Fatso finally got on the bus and went to the Museum of Terracotta Warriors and Horses. This time, they came to the real place. The feeling at the door, the rows of security guards, and the endless stream of tourists and foreign tour groups all showed one thing. This was the real Museum of Terracotta Warriors and Horses, not the fake one from before.
This time, it was Su Bai who went to buy the tickets, because Su Bai could see that Fatso was a little dispirited.
As a matter of fact, the Terracotta Army was magical. After all, it was a cultural relic passed down from two thousand years ago. It carried strong historical and cultural elements. For most people, it would be a pity if they did not see the Terracotta Army when they came to Xi 'an, as if they had never been there before. However, the Terracotta Army was just clay figurines made of broken clay. There were only a few people who really liked history. Most people would feel that it was nothing special after seeing it and would be very disappointed.
"Let's go. I've bought the tickets. Shall we go in?" Su Bai took the tickets and waved them in front of Fatso. "Shall we go to the tomb of the Qin Emperor first or to see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses first? This is the ticket."
"Can we see the coffin of Qin Shi Huang in the tomb of the Qin Emperor?" Fatso suddenly became interested.
Su Bai shook his head. "It's just a mound and a green scenic area. That's where we can take the tour bus. When you get on the bus and check the ticket, it will take you around. But in fact, you can't see anything except flowers and plants."
"Forget it. Let's go in and see the clay figurines first."
The fatty dejectedly checked the tickets with Su Bai and entered the real Terracotta Warriors and Horses History Museum. From the entrance to the exit, there was a long and secluded path, and then they reached the real museum area.
A real historical relic had its own charm and thoughts. Even Fatty, who was a little dispirited at first, became much more serious at this moment.
After walking into the No. 1 pit, Fatso stood by the railing and looked at the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in front of him. He took a deep breath and remained motionless for a long time. Then he looked at Su Bai.
"It's really different. The man who found the Terracotta Warriors and Horses is called Lao Yang, right? He is a good man. He didn't keep it for himself but reported it to the government."
"In fact, the local people have been selling cultural relics for a long time, even after the founding of the People's Republic. But Lao Yang made a big mistake. Even if he wanted to sell it, he couldn't. So he had to send it to the county government in an ox cart. Later, the government found this place and began to regulate it. It was a shortcut for the local people to make a fortune."
After walking around the No. 1 pit, they went to the No. 2 Museum. There were several complete Terracotta Warriors and Horses displayed in glass cabinets in the No. 2 Museum.
Fatso walked in front of a Terracotta Warrior and subconsciously took out his mobile phone to take a picture. Su Bai stood beside Fatso. He was here to accompany Fatso. Su Bai was also very relaxed. Plus, he had been to this place before, so there was not much novelty. However, when Fatso's mobile phone flashed, Su Bai's eyes suddenly jumped, as if he saw something he shouldn't see.
Su Bai subconsciously looked around. There were many tourists around, and they were talking in different dialects and languages, admiring everything here.
After taking the picture, Fatso went to see Su Bai. Seeing Su Bai's serious expression, he was stunned. "Da Bai, what's wrong?"
After looking around, there was nothing special. Su Bai began to wonder if it was the side effect of eating the medicine that made him a little absent-minded.
But at this time, a foreigner beside him took a picture with a camera.
Su Bai immediately frowned. Someone was looking at him and peeping at him. His body turned around. The No. 2 Museum seemed to be a little empty, but it was also more quiet.
"What's wrong?" Fatso asked again.
"Someone is watching us in the dark." Su Bai said very firmly. "It's been twice. It can't be my illusion."
Fatso immediately calmed his mind and calmed down to feel together. But maybe Fatso's spiritual opportunities were much less than Su Bai's, so he was worse than Su Bai in some spiritual areas, so he didn't feel anything strange. However, Fatso didn't believe that Su Bai's feeling was wrong. Because in many horror stories or horror movies, the people who sensed danger around them were often the first to die.
"Take your phone and take another picture." Su Bai said.
"Okay." Fatso picked up the phone very cooperatively and pressed the shutter in front of the Terracotta Army in the mirror.
"Click …"
It's here again!
This time, Su Bai's reaction was extremely fast. He was feeling it with his eyes closed, so in an instant, he chased after that instinctive feeling and turned his body. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment …
Su Bai found himself standing in front of the Terracotta Army in the mirror. His gaze was right at the hollow of the Terracotta Army's dark pupils.
Even!
Here …
It was actually here.
Inside this Terracotta Army, or rather, this Terracotta Army.
In an instant, Su Bai finally remembered the real reason he came to Xi 'an. He also finally broke away from his relaxed state of travel.
Xi 'an was now the grave of the listeners!
To ordinary people, this was still a tourist city. But to the listeners, it was terrifying and dangerous. This was because most of the Shaanxi listeners who had completed more than 5% of the mission had died in the surrounding areas of Xi 'an in a short period of time.
Fatso followed Su Bai's gaze and swallowed. "Is it this?"
Su Bai nodded.
"But this is a national treasure … Wantonly destroying a national treasure can easily cause karma. It's no different from killing a lot of people."
"Fatso, set up a formation to block the sight and attention of others. Whether it's a national treasure or not, I'll definitely get rid of this thing today. Do you think we can leave safely if we pretend not to see it?" Su Bai said firmly.
Fatso nodded and no longer hesitated. He threw out a few copper coins and chanted an incantation to form a small barrier, blocking the attention of everyone around him.
One of Su Bai's hands zombified. Then, he used the sharp nails of the zombie to cut a circle on the glass. Su Bai's hand reached in and was about to touch the head of the Terracotta Army.
At this moment, something strange happened. The outer shell of the Terracotta Army began to fall off. Then, a crimson bloody corpse appeared in front of Fatso and Su Bai.
The bloody corpse opened its mouth and seemed to let out a wail. It seemed to be filled with endless fear and panic. It squatted in the glass frame. Small bubbles began to emerge from its body, and then pus and blood began to flow out. Su Bai's hand was still floating in the air, but the bloody corpse had completely melted.
Fatso swallowed and turned around to look at Su Bai. However, he found that it was not Su Bai standing in front of him, but a bloody corpse. And in the glass frame, it was no longer the Terracotta Army or the bloody corpse, but Su Bai, who was equally shocked.
"F * ck, what's going on!"
Fatso growled, and a talisman appeared in his palm. The next moment, the talisman was stuck on the forehead of the bloody corpse. But then, Su Bai found that the bloody corpse had become Su Bai again. The Terracotta Army in the glass frame was still the Terracotta Army. Nothing seemed to have changed at all.
"What's going on … What's going on …" Fatso took a few steps back in a daze. The copper coin array also dissipated. The surrounding tourists kept coming and going in front of Fatso, but Fatso felt more and more absent-minded.
He looked around, and suddenly there was no trace of Su Bai. The glass frame had become empty, and there was a piece of paper outside: "This exhibit is on tour abroad."
"Su Bai, Da Bai …"
Fatso began to shout, and many of the surrounding tourists looked at him in surprise.
…
Suffocation;
Suffocation;
Terrible suffocation.
When Su Bai recovered his hearing and hearing, he was surprised to find that he was standing in the sequence of Pit No. 1. Pit No. 1, or Hall No. 1, had the most terracotta soldiers and was the most spectacular. The other halls were much less imposing and meaningful than Pit No. 1. But at this time, among the numerous terracotta soldiers and horses, there was a terracotta soldier that was trembling slightly.
That was Su Bai.
He wanted to break free from the surrounding bondage, and wanted to break the suffocating pressure, but everything seemed to be useless. His body had become extremely stiff, as if it had existed and persevered here for two thousand years.
The change came too suddenly, and it was too unexpected. There was no foreshadowing. It happened just like that, and it began just like that. Even though Su Bai and Fatso were standing together, the two of them were completely teased and separated in an instant.
In a trance, Su Bai saw Fatso's figure appear in Pit No. 1. He began to run and search non-stop. Su Bai knew that Fatso was looking for him, and Fatso must be very afraid at this time.
However, Su Bai could not make the slightest sound, nor could he give any hints. The fatty ran past him in the aisle without noticing him at all.
Su Bai wanted to adjust his line of sight, but at the same time, the entire Pit No. 1 was covered in a thick white fog. The densely packed tourists around the railings did not seem to see the thick fog at all. They continued to look at the terracotta soldiers.
In the thick fog, Su Bai found that his body was no longer a terracotta soldier, but he still could not move. Moreover, his body was dripping with blood, and blood kept dripping down. He maintained a standing posture.
Around him, around him.
He was no longer a terracotta soldier.
There were men, women, old, and young. Each and every one of them was standing in the same place as Su Bai, but their blood had turned black and dried up. It was obvious that they had been dead for a long time. However, these people's corpses still lingered with an aura that could not be underestimated …
A bolt of lightning flashed across Su Bai's mind.
Could these people be the Shaanxi audience that had suddenly fallen en masse recently?
Could it be that someone was purposely imitating the way the First Emperor had built the terracotta soldiers for himself, and purposely hunted the audience to be buried with him?
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