Chapter 506

The seaside wind carried a salty smell, but there were no farms or fishing boats nearby, so the smell was not too strong. Jie Ling took a deep breath, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Back then, he had been assigned by his father to lead 300,000 troops to guard the Great Wall with General Meng Tian. Although the scenery and the people had changed beyond recognition, at least he could relive the high and vigorous spirit that belonged to him in the past.

If the darkness hadn't come, he should be the second Qin Emperor, not the younger brother who was pushed to the throne after the collapse of the empire.

History had its own way of writing history, but the events of the past could not be recorded in history. After Great Qin's cavalry swept across the land, they were still defeated by the descent of darkness. The real Huhai in history was just a pitiful man who held the ashes of a fallen empire.

At that time, no one was willing to sit on the throne because it meant a thousand years of infamy and a bad example.

Qin Yang looked at Jie Ling, who was standing by the sea and staring at the old dragon, and said, "You stayed here more than two thousand years ago, didn't you?"

"According to the historical records, I was here to deal with the grassland barbarians who coveted the Divine Artifact."

"That's not popular now. At that time, you should be regarded as a sinner who prevented the integration of the ethnic groups and divided them. In the years after you, there was the Five Barbarians Rebellion. Now, the history books have changed it to 'the ethnic minorities went south'."

"History books have always been used by those in power to wipe their butts. I understand this very well." Jie Ling bent down and scooped up some seawater. "My youngest brother is the biggest victim."

Qin Yang did not know how to respond for a while. After all, his level was still a little low. If the monk or Lord Zeng were here, they would be able to communicate with Jie Ling. After all, the information they had come into contact with and their understanding of the truth were not equal. Therefore, when Qin Yang learned of Jie Ling's identity, he was terrified. Su Bai and Fatty, who were in Leshan a while ago, did not hesitate to roll up their sleeves and fight with the so-called eldest son of Emperor Qin.

This was the gap between a senior listener and a senior listener, not just in strength.

"Is this the place?" the guard asked.

"Last time I met them around here, so it should be around here," Qin Yang answered.

"In that case, the entrance of the cave should be destroyed." Jie Ling walked into the seawater and began to sink.

Qin Yang was still standing on the shore. The reporter didn't ask him to go down with them, so he didn't choose to go down with them. When he first became a listener, his wife and children were his biggest motivation to survive in the world of the story. But now, they had become his obstacles. But Qin Yang was very open-minded. There were many people in the audience who were happy to live in poverty, but people like Qin Yang who abided by the rules were the minority. He himself was actually very happy. After all, every day he spent with his wife and children was an opportunity for Qin Yang. It was a great enjoyment.

Turning around, Qin Yang returned to his taxi. He didn't wait for Jie Ling to come out. Instead, he started the car and prepared to go home. His wife had already prepared dinner for him.

Jie Ling's figure began to dive down alone. In the end, he stood firmly at the bottom of the sea. Around him was a barren wasteland, but Jie Ling still managed to find his bearings. After all, compared to the changes on land, the changes at the bottom of the sea were less influenced by human factors.

After moving stealthily for more than 20 miles in the sea, Jie Tiao stopped at a low-lying place. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed in front of him. The surrounding mud and sand were immediately lifted up, revealing a cave with an entrance.

Finally, he found it.

Jie Ling entered the cave. After a period of stealthily moving, his body withstood the change in water pressure and once again emerged from the water surface. He arrived at the extremely desolate entrance.

Around him, a cold wind blew, but Jie Ling didn't care. The greatest fear of humans came from the unknown. He didn't come here as an explorer. To him, it was more like he was revisiting an old place.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, as if a person's emotions were becoming more and more irritable. Ever since the water level reversed last time, everything here seemed to have been washed and looked very clean.

After all, it had only been a few years since Su Bai and the rest came here. To the things in the sea, this period of time was really too short.

Jie Ling looked around as if he was looking for something. Then, he stepped on the empty space in front of him. Then, he started to move forward as if he was walking on a flat surface.

If one took a closer look, one could see that there were stump-like things under Jie Ling's feet that could be placed on. These stumps were human heads.

This was a road paved with corpses. The corpses stood in the water to prop up the road. The other directions were places where space was reversed. If one entered casually, they might not be able to come out again.

Jie Ling didn't have much nostalgia for this place. He even saw many other heretics. This meant that this place, which was built more than two thousand years ago, had been visited by outsiders several times in history. Some people made it out alive, while others had to stay here and accompany this dead silence.

On the water surface diagonally ahead, a boat with a black awning appeared. A big red lantern was hung on the boat, shining with a strange red light. This scene was a little similar to Zheng Zhihua's song "Stars Light Up". It lit up the door to your home.

But it was a pity that the people on that ship would become permanent tourists if nothing unexpected happened.

Jie Ling stopped in his tracks, not because of the black awning ship, but because a figure had appeared behind him. That figure was a bit blurry, but its target was definitely him.

"Three to five bottles, two punches, how many to hit is fate;

Baccarat, game room, smoking a Chunghwa to calm down … "

The person was speaking a jingle, holding a deck of cards in his hand. He looked like he was having too much fun. He squinted his eyes and walked out from somewhere behind him, swaying as he looked at Jie Ling.

If Su Bai was here, he would be able to recognize this person. Back then, this person had also interacted with Su Bai. He was Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin was a talented listener, but it was a pity that he had stepped on the wrong boat twice. The first one was the Fang family, which caused him to completely break ties with Su Bai and the monk. The second one was here, where he lost his life.

Just like Yigu, the middle school teacher who had gone to the brothel with Fatso and discussed his life's ideals, those who could advance to become a high-level listener were definitely the best among the listeners. However, those who died along the way were not all idiots.

Jie Ling looked at the person in front of him. Oh, no, to be exact, this was not a person, but a dead soul that had been detained here because of its deep resentment. If one were to examine it carefully, it could not even be considered a dead soul.

Xiao Lin looked at Jie Ling in a frivolous manner, as if he was drunk, his body swaying. "Stay here and play money with me."

This was an invitation from Xiao Lin. Not long ago, there was a "Mahjong Panic" in Hong Kong. It was a paranormal incident where a person who died in the underworld would look for his former mahjong buddies to accompany him to play mahjong. That situation was similar to what was happening now.

"You can come with me, I can bring you out," Jie Ling suddenly said.

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, then began to shake his head vigorously. "Who do you think I am? Do you think you can fool me just because you want to?"

"A person is dead, but he still retains the shrewdness he had when he was alive." Jie Ling reached out and rubbed his chin. The environment here had not changed much from more than 2,000 years ago, including the array here. However, someone had added some things here, such as this boat with black awning and the person standing in front of him at this time.

The mirror left behind by Xu Fu must have been tampered with. Thinking of this, Jie Ling's face became slightly gloomy.

At his realm, not to mention his own strength, even his current body had the strength of a high-level listener. Between joy and anger, it would naturally produce a kind of resonance with the surrounding environment.

This caused Xiao Lin's body to seem to start swaying. His voice and his movements began to become "unstable".

An ominous premonition arose in Jie Ling's heart. If the mirror was only slightly modified by someone, it should not be a big problem. However, if it was modified too much, it was likely to affect what he was going to do next.

With a casual wave of his hand, a red thread flew out and spread across his back. Behind him, Xiao Lin and the boat with black awning seemed to be very afraid of this red thread and did not continue to follow Jie Ling.

At the end of the Human Head Road, there was a fan-shaped bare ground. Jie Ling landed here. Around it, there were some traces of intense friction. There had been a battle here, and it should have been in the past two to three years.

"I, Ying Fusu, with the life of my blood, command you to appear!"

Jie Ling pointed at his forehead and took out a drop of soul blood. This body was Jie Ling's, so naturally, he did not have the bloodline of the royal family. However, his soul blood was different.

The droplets of blood scattered in all directions. As if responding to the summoning, a mirror as tall as a person appeared out of thin air.

Jie Ling walked in front of the mirror, placed his hand on it, and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes. For the first time, there was an emotion called "anger" in his eyes. Even when he had just broken free from the seal of the Buddha and fought back and forth with Su Bai, this emotion had not appeared in his eyes.

"Who did it … Who did it!"