The general in black armor riding on the horse looked at the dead army in front of him, pulled the reins, walked back to his army formation, and said to the people behind him. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
"Bury these people."
On that day, the city gate of Xianyang broke open, and a beam of flame rose from the fire. In that flame, it seemed that Qin Shi was burned to death.
During the Western Han Dynasty, the person who wrote the book dropped the last word, the pen stopped, and then put it aside. When the writing was finished, the person sitting in front of the table blew out the lamp, and the light from the fire dimmed on the Qin Zhilun.
There was a sound of footsteps as people left, leaving the book spread out on the table and waiting for the ink to dry.
Decades later, a man named Sima Qian was appointed Taishi.
He pushed open the gate of Taishi Pavilion, and stood silent for a long time before the countless scrolls and slips.
The sun shone into the Taishi Pavilion from behind him, illuminating the area in front of him.
He suddenly had an idea, he wanted to write a book, a book that would be memorable.
He thought that the book was named Shiji.
After that day, he read almost all the Tibetan in Taishi Pavilion.
One day, he took down a volume of brief essays from a bookshelf. It may have been a long time since no one read it, and a layer of dust accumulated on it.
Blowing away the dust on the slip, Sima Qian opened the slip, and his eyes fell into it.
"Pass the Qin theory?"
He looked at the text in the slip, frowning deeply, suddenly he seemed to find something, a place in the text was crossed out.
It's not erasing, it's just a stroke. Sima Qian carefully looked at the stroked handwriting.
"Mourning Army Baixiao"
His eyes lit up, and he murmured: "This person can be remembered."
The Qin Dynasty has gone, and the troubled times have risen again. It seems that there will never be peace in this world.
In a mountain forest, there was a sound of running water, and a low-level waterfall fell into the rocks and mountain springs below, making the sound of splashing water.
The two stepped into the woods and stood by the waterfall.
A small animal howled a few times from somewhere far away, then ran into the forest and disappeared.
Gai Nie looked at the waterfall with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
His eyes moved, he squatted down, and looked at a pebble on the side of the waterfall.
There were several scratches on it, and he still remembered that when he was practicing swords, he always liked to practice against this stone.
Stretching out his hand to touch the scratches of different shades on the stone, Ge Nie chuckled.
"Uncle, the vicinity of Xianyang City is not peaceful recently, we'd better leave earlier."
Tianming said behind Gai Nie, his eyes fell on the mountain forest.
Gai Nie nodded and stood up.
"Okay, it will be fine in a while."
He also just came to see if the thing was still there.
The two walked towards the depths of the forest until they stopped in front of a clearing.
A dead wood stood there, almost decayed already.
Gai Nie walked forward slowly, Tianming looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
But he saw that he pierced the soil with his sword, dug it open, and dug out a cloth bag.
Is this what Wei Zhuang asked the uncle to see
Tianming thought so.
"It's still there." Ge Nie muttered to himself, sat down, put the cloth bag on his lap, and opened it.
There were three pieces of wood in the cloth bag, and Ge Nie picked up one of them.
He held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, then raised his head and smiled, as if he understood something, but didn't say it.
As the wind blew, the shadows of leaves in the forest scattered, and the two people sitting in the forest left.
The cloth bag was placed on the ground, and a piece of wood fell aside. The two words on the front could not be read clearly, but the two words on the back were still clear.
"Uncle, don't you need to bury it?"
"No, no one will come again."
The figure leaves.
A fallen leaf was blown down by the wind, floated down, twirled a few times in mid-air, and finally landed on the wood on the ground, covering the two characters below, the word Taiping.
It's very quiet at night, not to mention that there are almost no people on the mountain roads in the suburbs.
On the mountain road, the sound of the flowing water of the Weihe River can be heard in the distance, but it is not very clear from a distance.
The grass beside the road was shaken by the breeze, making a thin sound.
Everything seems to be quiet at night.
until a voice came.
"Crack."
As if there was a sound of soil cracking, a chirping insect in Kusama was startled and jumped into the distance.
Then there was a muffled sound, and a hand broke out from between the dirt.
If there was someone next to him, the three souls would definitely be frightened at this moment. Simply, no one came on the road that night.
The hand protruding from the dirt was stained with some sand, but it looked slender like a woman's hand.
It was supposed to be a beautiful hand, but unfortunately, there was a scar on it, running from the palm to the back of the hand, making this hand look a little scary.
The palm paused for a moment, then moved and grabbed the ground.
As the palm began to exert force, an arm broke through the ground, and then the other hand. Finally, as a large piece of soil was broken, a person crawled out from the ground.
The way it came out was like the old corpse in the mountain that was spread by the folks, and the appearance was similar, but it was still a general in front of him in the clothes.
The man was wearing white clothes, with mud and some brown marks on his clothes that looked like dried blood.
On the outside of the clothes was a rusty armor, and there was a hole in the chest of the armor, and many places were already disfigured and looked like they couldn't be worn.
Her hair hung down her shoulders, and she looked like a woman.
She sat there blankly, with a face that was only half split from it.
The half of the face that was exposed outside made people stupefied, and every part was exquisite, as if it had been carefully carved by someone.
The winking eyes are light and quiet, but there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, which feels different from ordinary women.
The skin is very white and somewhat sickly. It should be because it was buried in the ground and has not been exposed to sunlight all year round.
After a while, the woman came back to her senses and raised her head to look around. There was no one in the night, so she probably opened her mouth.
"I, am I not dead?"
The voice is hoarse, as ugly as frost.
The woman touched her throat uncomfortably, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if a needle had been stuck there, it must have been a long time since she spoke.
She looked at herself blankly, the rusty armor was covered with mud and sand.
"Where is this?"
There was a dull pain in her chest, but there was no wound there, and she recalled the last words she heard.
Bury these people.
Her eyes fell on the soil under her body, she reached out and grabbed a handful, and the soil slipped from her palm.
The hoarse voice said softly.
"This is me, revived?"