After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The keel of the ancient ship wreckage has remained immortal after hundreds of years.

It is like a huge monster lurking in the trench, ferocious and fierce.

A Bao remained silent and carefully stepped onto the ancient shipwreck.

After entering the cabin, she could barely see the general outline of the cabin through the mottled light from the wreckage on the roof of the sunken ship.

For a moment, she felt as if she was back on the Dafulou ship.

They are all tower ships of the Daqi Navy, with the same model and structure. Although they are separated by a hundred years, there is not much difference between the sunken ship and the Dafu tower ship.

However, the ground was covered with dark bloodstains.

A hundred years ago, the naval soldiers who traveled with the fleet in search of immortals had their limbs broken and died in a miserable way. They became a pile of white skeletons, clinging to vines on the seabed, covered by dark green moss, and even covered with dense marine barnacles.

A Bao was so frightened by the sight.

She recalled what Yan Haixi had said just now.

In order to obtain Emperor Xianling's Xunxian Tower Ship, the Pei family of Huainan built an identical tower ship and sailed it out to sea, using someone else's trick to deceive Emperor Xianling.

The real building ship was lured into this den of evil by the Pei family.

By the time the general realized the Pei family's conspiracy, it was too late.

A Bao silently watched the tragic deaths of the sailors on the entire ship. Although Yan Haixi only said a few words, the bloody massacre that this ancient ship experienced a hundred years ago still emerged in front of her eyes.

And the more she followed Yan Haixi toward the bottom of the cabin, the more the Leiliu deckboards creaked and swayed under her feet, so much so that she even suspected that if she stepped any heavier, the Leiliu deckboards would be broken by her foot.

Until, standing in front of the door of the lower cabin.

A Bao looked at the piles of bones and bloodstains on the ground with horror.

"Is what the Pei family is planning behind this hatch?"

Although it is a question, the answer is actually already in Po's heart.

Otherwise, these naval soldiers would not have used their flesh and blood to stop the Pei family.

Even a hundred years later, their remains still remain here.

At the same time, Yan Hai looked at the wound on A Bao's left wrist silently, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to open this hatch, you can't chop it with a sword, you can only use this."

Hearing this, Po stared at the pure black ball in the man's hand.

After a long moment, she sneered, "I thought it was lost, but it turns out you picked it up."

The words he picked up were deliberately emphasized, like a needle piercing Yan Haixi's heart.

The man said in a deep voice: "It is the key to open this hatch."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was just like what A Bao saw Lan Mi using in the medicine room of Qiankun Hall.

Yan Haixi used a pure black ball to open the hatch.

With the help of the eternal lamp that suddenly lit up, Abao was surprised to find that the room on the bottom floor of the cabin was actually a bronze tomb.

Unlike the rotten cabin outside, which was covered with dense marine barnacles and red coral shells, the cabin planks of the bronze tomb chamber were still shiny black, and the bronze mechanisms in the tomb chamber were as new as they were back then, as if they had never existed in the past hundred years of sinking to the bottom of the sea abyss.

There was even one person wearing a mask.

Kneeling in front of a stone statue in a pious posture.

The stone statue was a woman wearing colorful clothes and feathers, like a goddess.

But when Po got closer, his heart was moved by the lifelike face of the stone statue.

"She, she is..."

A Bao was so shocked that his voice trembled.

Yan Haixi was very calm and added: "Encourage Queen Jiang."

A Bao approached the stone statue. In the ancestral temple of the Huangji Hall in Qilin Mountain, there were portraits of emperors and empresses of the Xuanyuan clan throughout the dynasties. Empress Qi Jiang, the ancestor grandmother of the Xuanyuan clan, was among them.

She originally thought that the ancestor grandmother died of a serious illness after leaving behind the golden needle technique, but not long ago she learned that the ancestor grandmother faked her death and fled far away to practice medicine. She never thought that the ancient shipwreck was also related to the ancestor grandmother.

A Bao walked to the back of the beautifully carved stone statue, where words were written in a flamboyant style.

It's a line of poetry, the eternal affairs of the mortal world, the eternal journey to the Jade Capital.

The carvings around it turned out to be the strange runes in the bronze coffin.

Po panicked and as he moved away from the statue, he accidentally touched the person who was kneeling devoutly. The mask fell off with a clang, revealing the person's face.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he is 70% similar to Pei Guichen!

In the blink of an eye, the man's lifelike face quickly shrank, and finally only a skeleton wrapped in human skin remained, with his empty eyes staring at her.

Such a hideous and terrifying scene frightened Abao so much that he retreated in panic.

But she bumped into Yan Haixi, who grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"It's okay, he died a long time ago." In a place where the little girl in his arms couldn't see, Yan Haixi's eyes were cold, but his tone was still steady: "You don't need to be afraid of him."

But Po's heart was still beating like a drum.

"Yan Haixi, how much do you know?"

Just then, a baby's cry was suddenly heard.

A Bao ran out of the bottom cabin of the ship and looked up at the top of the abyss through the cabin window. A huge snow-white shadow came with wings flapping, stirring up gusts of wind.

And above the white shadow, A Bao saw the figure in a black robe that she wanted to see the most but also the one she dared not even dream of seeing, a sturdy and cold figure.

It’s my uncle Feng Ran!