In the seventh year of Yuanfeng of the Northern Underworld Dynasty-

Thousands of hard slaves who are toiling, those who are in tattered clothes and carry the soil dug out in bamboo baskets, adults, children, old people, and strong men. Some people have hunched over and are miserable in their broken clothes.

The official guards next to him were wearing armor, and they were still asking these people to hurry up, with a displeased expression on their faces, and their hands and feet did not stop beating those slaves who could not be human.

A man in a red sword with tightly locked eyebrows looked at everything in front of him, and moved the corners of his mouth with some displeasure, but did not make a sound.

Now in the construction of the princess's mausoleum, the princess will be buried in three days, and then this place will become a sealed state, and no one will be able to get out alive. It's just that before the princess is buried, he doesn't want a little blood stain here.

The emperor has just ascended the throne for a few years, and the princess who has no use value will soon be selected to die, and then be buried in a beautiful manner, everything is arranged so perfectly. How many princesses have died? He can't remember it anymore, and the prince shouldn't remember it either, right?

The guards beside him looked at the frowning man, "Lord Po, the mausoleum is heavy, do you want the servants to serve?" ”

The frowning man looked at the huge mausoleum, gloomy but so magnificent. The gold, silver and jewelry accompanying the funeral will come in with the princess's coffin the day after tomorrow, and the ground will be full of brocade clothes and jade food. It is worthy of being the first princess of the Northern Underworld Celestial Dynasty to be buried in a beautiful manner, and it is also worthy of the treatment of a princess.

"I'm here watching, and in the last few days, nothing can happen. If the prince knows, who can take care of it. ”

The guards didn't dare to speak, and he didn't know the prince's temper. When the time comes, you can't survive and die, and you feel cold at the back when you think about it. The sycophants were not shot well, and the guards turned to the toiling slaves.

"Hurry up—"

The man stopped talking, standing where the coffin was to be parked, looking back and forth with a slight movement from side to side, rubbing his chin.

With a 'bang', all the working slaves stopped their movements in fright.

Looking at the place where the coffin was placed, there was already a very ornate outer coffin there. It's obviously an open outer coffin, and I don't know when it's closed.

The man frowned slightly, in another day, the princess's coffin will come, and nothing can go wrong at this time.

The man who had been overseeing the work frowned and cautiously walked to the coffin. The others didn't seem to see it and continued to do what they were doing. All they have to do now is hope that when the mausoleum is closed, they will have a chance to get out alive.

Why is it all dark? The gold ingots felt that they had fallen to the ground and wanted to sit up, but their heads bumped into them.

The gold ingots were hit with bared teeth and grinning, why did they hit their heads? She remembered that she was in the tomb and fell into the coffin. When was this coffin covered?

When the guards outside heard the sound, they were startled again. After all, this is a burial chamber, and there is always someone supervising it.

And which killer will run into the ancient tomb to assassinate, besides, the prince will not appear here at all.

Touching his forehead, the gold ingots were depressed. Isn't it, still in the coffin? And the coffin was completely closed, and the gold ingots touched his backpack, trying to find some sun rods from inside.