The daily procession of ghosts can only be seen by spiritual masters, but the terracotta warriors can be seen even by ordinary people!
Ruo Qingyan nodded:
"They will walk over, but don't worry, Pavilion Master Yan. When they are far away, they will be smaller. They will only get bigger as they get closer to the Imperial Seal."
Just as Yan Dingyun was about to say something helplessly, the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
[Lord, Master... what about those terracotta warriors? The crowd is in complete chaos!]
The phone line was filled with real-time exclamations from people.
Someone in the audience started a live stream, and many people online were also live streaming the Terracotta Warriors' rampage.
The headlines are varied, and if you click on any of them, you'll see a bunch of terracotta warriors crossing the road, riding in cars, and speeding southwest.
At the same time, he shouted:
"Demons and monsters shall not trespass upon Chinese territory!"
The car horns, people's screams, children's cries, and of course, excited whistles and laughter filled the air.
However, none of this can compare to the irritating laughter of that guy with the wind chimes below.
"Hahaha!"
Yan Dingyun looked down angrily, wishing she could take off her shoes and gag the guy.
"Wind Chime! Go and bring those terracotta warriors over here!"
He commanded.
Wind chimes: ? ? ?
"My wife is the emperor, how dare you order me around?"
Ruo Qingyan was speechless after hearing this, and quickly said softly:
"Wind chimes, hurry up."
Feng Ling smiled upon hearing this, but shook her head:
"Isn't China just about to launch social reforms? Isn't this a perfect starting point?"
"This saves you the trouble of demonstrating all sorts of amazing things to ordinary people."
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