Archeology comes true: Go crazy, and say that the game was compiled

Professor Wang cautiously walked to the gate, pointed at the front and suddenly bowed respectfully, muttering to himself.

"We have no intention of disturbing your peaceful sleep. We just want to represent Daxia to explore the truth of history."

"Let the thousand-year history of the Great Xia Kingdom not be buried in the sand."

"If you offend... please don't blame Shi Huang!"

Although the act of forcibly breaking into the imperial mausoleum is not a good thing, but this is the burial place of the first emperor after all, and Professor Wang feels that it is necessary to respect it.

Finished.

Chen Pingan and the bodyguards worked together to open the door.

"Squeaky-"

The door creaked, then slammed open.

A strong medicinal smell rushed over.

Inside the gate is a tomb, but the overall structure is like an ancient courtyard.

In front is an empty yard, and behind it is a building with a simple and beautiful structure.

Smelling the scent of medicine, Chen Pingan walked into the courtyard first.

Others followed.

As soon as he approached, he could feel a faint coercion pervading the entire courtyard.

It's as if the clouds in the sky are pressing down, and there is a sense of dullness.

However, this kind of influence is not big, and everyone can accept it.

But only one person is different.

The moment Smith walked into the courtyard, he suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes widened and his whole body trembling.

If you take a closer look, you can see that his eyes are bloodshot, the hairs all over his body stand on end, and his skin even begins to turn slightly red.

He lay on the ground breathing heavily.

But no matter how I breathe, I only feel that the oxygen in my body is being lost rapidly, and the feeling of suffocation in my heart is lingering.

"what's going on?!"

"I feel...my body...like a mountain is pressing down on me!"

Smith shouted in horror and looked at Chen Pingan in horror.

The others noticed this situation and all looked over.

"What's going on here?"

Professor Zhang was puzzled:

"Could it be that this thing is also a descendant of Qin Shihuang?"

Everyone looked at the blond Smith and fell into deep thought.

Chen Pingan was also speechless immediately.

What kind of brain circuit are you all doing?

You guys can tell such nonsense?

If Qin Shihuang knew what his descendants looked like, he would probably crawl out of his grave angrily.

"Of course he is not a descendant of Qin Shihuang."

Chen Ping explained with a smile on his face:

"The reason why this is happening now is because he is...a foreigner!"

"This is the tomb of Qin Shihuang, Qin Shihuang is the first emperor of our Great Xia!"

"He doesn't like foreigners!"

Hearing this, everyone was happy.

"Good guy, the relationship is because of this!"

"Qin Shihuang was able to guess that foreigners would enter his tomb in later generations. Therefore, a special mechanism for foreigners was designed in the tomb."

"Good guy, I'm just a good guy, as expected of me, Great Xia Qin Shihuang!"

"When Smith and the others entered the tomb, they never thought of this."

"It has to be Qin Shihuang, and it has to be his plaything!"

"Our Great Xia ancestors are different!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion on the barrage.

This Qin Shihuang's agency specifically targeting foreigners was really unexpected.

Smith, who was lying on the ground not far away, was also stunned when he heard Chen Pingan's explanation.

It turns out that the reason why I am so uncomfortable now is because of this?

Just because I'm a foreigner?

"help me……"

Professor Smith raised his hand weakly.

He really regrets coming to this mausoleum now.

Even if they didn't encounter monsters or Chen Pingan, some members of their foreign archaeological team came here.

Encountering such an institution, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out in an instant.

It's too insidious!The emperor of Great Xia is really insidious!

You can imagine such a weird mechanism!

Being treated differently like this made Smith want to cry.

……

Chapter 151 The Stele of the First Emperor, Smith was terrified

"Wear this, it will be better."

Smith was feeling a heavy burden on his body, and was crushed to death, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

A pair of hands stretched out in front of him, holding a gas mask in his hand.

"Chen... Ping... An?"

Smith raised his head, disbelief appeared on his weak face.

Chen Ping unexpectedly sent a gas mask?

Shouldn't he hate me?

"Take it!"

Chen Pingan said indifferently, looking at Smith who was paralyzed on the ground expressionlessly.

The reason why he gave Smith the gas mask was mainly because he was afraid that Smith would crawl outside the door and cause trouble if he did not die.

There are many organs in Qinshihuang's Mausoleum. If Smith stays outside alone, he will touch the organs if he is not careful, triggering various chain reactions, and the impact may affect the entire imperial tomb.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you..."

Professor Smith stretched out his palm with difficulty, took the gas mask, and put it on his face carefully.

The weird fragrance was blocked by the gas mask, and Smith felt his depressed nerves relax for a moment.

The sense of oppression disappeared without a trace.

but……

Although his breathing recovered, the palpitations still existed, as if a pair of ghost hands were holding his heart tightly, making his hair stand on end.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen Ping'an, thank you...thank you!"

Smith suddenly thanked Chen Pingan sincerely.

Only when we really face death can we truly know the horror and horror of death.

Just now, Smith was standing in front of the gate of death, and Chen Pingan pulled him back with one hand, feeling a torrent of gratitude and admiration in his heart.

"You don't need to thank me, I just don't want your blood to dirty the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

Chen Pingan's voice was cold, and his eyes were equally indifferent.

But Professor Smith didn't feel cold at all, only fortunate.

Anyway, save a life, right?

Thank you Mausoleum of the First Emperor!

Thank you for my humble life, which makes people feel unlucky!

Professor Smith, who used to be aloof, is now completely surrendered at Chen Ping's feet.

In the past, archaeology was always dominated by foreign countries, but now this big man in the foreign archaeological field has become the admirer of Daxia archaeology.

……

Professor Smith stood up from the ground again and put on the gas mask. It was not as embarrassing as before, but the palpitations in his heart still remained.

The team moved forward slowly.

At this time, they were in a spacious compound, surrounded by darkness and darkness. There was a house directly in front of it. There were two red lanterns hanging in front of the house, and a faint red fire light flickered inside the lanterns.

"This place looks a little weird!"

"It doesn't look like a decent place!"

"Nonsense, this is an ancient tomb. Can the ancient tomb not be evil?"

"But didn't it say on the gate just now that this is an alchemy room? Shouldn't this be a place like an alchemy room?"