Chapter: 2096
He rushed to the shelf where the props were piled up, quickly searched the shelf, looking for the props in memory.
There are three rows of shelves, each row has four layers, and the props and materials are piled up in a mess. Uncle is really a lazy old man. He didn't classify according to occupation and quality, so he is not worthy of being the head of the house.
Xiahou Aotian searched for a long time, but couldn't find the purification item.
Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, his expression became more and more anxious, and his whole body was in a state of confusion, as if he was running a race against the god of death, if he took a slow step, the scythe of the god of death would come.
At this time, he heard someone say in his ear:
"The Golden Crow props are at the top of the third row."
Xiahou Aotian was overjoyed: "Thank you."
In the next second, he froze on the spot, the blood on his face faded, and his eyes showed strong panic and tension.
There was a brief dead silence in the warehouse.
After about ten seconds, that old voice rang in my ears again:
"Don't be panic, the old man will not harm you, on the contrary, I want to thank you, it is you who brought me out of the first emperor's underground palace."
Xiahou Aotian couldn't understand the language spoken by the voice, but he naturally understood the meaning of the words.
As a well-learned bachelor, he immediately understood that this was Ye Youshen's unique communication method, and he could hear and understand it because the other party directly communicated the spirits of both parties through the copy.
"Who are you?" Xiahou Aotian asked tentatively.
He was already very nervous, and after experiencing a short period of panic, he had stabilized his mentality.
"I am an alchemist from the Qin Kingdom." The voice said.
"Liar, you are obviously a night wandering god." Xiahou Aotian exposed the other party's lies.
"This old man has practiced yin and yang art, but this old man is indeed an alchemist of Qin, how can he deceive me?" the old voice asked:
"Young man, what year is this eve?"
He doesn't know the level division of character cards? Xiahou Aotian said: "If you are really a Qin alchemist, then it has been more than 2,200 years ago."
The voice in my head did not respond, and after a long time, a faint sigh came:
"Dream for two thousand years, I never thought that a mistake would allow me to live forever in this way."
"Who the hell are you?" Xiahou Aotian's heart suddenly said: "You can't be the first emperor, right?"
"I'm just an alchemist from the Qin Kingdom." The old voice said slowly, "The First Emperor didn't practice yin and yang art, and when a person dies, his soul dies."
After a pause, he added:
"The longevity he longs for is the longevity of the king's reign, not lingering in the form of a soul. The soul has no body to rely on, and when it meets the night wandering god, it is a fish to be slaughtered. Your majesty compares himself to the three emperors, looks up to the past and the present, and his heart is stronger than the sky. Higher, would rather die than live.
"Well, two thousand years have passed, and it seems that Xu Fu has not returned to the Central Plains to exchange his promise."
Xiahou Aotian hurriedly asked: "What promise?"
The old ghost who claimed to be an alchemist did not reply, but instead asked:
"I have been cultivating on you for several days. I can see that today's practitioners seem to be different from those in the past. They have low strength but can freely enter and exit the cave. In this world, there is no spiritual power left. The magic weapon you just lay on is strange and weird. There are many kinds of changes. It's very big, can you explain it to me in detail?" JrNovels.com
There are three rows of shelves, each row has four layers, and the props and materials are piled up in a mess. Uncle is really a lazy old man. He didn't classify according to occupation and quality, so he is not worthy of being the head of the house.
Xiahou Aotian searched for a long time, but couldn't find the purification item.
Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, his expression became more and more anxious, and his whole body was in a state of confusion, as if he was running a race against the god of death, if he took a slow step, the scythe of the god of death would come.
At this time, he heard someone say in his ear:
"The Golden Crow props are at the top of the third row."
Xiahou Aotian was overjoyed: "Thank you."
In the next second, he froze on the spot, the blood on his face faded, and his eyes showed strong panic and tension.
There was a brief dead silence in the warehouse.
After about ten seconds, that old voice rang in my ears again:
"Don't be panic, the old man will not harm you, on the contrary, I want to thank you, it is you who brought me out of the first emperor's underground palace."
Xiahou Aotian couldn't understand the language spoken by the voice, but he naturally understood the meaning of the words.
As a well-learned bachelor, he immediately understood that this was Ye Youshen's unique communication method, and he could hear and understand it because the other party directly communicated the spirits of both parties through the copy.
"Who are you?" Xiahou Aotian asked tentatively.
He was already very nervous, and after experiencing a short period of panic, he had stabilized his mentality.
"I am an alchemist from the Qin Kingdom." The voice said.
"Liar, you are obviously a night wandering god." Xiahou Aotian exposed the other party's lies.
"This old man has practiced yin and yang art, but this old man is indeed an alchemist of Qin, how can he deceive me?" the old voice asked:
"Young man, what year is this eve?"
He doesn't know the level division of character cards? Xiahou Aotian said: "If you are really a Qin alchemist, then it has been more than 2,200 years ago."
The voice in my head did not respond, and after a long time, a faint sigh came:
"Dream for two thousand years, I never thought that a mistake would allow me to live forever in this way."
"Who the hell are you?" Xiahou Aotian's heart suddenly said: "You can't be the first emperor, right?"
"I'm just an alchemist from the Qin Kingdom." The old voice said slowly, "The First Emperor didn't practice yin and yang art, and when a person dies, his soul dies."
After a pause, he added:
"The longevity he longs for is the longevity of the king's reign, not lingering in the form of a soul. The soul has no body to rely on, and when it meets the night wandering god, it is a fish to be slaughtered. Your majesty compares himself to the three emperors, looks up to the past and the present, and his heart is stronger than the sky. Higher, would rather die than live.
"Well, two thousand years have passed, and it seems that Xu Fu has not returned to the Central Plains to exchange his promise."
Xiahou Aotian hurriedly asked: "What promise?"
The old ghost who claimed to be an alchemist did not reply, but instead asked:
"I have been cultivating on you for several days. I can see that today's practitioners seem to be different from those in the past. They have low strength but can freely enter and exit the cave. In this world, there is no spiritual power left. The magic weapon you just lay on is strange and weird. There are many kinds of changes. It's very big, can you explain it to me in detail?" JrNovels.com
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