Qin Beiyang saw the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

The catalpa coffin from the Wu Zetian era is hidden in a cave above the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain, and faces the frozen crater below. The unfathomable depths of the pond are said to connect the Sea of Japan, hundreds of miles away, the World Tree and the Earth's Heart Sea, which roam in the Qin Beiyang. The lid of the coffin was slowly removed, and the smoke like the evaporation of dry ice rose, spreading in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain. The sixteen-year-old king of Zhongnan County, the grandson of Tang Gaozong Li Zhi and Empress Wu Zetian, and Li Longqi, the sixth son of Ruizong Li Dan, sat up from the coffin. He still wore his hair in a high bun, his white clothes were better than snow, and his face was clear. He stood on the high lid of the coffin and looked back into the depths of the coffin.

He saw Qin Beiyang.

Qin Beiyang was lying in the coffin, his face was like a little prince who had grown up as an adult, with gray hair on his temples, and he was already the age to inherit the throne. He was dressed in a craftsman's uniform from the Republic of China era, his face was covered with dust, and his clothes were full of burnt holes. He wanted to get up, but his hands and feet were weak, so he could only keep his eyes wide open and stare at the little prince of the Tang Dynasty. At this moment, Qin Beiyang was a dead man, and the little prince was a living man.

Li Longqi, 1,200 years ago, approached Qin Beiyang in the coffin and whispered in Chang'an accent: "Know yourself!" ”

Qin Beiyang woke up.

It seems like dozens of centuries long. Recover your sense of smell first. It seems to be the smell of ancient tombs, the pervasive smell of decay. Then came the hearing, the eternal silence. Then there was the vision, but he didn't see anything. He sees the darkness. Boundless. As for the sense of touch, he didn't feel his body. The throat was dry, like a dried corpse in the desert, without a little moisture. He thought, he died.

Suddenly, the lid opened.

A strong light shot into the closed black box, illuminating Qin Beiyang's eyes, and his pupils contracted violently. He saw a square container, a rotting wooden plank, with irregular shapes at the ends. It's a coffin. Over the years, Qin Beiyang has slept on countless coffins, and at a glance it is a coffin in the early Ming Dynasty.

Is it really dead?

The burning sensation in his chest, the warm blood jade of Hetian, the birth gift given to him by the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, reminds him of the proof that he is still alive.

A face appears above the coffin. The face of the woman with short hair still looks like a female college student, in the spring breeze on the roof of the princess's mansion at Peking University. She is Ouyang Anna, she is thirty-two years old, but the time on her face seems to be frozen.

"Ann...... Quiet...... Na ......"

There seemed to be a fire in his throat, like a glass fireball spewed out by nine colors, burning with difficulty into a few syllables of Chinese characters.

"Beiyang! You're awake! ”

Ouyang Anna poked her head into the coffin, stretched out her slender fingers, and stroked his cheek.

Cool nails, the tactile sensation of the skin is back. Qin Beiyang wanted to reach out and touch her. But he couldn't move. I can't move my arms, I can't move my thighs, I can't even move my fingers. All he could move was his neck, throat, tongue, lips, and eyes.

Anna's eyes were swirling with tears, and her nose twitched: "Beiyang, remember that you are still alive!" ”

"I ...... How...... What...... ......"

Qin Beiyang felt the worst possibility.

"You're just hurt."

Ouyang Anna didn't dare to tell the truth - Qin Beiyang was extremely seriously injured, and the bomb of the Japanese bomber exploded ten meters behind him. Hundreds of large and small pieces of shrapnel were embedded in the body, and many bones from the thigh bones, lower leg bones to the arms were broken, and many internal organs were broken and bleeding. In the best hospital in the French Concession, the French doctor said that it was a miracle that he was still alive, and that ordinary people had long since been crushed to pieces, and their intestines were rotten and their heads were different. The doctor performed an amputation on Qin Beiyang, sawing off two arms and two legs, leaving only the torso, like a deformed person in a circus.

In order to remove the broken ribs, the doctor performed a thoracotomy on Qin Beiyang, and found that the cancer cells were terminally ill, and he died soon without injury. Anna told the doctor that Qin Beiyang could survive in the ancient tomb, but the doctor said that it was myth and witchcraft.

At this moment, Qin Beiyang, who only had his torso and head left, asked angrily, "I...... At...... Which...... ......"

"Suzhou ......"

It is often said that "there is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below", and this is neither heaven nor earth, but hell.

During Qin Beiyang's coma, Ouyang Anna went to the suburbs to dig a Ming Dynasty tomb, dug up a complete coffin, threw away the bones and burial goods, and transported it to the hospital to put Qin Beiyang in it.

Anna hired a truck to deliver Qin Beiyang from the coffin outside the city of Suzhou. Qin Beiyang has exposed his place of residence, and the Craftsmen Alliance or the Japanese will still come to kill him, not to mention that Shanghai is still in the war of the "128 Incident". Ouyang Anna was at the foot of Tiger Hill Mountain and found a noble tomb of the Spring and Autumn Wu Kingdom. She and Li Longsheng opened the tomb together, cleaned up the underground palace 2,500 years ago, and found dozens of bronze ancient swords, so they placed the Ming Dynasty coffin and Qin Beiyang in it. Anna lived in Tiger Hill and went to the ancient tomb every day to take care of Qin Beiyang.

This is the 101st day after he was seriously injured and unconscious.

"This ...... Village...... Be...... Ancient...... Tomb ......"

Qin Beiyang guessed, and his sense of smell gradually recovered, and he smelled the smell of thousands of years ago. His nose can tell which dynasty it is, and whether the owner of the tomb is male or female, old or young? Even the appearance of the tomb owner before his death is automatically presented in his mind.

"Well, you'll live."

"Its ...... He...... Person...... This...... Far...... Mountain...... ......"

"Hey, why is he the first person you think of?" Ouyang Anna replied patiently, "Qi Yuanshan and Li Longsheng jumped into the Huangpu River before the second bombing. They wanted to drag you into the river with you, but you were as stubborn as a bull, just standing still. Thankfully, they were only slightly injured. Chanco and Caproni were seriously injured, but they are still alive and have just been discharged from the hospital in the past two days. ”

The disaster of that night, only Anna seemed to be blessed by God, almost unscathed.

"Ink ...... He who...... Sky...... Work...... ......"

Qin Beiyang felt that he was talking like Xu Fu in the Yoshino Ancient Tomb in Japan.

"It's over."

Ouyang Anna replied succinctly. She closed her eyes and emerged across the Bund from Pudong's Lujiazui, a rubble-strewn rubble with smoke and the smell of burnt burning.

Ten years ago, Qin Beiyang crossed the Huangpu River and invited everyone to drink in the snowstorm in the fields of Lujiazui. The seriously injured Qian Ke still wanted to regroup, but Li Longsheng persuaded him to give up, and there was no longer such a possibility. In the future, I am afraid that China will continue to be at war for many years. The Japanese occupied the three eastern provinces, and now they are attacking Shanghai, even if this war can be survived, I don't know when the war will be resumed next time?

Qin Beiyang blinked his eyelids twice, as if tears were surging in the corners of his eyes.

"Nine...... Hue...... ......"

When Anna heard "Nine Colors", she first thought of her daughter. She just wanted to say that the nine colors were very good, but she suddenly realized that the "nine colors" that Qin Beiyang was thinking about were actually small town tomb beasts.

"Nine Colors...... I do not know. ”

On the second day of the destruction of the Ink Artist, Ouyang Anna hired several divers to dive into the murky Huangpu River to search for traces of the Nine Colors. Divers salvaged the remains of the four-winged angel town tomb beast in the center of the Huangpu River, and the spirit stone had sunk in the silt at the bottom of the river. As for the nine colors, the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast in Qin Beiyang didn't even salvage a single hair.

The only intact thing left of Qin Beiyang was his three-foot Tang knife and Russian crossbow.

"Yes...... I...... Harm...... Die...... Finish...... Nine...... Color ......"

Qin Beiyang's heart was like a knife, and the corners of his eyes had endured tears for a long time, and they slipped down with a flutter. He understood that if he hadn't done this operation, if it hadn't been disemboweled, lying on the operating table, with the sharpness and swiftness of the nine colors, he would have escaped a long time ago.

"I believe Nine Colors is still alive."

Ouyang Anna believes that as long as her daughter Jiu Se is safe, the tomb beast Jiu Se will also be safe.

"But...... May ......" Qin Beiyang looked at Anna above the coffin, and finally had an expression, "But ...... I...... For...... Miscellaneous...... What...... Still...... Live...... ......"

"Because you still have nine colors."