"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six......" The young man began to blast the countdown.

I closed my eyes and held my breath.

As he counted down to one, the next second, a feathered arrow burst through the wind and shot into the chamber from the left side of my body, causing the first explosion.

Professional blasters can accurately control the amount of medicine, blasting area, air wave volume, and the number of decibel of explosion sound to within 5% of the error, so the sound of the first explosion is only equivalent to setting off a large firecracker in the secret room, making a "bang" sound, and the degree of vibration of the eardrum is completely acceptable.

I subconsciously counted down: "Three, two, one-" and then slid into the secret room.

As the young man said, the air wave from the explosion had completely filled the chamber, and when I slid in, it was like crashing into a huge pile of cotton, and I could clearly feel the "wrapping feeling" of the air wave on my body.

I didn't have half a second of delay at all, I raised my hand during the sliding process, and when the sliding stopped, my hands were already on the bottom edge of the mural and gently lifted it upward.

Redsleeve said that her men had tried to hook the mural out with tools, but were unsuccessful. So I guess there is a hidden barbed hook device behind the mural, which must be held up in order to get it out of the hook.

I've estimated the weight of the mural countless times, and it should be between five and fifteen kilograms. So, when I raised my hand to support it, I was ready to exert my strength. However, my gesture suddenly vanished, for the mural was as light as cotton wool—not even cotton wool, but a feather, and no weight at all.

This unexpected mistake caused my body to lose its balance slightly, and I had to exert my legs to try to hold the stake.

The terrible thing is that I suddenly found that I had lost my center of gravity, there was no sense of gravity under my feet, and my whole body was "floating" in the air, but I had to use the painting to stabilize my body.

When I stand in front of the painting, it is impossible to take my eyes off the person in the painting unless I have my eyes closed or my head twisted.

In close proximity, the figures in the mural are facing me head-on.

"Bang-pop!" I seemed to hear the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky, and thousands of colorful flowers appeared in front of me, illuminating the dark night sky as if it were sunny day.

I felt like I was standing on the highest place, a hundred feet high, raising my hands to the stars, and now, under my feet, thousands of eaves and arches, gray roofs.

Those scenes were so small, and I had become a king from above and looking down on all beings in this moment.

"Look, this is my picturesque country, hahahaha...... Pour wine, pomegranate blossom sea bowl pour wine, I drink a bowl, and enjoy with the people of Li, hahahaha......" There was a man laughing proudly, and it seemed to be not far from my right.

"I" is the self-proclaimed name of the ancient emperors, and it will never appear in modern society.

I turned my head to the right, and twenty steps away, a luxurious feast was being arranged, surrounded by countless beauties, and a middle-aged man in a dragon-trimmed yellow robe was holding a wine bowl and drinking bitterly.

The feet of those men were all covered with precious golden carpets, and the wine utensils on the tables shone with gold, as if they were all made of gold.

A little farther away, at least a few hundred young women stood and served. Farther away, thousands of ironclad guards with Changge in their hands silently guarded.

A person who has this kind of pomp and can call himself "I" can only be a ninety-five emperor who reigns over the world.

"Click, click", the piercing sound of grinding teeth could be heard in the darkness to my left.

I turned my head to see that although it was dark, there were constantly fireworks blooming in the sky, intermittently illuminating the ground.

At first glance, I saw the cold light from the blades of the cold weapons, then I saw the fierce light scattered from the eyes of countless fierce men, and then I saw that the overwhelming array of soldiers and horses had filled all the streets, like a plague of locusts about to erupt.

On the one hand, there is a court feast of singing and dancing, drinking and beauties, and on the other hand, there are Jianghu fanatics who grind their teeth and suck blood, and choose people to devour. This dark world is destined to be extraordinary, restless, and discordant, full of unknown tyranny, and makes people feel bottomless despair.

I looked down on it all from above, but I couldn't do anything but watch from the wall.

When the banquet arrived, all the maids danced and surrounded the yellow-robed man in the center. At first, it was just the man laughing, and at last everyone began to laugh loudly, and the laughter spread from the heights, and probably the people living under every house in the whole city could hear it.

"He must be crazy! The time for joy and sorrow is coming!" I thought.

Throughout the ages, all emperors have suddenly lost their country when they reached the peak of poverty and luxury. This is a historical inevitability, and no one can avoid it. The grass Kou on the left who grinded their teeth and sucked blood were not born as Kou, but civilians who were squeezed to the point that they could no longer bear it - the Chu people were burned and pitifully scorched. The fire of Qin Shi Huang's Afang Palace has erected a pillar of shame for future generations of kings, but many emperors who have lived in the palace for a long time have turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

I foresee that this killing will be inevitable.

Civilians are like magma underground, and once they find a gap, they will rise to the sky, burning the earth, burning the old order, and refining a new world.

No matter which dynasty this yellow-robed man belongs to, he will die, and use his death to redeem the original sin of the fish and flesh people, drunk and dreaming of death.

Such a man does not deserve mercy, because he has overdrawn the trust and support of the common people in him.

The blade-wielding grass coward on the left had already climbed the tall building, and the people on the right were in an uproar, and the maid guards scattered in panic, leaving only the yellow-robed man, who fell down in shock. The next moment, he was likely to be chopped into shredded flesh under the chaotic blade—

If it weren't for the light that broke through the sky, all the expected tragedy would have happened.

That light appeared in time, shining straight down from the direction of the Big Dipper, and landed on the tall building, separating the grass from the emperor.

Afraid of the light, the grass retreated, re-disappearing into the darkness.

I have never seen such a beautiful and serene light, the sun in the sky is violent, the moon is overcast, and the stars are dim, and it will not bring people comfortable enjoyment. Only the light I see now, although it is white, has an indescribable tenderness, which can make people look up to it and embrace it effortlessly, longing to reveal the wildness and scars of their hearts under its care, wash everything away, and return their hearts to primitive peace.

It is like a mother's gaze, seeing through everything and embracing everything, like a warm seawater, but also like a soft new bed, making people gradually intoxicated, I don't know when and where this moment is.

I looked at it, and suddenly tears welled up in my eyes, and the tragic and desolate encounters from childhood to adulthood gathered together in front of me. In the past, all the piles and piles that had been gritting their teeth and enduring, holding their waists hard, and being ruthless and unwilling to think about them, all floated from the depths of memory.

That light, as if it was a key to open my memory, opened the door of my heart.

Before I knew it, I bowed down deeply to the light, and then I fell to the ground, my heart to the sky. In a trance, a pure and moving song sounded in my ears, and it turned out that not only me, but everyone had seen it, worshipped it, and praised it, longing for it to illuminate every inch of darkness, and even to illuminate every part of human beings, every living being, so that wherever there is thought, there will be no more dirty darkness.

The yellow-robed man got up and bowed down to the light. Even the maid guards who had escaped returned silently, following the yellow-robed man and bowing down reverently.

All the grass robbers on the left side and the thousands of troops and horses scattered into the city threw down their weapons together and knelt down in unison.

Between heaven and earth, only the light shines, and there is silence, only a moving ode sounds.

I have felt that the light can enlighten people's minds, so that spiritual people can find the direction of human struggle.

It makes people realize their absolute insignificance, whether it is the emperor of the Ninety-Five Supreme or the ringing horse that gathers in the mountains and forests, they are just ants vying for fame and fortune, flies and dogs, and only a high degree of spiritual sublimation can bring people into the real soul heaven.

Under the guidance of that light, I felt that my mind was sublimating infinitely until I became one with the light and became a part of the holy world.

In an instant, I forgot about the dangers of the real world, because they only hurt my body, but they could not destroy my soul. Without the bonds of the flesh, I was able to merge into the light more quickly.

"Let this world be filled with kindness and love, and there is something to love even for the most heinous sinners. Resolve all contradictions with love, so that the hands of the enemy can also be held together with fraternity, and the strength of all mankind will unite to create a harmonious new world. Then, when the sun shines on the earth on a new day, everyone can put their palms together and pray, may this world never be free of hatred and war, and that everything will be as light as a breeze and as natural as flowing water, and will continue into the future...... "A gentle and powerful voice resounded in the air, neither male nor female, male nor female.

The voice was so beautiful that every word that entered my ears moved me, urged me to forge ahead, and made me forget the time limit.

When the second explosion sounded, all illusions disappeared together, and the painting was already in my hands. At the same time, I felt the tremendous suction of the wall behind me, causing me to stagger backwards.

I knew that once the body was pressed against the wall, the young man would throw a rat trap and would not dare to cause a third explosion.

"Deton—" I yelled out the door.

With a bang, the third explosion rang out just in time, and the safety rope around my waist suddenly tightened, dragging me out the door.

I left the chamber, unable to hold my breath and threw myself forward.

Fortunately, Red Sleeves beckoned and grabbed me first.

"Fortunately, I have not failed in my mission......" I only said half a sentence, and as soon as my eyes went dark, I lost consciousness.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia......" Red Sleeves cried anxiously, and the sound was mixed with the hot breath from his mouth and poured straight into my ears.

I wanted to respond to her, but my body was limp, like a fish with a broken back, and I couldn't say a word.

"Bring up the explosives and blow the secret room open!" Red Sleeves commanded loudly.

I smiled gratifyingly in my grogginess, because that might be the only solution to these complex problems—to cut through the mess quickly.