Chapter 280: Thousand-year-old female corpse vs. the last warlord (1)

"Run, run, the corpse has resurrected." When Shi Yi opened her eyes, she saw a group of men wearing fur hats, coarse cloth jackets, and blue-black long gowns running away.

In her memory, such clothing was popular in the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty.

"General, run, run." Adjutant Chen, who had run halfway, did not see the figure of his master, so he hurried back, drooping his injured hand, and holding his master with the other hand and refusing to let go.

They were on this trip to dig up the tomb of Emperor Yao Wu a thousand years ago, and the group could be said to have survived a narrow escape. He almost lost his life. But let alone the heirloom jewels, there were not many valuable items. It was hard to say whether he could get out safely after encountering the resurrected thousand-year-old female corpse.

Meng Liangchao looked at the thousand-year-old female corpse in the agarwood coffin, and could hardly take his eyes away.

Before he was eighteen, he always had a recurring dream. In the dream, a woman in a complicated palace dress whose face could not be seen clearly held his hand and cried to him not to forget her. The moment the thousand-year-old female corpse opened her eyes, the blurred face of the woman in the dream suddenly had a face.

"General, let's go. If the female corpse gets up, we can't get away." Adjutant Chen's pulling was useless. In a critical moment, he didn't care about the hierarchy and directly chopped his master's neck with a knife, trying to knock him out and take him away.

Meng Liangchao moved his body slightly and dodged directly, but he caught him off guard.

Adjutant Chen closed his eyes, his body softened, and fell to the ground, but his hands were still tightly holding his trouser legs.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Shi Yi spread her hands in front of her lower abdomen and looked up at him, without any sign of action. She hasn't figured out the situation yet.

"Do we seem to know each other?" Meng Liangchao gently pulled Adjutant Chen's hand away, and he was sure that she would not hurt him when they first met.

This feeling was as if they had known each other for a long time, mixed with many other feelings.

"Maybe." Shi Yi had just finished speaking when she felt a pain in her stomach and curled up in the coffin.

Suddenly, there were many more memories in her mind.

It turned out that the young man in military uniform in front of her was Emperor Yao Wu a thousand years ago, and her identity was his queen, Lv Shiyi. After her death, Emperor Yao Wu asked the folks to build this mausoleum, put her body in the agarwood coffin, and sacrificed hundreds of boys and girls with the soul-soothing method to ensure that her body would not rot and her face would not be rotten, so that she could reunite with him a thousand years later.

A thousand years later, she really met Meng Liangchao, who was reincarnated as the son of a warlord. When they recognized each other in the tomb, they were disturbed by a group of college students studying abroad and the soul-soothing pillar was pulled, causing her body to turn into powder and dissipate.

Meng Liangchao hated the female student Mi Yuyan who led the group at first, but he was afraid of women because he liked men, and Mi Yuyan almost died after blocking a bullet for him, so he also had some true feelings for Mi Yuyan.

If Mi Yuyan really loved him, Lu Shiyi would have done it for her lover, but Mi Yuyan was a newly developed member of an assassination organization. Everything she did was just to kill Meng Liangchao and eliminate the power of the warlords.

How could Lu Shiyi, who had become a pimp, feel at ease?

So he came here.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Liangchao saw her in pain, and his heart also began to hurt. He wanted to get close to her, but was afraid that getting close would have a bad effect on her.

"Pull out, pull out the nail under the coffin." Shiyi endured the pain in his stomach and tried his best to pronounce clearly to tell him what to do.

Meng Liangchao grew up in a military camp since he was a child. He was agile. He saw the inch-long wooden nail with a spell engraved on it as soon as he leaned over. He squeezed his hand like this, thinking that he could pull it out, but the nail did not move at all.

He carefully identified the spell on the wooden nail, which seemed to be related to "eating souls and raising corpses". If it was really of this kind, blood would be necessary to break the spell.

Mi Yuyan and her group, still wondering about the appearance of the nails, kept pulling out the wooden nails on the mausoleum and putting them into their backpacks in a place separated from Meng Liangchao by a wall.

Looking around, they were about to pull out all the nails in the center of the abdomen of the woman in the large painting of a sleeping beauty.

"Blood, my blood..." Shi Yi bit his lips hard, and blood came out. "It will only be effective if you apply it on your hands and pull it out."

Could it be that the woman in front of him was actually a living person!

Meng Liangchao looked at her blood-red lips, and his chest was shaking unspeakably. Seeing her so uncomfortable, he became more anxious and wanted to help her get rid of it.

He wiped her mouth with his big hand, and felt that the blood was not enough to break the curse, so he directly cut his hand with his saber, leaned over and pulled out the nail again, and pulled it out easily.

The mausoleum also began to shake.

Many boys and girls appeared around his and the girl's coffins, kneeling on the ground in unison, and saying in the official dialect of the Yao Dynasty:

"Long live the Emperor Wu, long live the Empress Wu."

The shaking mausoleum and the earth-shaking shouts made Mi Yuyan and her group, who were separated by a wall, run to the mausoleum gate.

Mi Yuyan had just returned from studying abroad, and she refused to believe in these ghost stories, so she boldly groped her way into the inner room.

"Get up." Shi Yi, who was picked up from the coffin by Meng Liangchao, had a pale face. "Thanks to the protection of all the boys, Emperor Wu and I can be reunited today. I would like to repay you with ten lifetimes of blessings, and I hope you will be reborn and find your destination soon."

These boys and girls who were sacrificed alive had pure hearts, but they had been imprisoned here for thousands of years, so it was hard to guarantee that they had no resentment. If they were not properly compensated, it was hard to guarantee that there would be some bad consequences, which would affect the fate of the client.

"Thank you Emperor Wu and Empress Wu, we will go to reincarnate now." The boys and girls finally smiled and skipped away.

"Are you the empress of Emperor Yao Wu?" Meng Liangchao asked.

Shi Yi nodded and said sadly: "You probably don't recognize me. Although I have appeared in your dreams many times."

"Then I am the reincarnation of Emperor Yao Wu?" When Meng Liangchao asked this, he couldn't believe it himself.

"Yes." Shi Yi nodded firmly and said: "I calculated that you will be in danger of genocide in this life, so I woke up to help you."

"You bold thief, let go of this girl." Mi Yuyan, who broke in, saw the figure of a man holding a woman and yelled.

Shi Yi hugged his arms tightly, obviously frightened. Meng Liangchao's eyes turned cold, and he turned to Mi Yuyan with a bad face:

"What can I do for you?"

"Let go of this girl! Don't even think about being frivolous with her!" Mi Yuyan said the lines she had prepared long ago. When

she saw clearly what the man in front of her looked like, she immediately fell down. The man in front of her was the only son of the Yaochuan warlord, Meng Liangchao. It was said that he was a cold-blooded young man who never approached women, killed men without blinking an eye, and killed women even less.

Would she have ruined her image and the mission plan?

No, the other party's eyes, as cold as ice knives, were staring at her. She seemed to be facing a threat to her life.

In a hurry, she swallowed her saliva.

(End of this chapter)