A Cai's work: The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1947 Blood Flow, Rapid Growth
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The howling of the snow wolf was urgent and fierce. With the wolf blocking his way, the Ninth Prince naturally would not move forward. For safety reasons, the Ninth Prince asked the Eighteen Riders to find some wooden sticks and use the roots to clear away the rubble in the corner. During the cleaning, they found something wrong.
"The smell of blood." Feng Qingchen was most sensitive to this smell. Although it was only a very faint smell, Feng Qingchen could still be sure that he was not wrong.
But the smell of blood is very unpleasant, as if it has been stank for a long time and has become stinky.
"Why is there a smell of blood here?" Xuan Shaoqi was quite surprised. It was not that he did not believe Feng Qingchen, but this place was filled with either dead people or living dead. Apart from them, there was really no other living creature that could bleed.
"I don't know." Feng Qingchen shook his head and waited for the Eighteen Riders to continue digging. After a while, he saw the Eighteen Riders digging out a piece of black and red soil. A strong smell of blood hit their faces. Everyone's faces were extremely ugly, even Feng Qingchen's face was not good, and his stomach was churning.
It wasn't that she couldn't stand the smell of blood, but the smell was so thick and smelly, like a mass grave.
The Snow Wolf was also extremely disgusted by the smell and retreated repeatedly, not forgetting to take Feng Qingchen with him as he retreated.
The eighteen riders who were digging the soil were even worse than Feng Qingchen. They had less concentration and vomited after dropping the sticks. The Ninth Prince and Xuan Shaoqi's faces turned pale, but they did not retreat.
"Keep digging." The Ninth Prince gave the order. The eighteen riders felt extremely uncomfortable, but they had no choice but to move forward obediently. Feng Qingchen couldn't bear to see this, so he took out a stack of masks from the smart medical bag and gave them to them, and put one on himself as well.
With the masks on, everyone felt better, but poor Eighteen Riders who was digging a hole felt bad.
As the eighteen riders dug deeper, the stench became stronger and stronger. In addition to the smell of blood, there was even the smell of rotting corpses. Feng Qingchen frowned, and the Ninth Prince asked her to stand further away so as not to be hit by the blood.
Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment, but still retreated obediently. She was not a senior sister, there was no need for a forensic doctor here, and there was no need for her to stay here and suffer.
Feng Qingchen stepped back, and the Ninth Prince had no more worries. He signaled the Eighteen Riders to speed up. The Eighteen Riders had no choice but to throw away their sticks and use knives to dig instead. The digging was so powerful that the Eighteen Riders and Xuan Shaoqi were stunned.
"Blood, so much blood..." The Eighteenth Rider, who was closest to the scene, pointed at the "blood stream" at his feet with a trembling voice, feeling frightened.
No wonder the smell of blood is so strong, it turns out this is a river of blood, the dark blood flows through here, and I wonder where it will eventually flow to...
"It smells terrible." Xuan Shaoqi took a deep breath and saw that Shibaqi was still in a daze, so he reminded him, "Don't embarrass your young lady. Have you ever seen blood?"
"I've never seen so much blood." The eighteen riders also realized that they had lost their composure, but they didn't feel ashamed. Anyone who saw such a river of blood would be shocked.
This blood is horribly thick.
This tomb has been built for so many years, and there is still blood. How much blood would be needed to ensure that the blood river does not dry up?
"I've seen it so many times, I'm used to it." The Ninth Prince calmly turned his eyes away, and personally dug a few times along the blood river. He roughly determined that the blood would eventually flow to the imperial mausoleum, but...
They can't just go in along this river of blood, can they?
Not to mention that the blood river is narrow and cannot accommodate a grown man. Even if it can, they cannot walk in and soak in the blood. The blood has not dried up after so many years and may be poisonous.
"Since we can open a path through this place without collapsing the imperial mausoleum, let's blow up this corner." Xuan Shaoqi suggested using a thunder bomb to blow up the mausoleum.
They didn't dare to blow up the tomb before because they were afraid that they would blow up the wrong place and cause the imperial tomb to collapse. Now that they have found the right location, they naturally dare to do it.
"Get started." Apart from this, the Ninth Prince couldn't think of a better way.
Taking the Sky-shaking Bombs from Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Prince, Xuan Shaoqi and the Eighteen Riders buried the Sky-shaking Bombs near the Blood River. The first time, the Ninth Prince did not dare to place too many, and only placed four.
"Go and place the fuse." The Ninth Prince motioned Xuan Shaoqi to go with him. As for the Eighteen Riders? It would be better to retreat early to avoid being hit by the thunder wave.
The Ninth Prince and Xuan Shaoqi were both extremely skilled in lightness skills. Once the thunderbolt was ignited, the two of them floated ten feet away.
boom……
The thunder bomb exploded and blood flowed like flowers bursting. The flowing blood rushed straight to the sky and then fell down violently like a bloody rain. The dark red blood splattered everywhere. When the explosion subsided, the outside of the imperial mausoleum was covered with blood flowers.
The blood flow was stopped by the explosion, and the blood that came from nowhere continued to flow out, but it no longer flowed into the imperial tomb, but flowed outward along the terrain.
"I wonder if something bad will happen to the Imperial Mausoleum if this blood is cut off." Just as Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he heard the two stone doors of the Imperial Mausoleum rumble open...
"Let's go and take a look." The Ninth Prince pulled Feng Qingchen and quickly brought her to the outside of the imperial mausoleum.
At this time, the stone door was half open. The Ninth Prince was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, he turned on the light and observed the situation inside the imperial mausoleum from outside.
Perhaps it is not the imperial tomb where the emperor is buried. The inside of the imperial tomb is very simple, with only broken vines all over the ground. Looking at the bright green of those vines and the juice on the ground, it is certain that these vines have just fallen. It is precisely because these vines are broken that the two stone doors can be opened.
When Xuan Shaoqi and the eighteen riders came over, the Ninth Prince said, "Go in and take a look."
Holding Feng Qingchen's hand all the way, the Ninth Prince led Feng Qingchen and walked in front. The two walked very slowly, and after every step, they would carefully look around to make sure there was no danger before daring to move forward.
The imperial tomb was gloomy. Even with the long green vines on the ground, there was not a trace of life. It became darker as one went deeper. Even though the Eighteen Riders and Xuan Shaoqi all raised their torches, they were unable to illuminate every corner of the imperial tomb.
The imperial mausoleum was very large and empty all around. Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince kept moving forward, but they only saw a wall covered with vines. Those long vines seemed to be alive, entwined around the wall and moving from time to time, but their strength was very weak, as if they would die at any time.
"These vines won't live long without the nourishment of blood." Although there was no smell of blood in the imperial mausoleum, Feng Qingchen smelled a scent of blood from the broken vines. Combined with the blood flow and the fact that the stone door suddenly opened, there was nothing he didn't understand.
The Ninth Prince drew his sword and cut off a long vine. After making sure that the vines were harmless, he said, "Let's split up and find a way out."
"Okay." Xuan Shaoqi and the eighteen riders immediately dispersed, trying to find a path or mechanism hidden in the dark.
Uncle Nine and Feng Qingchen didn't know that in the dark, the vines they had said were harmless were rapidly withering. Only the slender vine closest to the stone gate was growing rapidly...