Chinese Superman

Chapter 146 Detonating the First Emperor's Mausoleum!

"Hmph, you shouldn't have said that. Now that you have, I'm determined to make time to go to the Fog City and reclaim everything that belongs to me—the Great Xia!"

"I advise you to pack up the Xia Dynasty relics in the British Museum and send them back as soon as possible, lest you end up like the Ying Kingdom."

"this----"

The doll was choked and speechless.

It clearly hadn't expected Xia Xinghan to react this way, and quickly added, "Then—add another hundred million pounds! Cash, gold, any hard currency is fine—"

"Noisy."

Xia Xinghan was too lazy to listen anymore, and gently pressed his raised palm down.

Who wants money?

That's so insincere!

The Alps, the Pyrenees, the Scandinavian Mountains—I wouldn't mind if you added a few more.

Our stance is unwavering, but our bottom line is flexible and adaptable.

All the mountains of Europe have become my sacred grounds, and various countries have become my vassal states. Naturally, I will not sit idly by.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

The flesh-and-blood doll was crushed by a thousand times the force of gravity, exploding into a cloud of scarlet blood mist on the spot, along with its tracking, communication, and other devices, all turning to dust.

In the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel in Chang'an City.

A middle-aged mixed-race Asian man in a bathrobe suddenly sprang up from the sofa, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he became weak and listless.

On the crystal coffee table in front of him was a strange and rustic clay figurine.

It has broad limbs, a round head, and exaggeratedly large eyes, as if wearing sunshades, with its eyelids slightly closed, narrowed down to just horizontal lines.

【Clay figurine of a light-blocking device from the Rope Pattern Period】

"Fake! Baka! Damn it!"

He punched the expensive solid wood table in anger, leaving a deep dent.

"This Martial Ancestor, he clearly looks like a damned brat! How come he's so difficult to deal with! He's impervious to both soft and hard tactics, and kills without hesitation! He's a complete madman!!"

Another blond, blue-eyed man in a suit, with a sinister air, said in a deep voice, "Hirosaki, are all your puppets destroyed?"

"They were all wiped out! They didn't even give them a chance to bargain!"

The man named Hirozaki wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling a little sorry for the two dolls he had painstakingly made.

"Didn't do anything, but lost two life-size dolls!"

"Making lifelike dolls is no easy task; it requires a huge amount of life essence. Damn it, damn it!"

The sinister-looking man frowned deeply: "It seems Plan One has completely failed."

"Fortunately, we were cautious enough and used a puppet made from relics to make remote contact. If the real body had gone, it would probably be here by now—"

Hirozaki nodded with lingering fear: "That's right, that brat—he's far too bloodthirsty! He's nothing like the simple analysis in the data."

"William, what do we do now?"

A cold glint flashed in the sinister man's eyes: "Activate the backup plan, execute Plan Two."

"Since we can't win him over, then we'll create trouble and find a way to lure him away from Xia Kingdom."

Hirozaki began packing his things, a wild and excited look in his eyes: "Chang'an City, the First Emperor's Mausoleum, hehe, looks like we can pull off something big!"

at the same time.

Zhongnan Mountain is located 20 to 30 kilometers away from Chang'an City.

Louguantai.

Xia Xinghan slowly withdrew his gaze from the direction of Chang'an City, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"We've found the main body."

"Did you think that by hiding in the chaos of Chang'an, my super hearing wouldn't detect you?"

Fortunately, Xia Xinghan never revealed his super hearing. The domestic and foreign forces at most knew that he had eyesight far beyond imagination, an absolute defense that could not be penetrated by firearms, a thermal vision that could cut through everything, and a terrifyingly fast speed.

"Plan Two? Creating trouble? The goal is to lure me away from Xia Kingdom—"

He paused for a moment, then said to the crane and mountain tortoise standing beside him, "Frost in its beak, verdant peaks."

"Disciple is here!"

The crane and the tortoise immediately responded.

"I have something I need you to do for me in Chang'an," Xia Xinghua said calmly. "There are two rats hiding in the shadows there that need to be dealt with. I will use the 'Zhuangzi's Dream of the Butterfly' technique to send a wisp of my divine consciousness into your bodies to guide you and protect you if necessary."

Bai Xianshuang nodded slightly, her voice clear and cold: "I will obey your orders, Master."

Qingluan raised her little head and said, "Master, don't worry, the tortoise and junior sister will definitely beat the rat to a pulp!"

Xia Xinghan nodded and closed his eyes, instantly entering a semi-asleep state.

He raised his right hand, pointed to his forehead, and gestured forward. A hazy point of light, like starlight and shifting like a butterfly's shadow, floated out, split in two, and flew lightly towards the white-frost-covered green mountains, disappearing from sight.

"Go, and come back quickly." Xia Xinghan closed his eyes, as if in a dream.

In fact, he did fall asleep.

But I was also incredibly clear-headed!

They can wake up at any time and have a clear understanding of the outside world.

"yes!"

Bai Xianshuang spread her snow-white wings, and Qingluan nimbly climbed onto her back, its little claws gripping the feathers tightly.

With a clear cry, the crane pushed off the ground with its feet, its huge wings stirring up a gust of air. Carrying the little mountain tortoise, it transformed into an elegant and swift white shadow, darting into the vast night and heading straight for Chang'an City, dozens of kilometers away.

Its speed even surpasses that of ordinary fighter jets.

Louguantai has returned to silence.

Xia Xinghan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the flickering lights in the direction of Chang'an, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"I told you, even if a mere mummy were to be resurrected, it would be no stronger than Lady Xin Zhui at most. Tan Qingyue, the Protector of the Nation, was able to kill it with a single sword strike. Do you think there isn't a Protector of the Nation at all?"

"They're trying to lure me abroad—that's interesting. Someone's plotting against me."

Outside the First Emperor's Mausoleum, at the edge of the controlled area.

Under the cover of darkness, two shadowy figures seemed to approach stealthily and sneak into a secluded corner.

It was Hirosaki and William.

"The restricted area is just ahead. Without any hidden relics, it will be difficult for us to get in."

"It's okay, this distance is enough."

Hiroki put down his backpack and carefully took out an ancient box with dark red patterns on its surface. It was neither gold nor wood and exuded an ominous aura. His eyes were filled with a morbid excitement.

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"If we open it and release the ancient calamity within," the still-unrestored Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum would surely be instantly alarmed.

"At that time, the entire Chang'an, no, the entire Guanzhong region, will be plunged into an unprecedented spiritual calamity!"

William glanced around warily, especially at the barbed wire and searchlights in the distance, and urged, "Hurry up, this is a military-controlled zone after all, we don't have much time."

"Don't worry, I'll open it right away."

Hirozaki took a deep breath, placed his hands on the lock of the box, and prepared to open it.

In that very instant!

"唷一-"

A clear, resonant crane cry, capable of piercing through metal and splitting rocks, suddenly rang out from the sky!

Before the sound had even faded, a dazzling, moonlit, and incredibly refined pale blue sword aura tore through the night sky, slashing down vertically from hundreds of meters above at a speed exceeding the speed of sound!

"What?!"

Hirozaki and William were horrified.

It was so sudden; they hadn't sensed anything approaching at all.

In the face of life and death, the two tried to dodge, but the sword energy was too fast and too sharp!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two soft sounds were almost simultaneous.

William and Hirozaki were like a piece of firewood that had been split apart, their bodies smoothly separated into two, and they fell to the ground with a "thud," without even having time to scream.

The expressions of disbelief and terror still lingered on half of their faces.

"call"

Suddenly a strong wind descended from the sky.

Bai Xianshuang gracefully folded her wings and landed lightly, as if the earth-shattering sword strike just now was not her doing.

Qingluan rolled off her back with a "glug".

"Ugh~~ This is too bloody! It's so bloody!"

"The turtle can't see anything! The turtle can't see anything!"

"Junior sister, you must not follow your master's example and become so rude. You must remain elegant."

Am I not elegant?

White Frost stands on one leg, leisurely using its long, vermilion beak to carefully preen its flawless white feathers.

"Forehead----"

Damn it, it's so elegant!

After landing, Qingluan squinted, avoiding looking at the corpse that had been split in two, and jogged towards the strange box that had fallen not far away.

Bai He continued calmly and leisurely, "He is Master He. If He doesn't learn from him, who will he learn from?"

"Who was rude?"

Suddenly, Xia Xinghan's voice echoed in Qingluan's mind.

Qingluan froze, suddenly remembering that her master's Dream Butterfly also had one on her.

Because Xia Xinghan communicated with Bai Xianshuang through their consciousness the whole way, Qingluan couldn't hear them and forgot about it for a moment.

"Hehe, Master—the turtle didn't say anything~"

"Hmph, you're my second disciple, you should learn more from Xian Shuang."

On the tortoise shell of the green mountain, an invisible, deep blue butterfly gently fluttered its wings.

To be precise, this dream butterfly was not actually a manifestation of pure divine consciousness.

It's somewhat different from the way Zhang Zhenren's consciousness was entrusted.

This is the martial arts imagery of "Zhuangzi's Butterfly Transformation," which, strictly speaking, can be considered a kind of mysterious power that imitates relics.

Qingluan poked at the strange box with its little paws, curiously conveying its thoughts: "Master, Master, what is this thing? It looks creepy."

"Pandora's Box".

The "voice" that Xia Xinghan conveyed through Mengdie simultaneously resonated in their consciousness.

"Pandora's Box? Does it contain monsters?"

Qingluan fiddled with the Pandora's Box a few more times, a strange urge to open it rising within him.

It was as if the box itself contained some kind of sinister power, bewitching the nearest person to open it.

Mengdie seemed to sense this strange power as well, and flapped her wings to suppress the bewitching magic box.

"It's not a monster; it contains not physical entities, but conceptual powers such as calamities, plagues, and jealousy."

"It has no power of its own," but it will trigger a chain of disasters. Once opened here, it will be like a spark hitting a powder keg, and will most likely ignite the still unrecovered First Emperor's Mausoleum.

He paused, his tone growing colder: "The Mausoleum of the First Emperor is the resting place of the First Emperor, and its significance is extraordinary. Unlike the mausoleums of the Yellow Emperor, the Yan Emperor, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors such as Yao, Shun, and Yu, this is a truly existing imperial mausoleum!"

"If forcibly awakened in this way, the resulting spiritual calamity will far exceed that of an ordinary ancient tomb resurrection. Don't forget, the Terracotta Army pits are right next door!"

"At that time, it will likely be more than just the First Emperor's Mausoleum itself that will be disturbed."

The consequences would be unimaginable!

Just then, two whooshing sounds rapidly approached!

(A clay figurine of a light-blocking device from the Jomon period. When I was searching for pictures, I saw it and, wow, isn't this some kind of Digimon from the anime I watched as a kid? I don't remember it very well, but I think it evolved from Angemon. As a child, I was completely confused. Angemon evolved into this thing?? Also, Pandora's Box doesn't exist in reality. As for Western artifacts, those who know, know that most are modern crafts, nine out of ten are fake. History is purely fabricated, and artifacts are purely made up. They're either just a bunch of paintings, which are really hard to find. I originally searched for a crystal skull, and then I found out that this thing is fake too————)

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