Unlike the places they had just visited, these places had many forks in the road and were much more complex. Zuan felt as if he were in a real palace, and soon he lost his sense of direction.
He wandered around aimlessly, and if it weren't for the woman's voice guiding him, he probably would have gotten lost long ago.
Along the way, they encountered quite a few zombie warriors, many of whom were even stronger than the longsword warriors they had encountered before.
However, under the light of his magical flashlight, the zombie warriors all avoided him, as if they were human and this guy was the terrifying zombie.
Even the mysterious female voice sighed, "It seems it's all fate. If you didn't have this magical beam of light, how could you possibly have entered the core of the underground palace with your strength?"
Taking the opportunity, Zu'an struck up a conversation with her, saying, "Judging from what you're saying, you must have been here for a long time. Are you a human or... a ghost?"
The mysterious woman let out a giggle: "What do you think?"
In Zuan's mind, an image of a woman laughing hysterically automatically appeared: "I think whether you're human or ghost, you must be very beautiful."
“Beautiful…” The voice suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, it sighed softly, “What’s the use of being beautiful?” The tone revealed an extremely lonely and desolate feeling.
The other party let out a casual sigh, but Zu An was shaken all over. His heart pounded, his blood boiled, and his mind was completely captivated. In the past, when he read "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", he did not understand why Duan Yu was so fascinated just by hearing Wang Yuyan sigh.
At that moment, he suddenly understood that some women could fall for someone simply by hearing their voice, even without seeing their face.
Damn, they're all the same old perverts!
Zuan looked down on himself for a moment, then his eyes lit up. The previously cramped environment suddenly opened up, and in front of him was a vast space, probably as big as several football fields.
However, what attracts the most attention is a pool of water in the distance to the side. It is not unusual to have water in a mausoleum, but a pool as clear and clean as this is rare. Not to mention that a large number of plants with a faint green glow grow on the surface of the water, and the surface is shrouded in a layer of mist. In this generally dark mausoleum, it stands out very much.
Even if Zaun lacked common sense about this world, he could tell that the plants were no ordinary thing; they must have been the radiance of a legendary treasure.
As if guessing his thoughts, the female voice rang out again: "That's right, the elixir that can save your companion is in that pool of water."
Feeling Chu Chuyan's breathing becoming lighter and lighter, almost imperceptible unless one listened carefully, Zu An disregarded everything else and carried her towards the pool.
Suddenly, he shuddered and stopped in his tracks. With some difficulty, he turned his head to the left. When he first came in, the light emanating from the pool was so dazzling that he hadn't had time to look at the rest of the space.
As he drew closer, he finally saw what he had been ignoring.
The vast square was densely packed with rows of terracotta warriors. Each terracotta warrior was tall, about 1.85 meters, and held a long halberd. They stood in countless neat rows, and a rough estimate put the number at several thousand!
Looking around, there were chariot formations on both sides, and archer formations behind them...
A truly magnificent and powerful army that blends various branches of the armed forces!
Zuan rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to his previous life when he visited the Terracotta Army Museum in Xi'an.
Isn't that just the Terracotta Army?!
However, there are still differences. The terracotta warriors in front of us are brightly colored, their armor is neat, and their weapons are sharp. Each one looks like a living elite soldier, which is incomparable to the dilapidated terracotta warriors in the museum of my previous life.
Seemingly sensing the intrusion of a stranger, the eyes of the many terracotta warriors that had been sleeping suddenly glowed with blue light, and then they all turned to look at him.
Zuan didn't know how to describe the feeling. Being stared at by thousands of imposing terracotta warriors, all turned in unison, the overwhelming sense of oppression and eeriness almost made him breathless.
Click~
A series of strange noises came, and the terracotta warriors in the front row moved. They lowered their halberds at an angle, vaguely pointing at Zu'an, and then stepped forward to approach him. At first, their movements were a bit clumsy, but they became more and more agile.
Zuan swallowed hard. He had no time to even consider the fighting power of these terracotta warriors, as there were several thousand of them, each capable of drowning him with a single spit.
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