Chapter 88 A brilliant future? (Seeking recommendation votes on Monday!)
"Master...Master, I...I have no other choice."

The person pointed at by the dying Six-Fingered Black Knight was not someone else, but the Six-Fingered Black Knight's only disciple, the Prince Dan of Yan, who was designated as the next leader of the Mohist School. Facing the Six-Fingered Black Knight's angry eyes, the man whose real name was Ji Dan, but known to the world as Yan Dan, dodged slightly.

A moment later, when Wei Zhuang slowly pulled out the magic sword Shark Tooth from the body of Six-Fingered Black Knight, Yan Dan looked at the dying body of Six-Fingered Black Knight, who was falling to the ground like a golden mountain or a jade pillar, with a determined and fearless gaze, and said so.

Bang!
Before Yan Dan finished his words, the Six-Fingered Black Knight fell heavily to the ground and breathed his last.

"Yan Dan, I have done what I promised you."

The Demon Sword Shark Tooth was stained with the blood of the Six-Fingered Black Knight. If it were someone else, they would definitely clean the sword. However, Wei Zhuang was already used to feeding the sword with the blood of others, and he put the Demon Sword Shark Tooth into the scabbard with his backhand. The evil sword eyes raised up, and the sharp gaze fell on Yan Dan.

"Wei Zhuang, I will give you the thirty thousand taels of gold I promised you." Yan Dan had come to the bloodstained corpse of the Six-Fingered Black Knight, bent down and picked up the corpse. At this time, if the heir of the medical family who joined the Mohist School not long ago, the Mirror Lake Medical Immortal Duanmu Rong, was here, he would definitely find it if he checked the corpse of the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

The cause of the death of this Mohist master was not only the internal and external injuries caused by a top master like Wei Zhuang, but also a deadly poison. However, this deadly poison was lurking in the six-fingered black knight's internal organs and even in his bone marrow. Unless Yan Dan was willing to let Duan Mu Rong examine it carefully, it would not be discovered at all.

After hearing what Wei Zhuang said, Yan Dan, holding the body of the Six-Fingered Black Knight in his arms, said in a deep voice as if he was embracing the beautiful mountains and rivers.

"I sincerely hope that your plan will succeed." Wei Zhuang didn't think Yan Dan would dare to refuse to pay him. Unless the soon-to-be-appointed leader of the Mohist School wanted the truth about the death of the Six-Fingered Black Knight to spread throughout the world. The target was captured and a huge bounty was about to be obtained. Even though Wei Zhuang had an extraordinary character, he still wished he could grow wings and return to the Quicksand Station immediately.

Fortunately, Wei Zhuang's rationality prevented him from doing such an inappropriate thing. He turned his head and said to Yan Dan.

Yan Dan heard this, even though his eyes were filled with sadness and guilt, he was still excited by Wei Zhuang's words, and said with hope: "As long as the plan succeeds, Qin will be in chaos for a while. By then, Han and Zhao, which were just conquered by Qin, will definitely be in chaos. Although General Li Mu, the Marquis of Wu'an in Zhao, accepted the post of governor of Yanmen County in Qin, it can be seen from his agreement with Ying Zheng that Ying Zheng did not surrender him."

"When Han and Zhao rise again, the six eastern states will unite to attack Qin. Why not appoint General Li Mu as the leader of the alliance? In the Qin court, there will be nobles from the six states like Prince Han Fei. By then, with internal and external support, even if we cannot break through Hangu Pass and destroy Qin, it will be enough to severely damage Qin's vitality and make it difficult for it to go east again for decades."

By the end of his speech, the light in Yan Dan's eyes had become real, and his face was full of longing, as if he had seen the picture described by his words appear before his eyes.

"But, all this is based on the success of your plan!"

As the last great general of the Korean dynasty, Wei Zhuang was inevitably overwhelmed by the emotion after hearing Yan Dan's words, but he was not so overwhelmed by desire. After taking a deep breath of the freezing cold wind by the Yishui River, he cast a cold gaze on Yan Dan, awakening the Yanzhao man, who had long been accustomed to the cold, from his frenzy.

The calm words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on Yan Dan, making him realize that all that he longed for was still an unattainable castle in the air. Whether it could be realized was still uncertain.

Clang!
After he finished speaking, with the slightly sharp sound of the sword, Wei Zhuang's tall figure disappeared in front of Yan Dan. …………

Chiyang.

The tomb of Qin Zhuangxiang King Ying Zichu.

A huge mound of earth, like a small hill, stands on the vast plain, covering an area of ​​nearly a hundred feet.

Creak!
As early as when the tomb of Qin Zhuangxiang King Ying Zichu was being built, the craftsmen in charge of the construction of the mausoleum had considered that a concubine like Zhao Ji would be buried with King Zhuangxiang one day. Therefore, a mechanism was set up in the tomb. When Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, arrived in Qinyang on the orders of his brother Zheng, the officials guarding the mausoleum received the news and gathered the mausoleum construction craftsmen who had been under strict surveillance for twenty years.

With a slightly harsh sound, the soil of the integrated mausoleum flew up, and a huge secret door slowly opened, revealing a dark and deep tunnel. Tianxuan, who was following Fusu, saw this, his eyes slightly fixed, and he looked at this magnificent mausoleum with curiosity.

However, it was all dark. To prevent tomb robbers, the craftsmen used special techniques when building the mausoleum, so that even when the mausoleum was opened, no one could see clearly what was inside. The dark and deep passage seemed to run through the Yin and Yang worlds, and inside was the legendary underworld.

tread!tread!tread!
When the mausoleum of King Zhuangxiang of Qin was fully opened, dozens of men, both old and strong, even the youngest were men in their thirties or forties, working in pairs, lifted the coffin containing Zhao Ji's body and walked step by step into the tomb. Every step they took made a deep sound as it landed on the ground.

Thousands of eyes were focused on these people.

These people were the craftsmen who built the mausoleum for King Zhuangxiang. According to Qin custom, if the queen died before the king, all the craftsmen who built the mausoleum would be buried alive with the king and queen. On the contrary, if the king died before his queen, all the craftsmen who built the mausoleum would be closely monitored. When the queen died, all the surviving craftsmen would carry the queen's coffin into the mausoleum.

When the craftsmen entered the mausoleum to be buried with the king, the mechanisms that opened the inside and outside of the mausoleum would be destroyed immediately. Each craftsman was given a special poison when entering the mausoleum, and after completing the task, they took the poison and committed suicide. In addition, the craftsmen responsible for repairing the mausoleum were responsible for different aspects, so even if they were unwilling to tell future generations the secrets they knew in the mausoleum, it would be of no avail.

Correspondingly, in addition to generous financial and food rewards, every craftsman who was buried alive could also benefit from five years of exemption from corvee labor and taxes for his family!

Therefore, although everyone knew that building a mausoleum for the King of Qin was a task with a high probability of death, there was never a shortage of people willing to do it for the sake of their families. Even some craftsmen's families had several generations who died in the construction of the King of Qin's mausoleum, but their descendants still threw themselves into this task like moths to a flame.

Rumble!
Tianxuan's mind was filled with the taboos and elements of building the royal mausoleum that he had learned from Yan Fei not long ago, and when the craftsmen carried Zhao Ji's coffin and completely disappeared in the deep corridor. Even though Tianxuan boasted that he had tempered a heart of stone in this chaotic world, he still felt a little sad.

When the sound like rolling landmine was heard, Tianxuan was awakened.

(End of this chapter)