During dinner, the shopkeeper told us a shocking secret: next to the inn in Huocheng is the mausoleum of the emperor of the previous generation.

The original intention of the shop was to recommend us a few places to travel, their tourism in the city of fire is very underdeveloped (who wants to come here to be roasted, the fire is barbeking meat is screaming) However, as soon as I heard that we were going to stay here for another day, the shop Xiaoer, who has a sense of honor in the city, began to sell one of the few tourist attractions in this fire city, which is this imperial mausoleum - when the previous emperor was still in office, he named to build the imperial tomb in the fire city, this imperial tomb was designed and made by the emperor himself, and he was buried here after his death. There are countless mysterious legends about this imperial tomb in the rivers and lakes: after the emperor died and fell into the earth, some people also saw him swimming in the mountains and rivers in the imperial tomb, and watched him disappear. At first, a few villagers were able to see him, and then more and more people were able to see him. Later, one day onwards, everyone could no longer see the ghost of this emperor, everyone said that the current emperor was wise, and the previous emperor was relieved to let go.

I wasn't interested in this story or the Imperial Tomb at all, and I just cared about pulling rice into my mouth. For dinner, I asked for a special hot pot in Huocheng, vegetable balls and meat, and the most gratifying thing is that there are shrimp sliders here, and my eyes lit up the moment I saw the menu. A slow-simmering old hen soup was served, with a little clear chicken fat floating on the milky white soup noodles, and charcoal still burning on the ground, and it was served in such a pot. Crystal clear shrimp dumplings, green and verdant lettuce, thin paper-like fat beef rolls, orange-red thick sweet potato chips, poured into the chicken soup and slowly boiled to bring out the fragrance. The shopkeeper intimately brought several seasonings such as beef sauce, sesame paste, garlic juice, coriander, etc., and also brought a pot of fragrant jasmine tea. Just when I suspected that the shopkeeper had taken a fancy to me (or Yu Eleven), he smiled shyly and confessed to my puzzled eyes: "There is an ice plate in the guest officer's senior room, which is very cool, I will entertain you here for a while, it's too hot outside." "The co-author is here to rub the air conditioner.

I ate for a while before I realized that Yu Shiyi didn't speak, and I raised my eyes to find that he wasn't eating either, biting his chopsticks with a pensive look. I asked him, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm thinking of a bold assumption. Yu Shiyi fished out a piece of mutton shabu, "Let's go to the imperial mausoleum at night, shall we?"

I'm sick and I'm going to go to the grave at night!

The moon stars are scarce, the black magpie flies south, and although the night in the fire city is still hot, it is still a little cool. Now it's 8 o'clock in the evening when I look at the watch, and Yu Shiyi and I are now standing at the gate of the imperial mausoleum in the Fire City.

Yu Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "Go down?" "Go down to your sister's fight, I've read too many tomb robbery notes." I looked at the overgrown imperial tomb in front of me and suggested Yu Shiyi very earnestly: "Can we go home?"

Yu Shiyi shook his head and didn't speak, brushed aside a clump of weeds and walked forward. I had no choice but to follow him, and after walking a few steps, I really felt creepy, so I made a very reasonable request: "Can you hold my hand?" Yu Shiyi, as the minister I worshipped, was very professional, and came over and grabbed my hand. Yu Shiyi's hand was big and warm, holding me full of strength.

I calmed my heart and followed Yu Shiyi to the white pagoda in the middle of the imperial mausoleum. The white tower black rumbling couldn't see anything clearly, Yu Shiyi wiped his sweat, took out the mobile phone flashlight and shone it on the tower, I saw a plaque hanging at the door of the tower with a vague shadow, with a few big words written on it: Welcome, there is also a welcome vaguely attached to the bottom!

Me: "...... What the hell is this?"

Yu Shiyi only breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here and told me: "This emperor of the previous generation is probably also a time-traveler. Look at this plaque, the welcome Guanyin on the top is very regular in bold type, simplified, and there is an English note of welcome below. ”

I was reminded of the legend: "Then you mean, he had enough of his current life and hid in the mountains." But then he disappeared, either because he died, or because ......" "he traveled back." Yu Shiyi told me with certainty: "Either you are dead, or you have traveled back." Judging from the fact that he built an imperial mausoleum and disappeared, I am afraid it is more likely that he wore it back. ”

So what does that mean, the technology for traveling back has already been invented? I was excited: "Let's go, let's go in and have a look!"

There is a simple combination lock at the door of the white tower, on which is a 9-digit password, each of which is 0~9 for a total of 10 numbers. We took a closer look at it, and there was nothing strange about this lock, except that a small circle was drawn on the outside of the cylinder. Yu Shiyi groaned, fiddling with the combination lock 301415926 and with a snap, the lock was opened, it was incredible, and I gave Yu Shiyi a little red flower with my eyes.