brother." Bai Yu said seriously.

"Xiaoyu!"

Bai Yan was dissatisfied.

"Slightly~"

Bai Yu used her left index finger to pull at her eyelids, stuck out her butt and stuck out her tongue, making a standard female ghost-style grimace.

"Okay, stop arguing," Xia Mo saw that Bai Yan and Bai Yu were ready to fight for three hundred rounds, so she gently comforted the grumpy brother and the sharp-tongued sister.

This brother and sister are the geniuses of Baijia Village. It may sound exaggerated, but it is the fact that they both have S-level bloodlines.

Bai Yan and Bai Yu are a reconstituted family. Otherwise, unless the mother is someone like Jiang Wanzhi who has the Shao Siming fate, she herself has a high bloodline and is not afraid of giving birth to a little dragon with another person of high bloodline.

"I'll listen to Sister Xia Mo." Bai Yu said with a smile.

"Hmph." Bai Yan snorted.

Xia Mo was very pleased to see the brother and sister reconcile, and then she took a step forward and prepared to go in.

"This road is blocked." Bai Yan and Bai Yu each blocked it with one hand.

Xia Mo sighed, it seemed like she couldn't get away with it.

"Sister Xia Mo, please don't embarrass us. We can help you go in and inform them."

"Okay, go quickly."

After a while, Bai Yu came running over and said that the clan leader allowed Sister Xia Mo to come in.

Xia Mo thanked Bai Yu. She entered the ancestral hall for the second time and was shocked.

The Dragon Boat Festival isn't even here yet, so why is there a huge rice dumpling placed right in the middle of the ancestral hall?

Upon closer inspection, it was actually Bai Muyang. Bai Muyang was tied up with white cloth strips from top to bottom and from left to right. The cloth strips were flashing with golden light. The clan leader and three elders were discussing something around him.

"In my opinion, the way to save Mu Yang is to fight poison with poison. I will use the soul-eating insects that I have carefully raised for many years to eat the living spirit that is parasitic in Mu Yang's body." The elder said radically.

"Firstly, your bug may not be a match for a living spirit. Secondly, it doesn't care about the severity of souls. A human has seven souls and six spirits, and none of them can be missing." The second elder disagreed.

"Just keep him locked up like this. Little Muyang has a strong will and he can defeat the living spirit in his body by himself." The third elder in green said optimistically.

The clan leader said nothing, raised his eyes and looked at Xia Mo who was rushing over, and everyone else's eyes also fell on Xia Mo.

"Xia Mo, we are working on solving Mu Yang's problem, don't worry." The second elder thought that Xia Mo came to visit a friend, so he comforted her.

"I believe his willpower will not be defeated by a mere ancestor." Xia Mo said.

"Ancestor...you already know?" Qingyi was surprised.

"Well, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that Qin Shihuang said that his loyal guard had woken up and he would be resurrected soon." Xia Mo said.

"Is it a dream again?"

Qingyi was puzzled. Why did Xia Mo frequently dream about Qin Shi Huang? Could it be that her surname was Zhao instead of Xia? Or Xu? Wasn't this Xiao Yinxiang's original surname?
"I have a plan to save Bai Muyang." Xia Mo said.

"What's the plan?" the clan leader asked. "To revive Qin Shi Huang, two things are needed: extremely noble blood and the blood of Xu Fu's descendants."

"How do you know this? Did Qin Shi Huang tell you? Did you transfer money?" Qing Yi was shocked.

"I just revealed my card number and password a little bit, it's a small matter."

Qingyi was silent for a while and gave a thumbs up.

"Great Elder, you and Yin Xiang are the descendants of the legendary Xu Fu, right? Xu Fu went out to sea and never returned, but he actually came back from Japan nine years later with the intention of killing the king."

"You and Yin Xiang's genetic disease is caused by taking the immortality elixir. You took it in front of the Emperor in order to deceive him that the elixir was not poisonous."

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder looked at Xia Mo with mixed feelings. The secret that had been passed down in the family for two thousand years was easily discovered because of a dream. For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or feel it was ridiculous.

"At that time, Xu Fu should have thought of dying together with the First Emperor, but he did not die and survived. The First Emperor did not die either. The poison extracted by Xu Fu still could not kill him, but put him into a state of suspended animation."

"For this reason, if the First Emperor wants to recover, he needs Xu Fu's blood as a vaccine, provided that he is still conscious. Fortunately, he is a hybrid with a strong bloodline, infinitely close to a dragon. As long as he absorbs enough noble blood, he can temporarily stay awake."

"This is also the reason why Bai Muyang's ancestors wanted to attack me. My blood can bring the First Emperor out of his suspended state."

Xia Mo's remarks silenced everyone present. Her words were very close to the truth, almost identical.

"So what if you know the truth? What's your plan?" the great elder questioned. In order to prevent the resurrection of the First Emperor, their clan hid their identities and took refuge, and eventually integrated into the Baijia Village for hundreds of years.

"In a deal with Bai Muyang's ancestors, we promised to resurrect the First Emperor, and he came out of Bai Muyang's body."

"ridiculous!"

The Great Elder couldn't help but sneer. He actually placed his hopes on the enemy. Did he overestimate Xia Mo? Moreover, the First Emperor must not be resurrected, otherwise the world would change drastically and the country would fall into war again.

"Not funny." Xia Mo muttered to herself, treating it as a rebound of the attack.

"Saving Bai Muyang was just a side job. What I meant was that instead of being on tenterhooks against the resurrection of the First Emperor, it's better to let him come back to life. Xu Fu couldn't kill him two thousand years ago, but I can!"

Xia Mo's attitude was resolute. At this moment, the Great Elder took back his previous words. He felt an incredibly powerful majesty from the girl.

"There's no need to make a deal with Bai Muyang's ancestor. I also have a way to save him. This is actually a deal between me and you." Xia Mo was frank and didn't play any tricks. She needed the blood of Bai Xiaotian or Bai Yinxiang.

"You mean that if we want to save Mu Yang, we must agree to help you resurrect the First Emperor?" Qingyi raised her eyebrows. She began to suspect whether Xia Mo was a remnant of the Former Qin Dynasty.

"Almost." Xia Mo smiled.

The reason why Xia Mo dared to promise to save Bai Muyang was because she had off-field assistance. After all, the other party asked her to deal with the trouble that should have been solved two thousand years ago. She would have the nerve to watch the show if she didn't contribute.

The Great Elder was about to refuse without even thinking, but the Clan Leader asked Xia Mo how she was sure to kill the First Emperor.

"Why couldn't Xu Fu kill the First Emperor? Because he was just an alchemist. The First Emperor had all the troops in the world and was a very strong super hybrid. He could only be defeated by wits if he didn't use force."

"And I," Xia Mo said word by word, "am stronger than him."

"If he can't be killed once, then kill him a second time. Even if he can be resurrected after being torn into pieces, then chop him into pieces and use unparalleled high temperatures to not even leave any of his genes."

Xia Mo's face was filled with murderous intent, which made people wonder whether she had really done something similar.

"According to your idea, I can also stop the First Emperor." The patriarch said calmly.

"How about we try our luck first?" Xia Mo smiled.

Even though she had just finished defeating Odin, it didn't matter if she was a little tired.

 For the sake of plot development, I made up the history. I am the devil who eats brains (arms on hips)
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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