Although she didn't know what Song Mengmeng was trying to do, Hu Da always kept such simple requests from the boss to herself and would never openly and vehemently object to them.
Let's go!
Hu Da and Song Mengmeng quickly arrived at the Terracotta Warriors Exhibition Hall, bought tickets, and entered the exhibition hall like two ordinary tourists, blending into the crowd.
After thousands of years of historical sedimentation, these terracotta figures still retain their original form. The expressions of sorrow or joy are frozen on the faces of each soldier. Just one glance is enough to transport one back thousands of years to that ancient battlefield of battle and conquest.
"I don't like it here!" Hu Da frowned, muttering in a low voice as she followed Song Mengmeng.
She is a demon.
No matter how powerful they are, they still cannot change this established fact!
Therefore, in such an environment filled with the atmosphere of killing, it was inevitable that she would feel somewhat unsettled! This fierce and murderous aura, which embodied the warriors who had died on the battlefield, charging into battle and abandoning everything for victory, could easily resonate with the resentment that was suppressed deep within her heart with just a slight touch...
If someone had a slightly weaker willpower, they would probably have lost control and started killing right now!
Just as a sword has the most direct thirst for blood...
"Are you alright?" Song Mengmeng reached out and grasped Hu Da's arm. This casual touch successfully dispelled the violent energy surging in Hu Da's heart.
This is a Pixiu!
As the guardian of soldiers, she has been engraved on every flag that goes to war throughout the long history of the army. She embodies the thirst for victory and obsession of countless soldiers who fought to defend their country and died on the battlefield!
And this persistent, violent, and murderous aura can only be easily suppressed by the Pixiu!
"Is this really just a terracotta warrior burial pit?!" Hu Da finally broke free from the struggle of having her soul torn apart when Song Mengmeng pulled her out of the terracotta warrior pit.
This is very unusual!
Even if they are just ordinary terracotta figurines, even if they embody the potter's hard work, even if they are life-size models made based on the Qin army of that time...
But, but isn't this destructive power and influence a bit too great?!
"You really are something, so easily influenced!" Song Mengmeng looked at Hu Da, whose complexion was not good, with some disapproval. After all, she was a legendary monster with a well-known name. How could she have almost died there after just one trip to the Terracotta Army!
It would be so embarrassing if word got out, no, so incredibly embarrassing!
"That's because you're a Pixiu!" Sensing Song Mengmeng's teasing, Hu Da turned around and glared at the little girl, somewhat embarrassed and angry: "If it were any other monster, it would be a question whether it could even hold on until now!"
The atmosphere inside was so violent; once you went in, you almost uncontrollably wanted to kill!
“Those aren’t ordinary terracotta warriors!” Song Mengmeng turned her head and glanced in the direction of the terracotta warriors again. After a long silence, she said, “Those terracotta warriors, to put it simply, are containers!”
"A container?!" Hu Da frowned, momentarily unable to process what she was seeing.
"Yes. The clay used to make the terracotta warriors also contains the ashes of soldiers who died on the battlefield. In life, they obeyed the king's orders, expanded the territory, and defended their country; after their sacrifice, their souls should also have a place to rest!"
The terracotta figures here were likely fired using a unique method, intended as shelters for the soldiers! This ensured they would forever follow their emperor, from birth to death, unchanging through the ages!
Song Mengmeng spoke calmly, explaining to Hu Da why the terracotta figurines in the exhibition hall had such a great impact on her: "Even though their souls eventually turned into nothingness, their fighting spirit and loyalty were preserved in the form of an obsession!"
They still exist here, guarding the peaceful rest of their emperors!
After a pause, without waiting for Hu Da to speak again, the little girl continued with great certainty, "I think I roughly know where to start investigating the whereabouts of Chi You's right arm!"
"Could it be related to that great emperor of all time?!" Seeing Song Mengmeng's confident look, Hu Da didn't need to guess much to figure out what conclusion she had come to.
However, this is highly unlikely to be logical!
Logically speaking, an ancient demon god like Chi You and a great emperor of the era ruled by men...
What connection could there be?!
"Didn't you notice that this method of making terracotta figures looks familiar?!" Song Mengmeng and Hu Da walked towards the entrance of the Terracotta Army together, and Song Mengmeng spoke her opinion in a gentle tone: "I heard Yuanyuan say that when Chi You was killed, the emperor probably still had a bit of mercy in mind and did not slaughter the entire Chi You tribe!"
Therefore, this gave the people of Chiyou's tribe a glimmer of hope!
It is said that at that time, several witches who were in charge of sacrifices and divination escaped from the Chiyou tribe!
And they bear the responsibility of finding Chi You's remains and bringing him back to life!
"You mean, back then, perhaps right beside the First Emperor of All Time, there were descendants of these witches who came forward and told them about this method of making human figurines?!"
Hu Da continued to push forward following Song Mengmeng's line of thought, but the more she pushed, the more she felt that Song Mengmeng's statement was somewhat untenable: "Then I don't quite understand!"
If the sorceresses of the Chi You tribe's lifelong goal was to resurrect Chi You, then why didn't the sorceress who found Chi You's body immediately choose her next step to resurrect him?
That doesn't make sense!
"Because there are too many conditions required to resurrect Chi You! Even if she had taken out Chi You's right arm and made it public, it wouldn't have been a step closer to achieving her goal; it would have directly caused the mission to fail!"
After all, since Chi You died, countless cultivators and demons have tried to use his corpse to enhance their own strength!
They didn't care whether Chi You could be resurrected; they only cared about how much profit they could extract from his corpse!
Song Mengmeng wasn't surprised at all by Hu Da's question. She smiled gently: "So, when there was no way to protect Chi You's right arm, the descendant of that witch chose another way to pass on this message!"
They are simply waiting for the day when the time is right, when someone can overpower those with malicious intentions and driven by self-interest, and truly fulfill their long-cherished wish to resurrect the demon god Chi You!
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