"Who are you?"

The ethereal female voice sounded, and the two of them shook their spirits, and their bodies turned around as if they were electrocuted.

It was a translucent female soul, although it was about the same height as Dong Bai, but because of the reason floating in mid-air, Dong Bai still had to look up at her.

She has a beautiful face, and her clothes are also very luxurious and beautiful, although she is a ghost, but there is no yin aura on her face, but there is a bit of girlish childishness.

"Hey, who are you?"

Seeing that the two were stunned, the spirit asked again, and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of the two of them.

"Who are you?!"

Zhou Ping finally reacted, he pulled Dong Bai behind him, looked at the ghost with a wary face, the magic trick was pinched, and the golden thunder light surged in his fingertips, as long as the ghost moved, he would immediately take countermeasures.

"Me?"

The female ghost directly ignored Zhou Ping's rather hostile actions, she pointed at herself, and the expression on her face was so innocent that it was a little natural.

"I am who I am, Han Ji, don't you know me?"

Han Ji? Who's that?

Seeing the puzzled expression on Zhou Ping's face, the ghost who claimed to be Han Ji seemed to have reacted to something, she was startled in hindsight, and one of them drifted away from the two, and after a careful look, she suddenly realized.

"You are alive?!"

Realizing this, Han Ji's expression suddenly became excited, and she quickly floated close to the two of them in a circle, looking at each other incessantly, and her mouth kept asking questions like a cannon.

"How many years have passed? The clothes on the outside have become like this? Why is your hairpin even rougher than I was then? What kind of fat powder is this, it smells so good! ”

is worthy of being a woman, most of the questions asked by Han Ji are related to clothes and jewelry, but even so, Zhou Ping still sorted out a thread from this Han Ji's question.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that there are terracotta warriors and horses in this Afang Heavenly Palace, and naturally there may be those buried palace maids and concubines, and this Han Ji should be one of the many martyred concubines.

Han Hee Han Hee, a princess who was captured from Korea in the Six Kingdoms.

"Wait, wait, wait! Your Highness Han Ji, have you been here all along? ”

Zhou Ping hurriedly stopped Han Ji's gushing question, and cut straight to the point, now is obviously not the time to chat, not to mention anything else, there are still so many terracotta warriors and horses chasing them outside the door.

"Me?"

Han Ji's attention was instantly diverted by Zhou Ping, she thought for a moment, and then spoke in a little confusion.

"I guess so...... Actually, I haven't been awake for long, and I only woke up in the past few days. ”

"These days?"

"Well, I shouldn't have woken up, but all of a sudden, I felt someone take a piece of my soul away, and then I woke up, but I couldn't sleep anymore."

Han Ji heard Zhou Ping's words in a bit of a fog, but if Sima Yi was present, he would definitely understand, because this soul extraction was his handiwork.

"Then do you know how not to be hunted down by those terracotta warriors?"

Dong Bai on the side tilted her head, compared to Zhou Ping, her problems were much more practical.

"That's right! You're alive, and you shouldn't be here! ”

was reminded by Dong Bai like this, Han Ji was startled again, but when she was off the line, she still answered what she should answer.

"Those mercenaries are the guards here, and if you want to avoid being hunted down, you will either become 'your own people' like me, or you will become their masters."

"Their owners? Isn't it the First Emperor? ”

"How is it possible, that old man ascended to the sky after leaving his flesh, and now their owner should be a candle dragon!"

It seemed that Qin Shi Huang's reason was mentioned, and Han Ji's face showed a little resentment, and she flattened her mouth, as if she was complaining that Qin Shi Huang had left them behind.

"But the candle dragon has flown away."

"Flying away? Then I don't know, anyway, there must be a master here, if not, this palace will definitely fall, and we will not be allowed to speak here. ”

Han Ji pursed her lips, as if she didn't care who the owner of this place was, she looked at the two of them for a while, but picked up the previous question again.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me yet, what has become of the outside world!"

……

Deep in the Heavenly Palace.

The crisp crash of the chains sounded in the corridor where the curtains danced, and following the crashing sound, Diao Chan, dressed like a noble concubine, walked forward under the escort of a group of terracotta warriors, she raised her head and looked at the sturdy back of the tiger in front of her, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

Possessed by ghosts, they become playthings, drifting with the flow and at the mercy of others. Diao Chan thought that she had recognized the whole of her tragic fate, but when she saw the changes in the person in front of her, she realized that what she had guessed was just the tip of the iceberg, and her future might be the person in front of her.

The one in front is Dong Zhuo, but it is not the Dong Zhuo in Diao Chan's impression.

Those self-dancing chains swept all the way, bringing her and Dong Zhuo directly to the depths of this palace. After landing, those chains began to attack Dong Zhuo, even though Dong Zhuo had the strength of a domain-level general, and the fire he manipulated was as violent as himself, but in the end, he was still unable to resist the chain prohibition condensed by the hundred strategists of the pre-Qin Dynasty.

Even if Dong Zhuo had a little luck, he was still a mortal compared to the gods such as the Candle Dragon.

The chains drilled into Dong Zhuo's body like maggots, and after a while, Dong Zhuo's soul was directly crushed, and Dong Zhuo at this time had completely become a shell controlled by chains, he didn't have any self-awareness, he only knew that like those chains, he guarded the tomb of the First Emperor.

So, am I going to be like him too?

Looking at Dong Zhuo's back, the thought of wanting to escape appeared in Diao Chan's mind for the first time, but this thought only appeared for a moment, and he was frightened away by the giant dancing chains on Dong Zhuo's body.

"Roaring ......"

Dong Zhuo, who was leading the way in front, stopped, he let out a vague low roar, and with that low roar, the empty road ground, stone bricks sank in turn, and finally, a downward secret passage appeared in front of Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo took two steps back sideways, making way for Diao Chan.

Understanding Dong Zhuo's silent movements, Diao Chan took a deep breath and slowly stepped on the stone steps of the dark passage.

Spacious, bright.

Underneath the secret passage is a huge stone chamber, the walls of which are inlaid with countless glowing jade stones, illuminating the stone chamber transparently.

On the jade couch in the middle of the stone room, there was a middle-aged man wearing a dark black dragon robe, he was wearing a crown on his head, although his eyes were closed, he still had an incomparable majesty, and his face was full of red light, giving people the illusion that he would wake up at any time.

And with him as the center, the one hundred and ten small jade couches are arranged in a regular manner like a military formation, as if they are guarding and being dominated. And on these jade couches, there are women lying in clothes that are almost the same as Diao Chan, but these women have turned into rotten skeletons.

"Ahh

Seeing these skeletons, under the horror, Diao Chan, whose heart was oppressed to the extreme, finally screamed out.