"Wait a minute, Father Nine Gates seems to have spoken.”
"What do you mean? What do you mean by cutting off people's income?”
"D * mn, could it be that my biological father wanted to trick us just now?”
"Haha, what a pity. I suddenly feel sorry for my own father from the Nine Gates. He must have wanted us to spend money just now.”
"I really didn't expect that this coffin would contain the God of Killing, Bai Qi.”
"That's not right. If I remember correctly, Bai Qi should have died at the hands of Qin Zhaoxiang King. How did he end up in Qin Shihuang's tomb?”
Countless doubts appeared again.
As for Bai Qi, anyone with a bit of historical knowledge would know him.
Even if one didn't know his entire life, one would know that he was a god of slaughter.
He had even killed 300,000 captives of the Zhao army.
Just this number alone was enough to make people remember him for a lifetime.
However, it shouldn't have appeared in Qin Shihuang's mausoleum.
Although Wang Di was furious, he did not lose his mind.
After confirming the identity of the person in the coffin, there was one more thing he wanted to know.
According to historical records, Baiqi's death was a conspiracy between Qin Zhaoxiang King and Fan Ju.
Later, he was ordered to die in the military camp and committed suicide with his sword.
The later generations commented that Baiqi's achievements were higher than his master's to explain all of this.
Right now, Wang Di wanted to see if Bai Qi would really die under his sword.
"Zhang, I want to see the body!"
As the bullet comments slid past, Zhang Qilin hurriedly stood up.
When he found out that the person in the coffin was the God of Killing, Baiqi…
To be able to obtain the title of Killing God, he was also the leader of the Hundred Generals of the War Country.
He was worthy of their respect.
The camera turned to the corpse.
The netizens fell silent.
Baiqi had served the country all his life, but he ended up like this. It was really a pity.
Lonely and speechless, Wang Di looked at the neck of the corpse.
An inconspicuous crack appeared, and there were dense golden threads wrapped around it.
Nodding his head lightly, Wang Di narrowed his eyes and pondered.
Qingyan sighed,"Only the God of Killing Baiqi can receive such treatment."”
During the Qin Dynasty, sewing corpses with golden threads was the highest treatment for corpses.
As the saying goes, a dead body has an intact corpse.
Even if there was a little wound, it would be a great blasphemy to humans.
It was also for this reason that the so-called corpse sewing craftsmen appeared.
Since there were occupations, there would definitely be a class contraction.
When murderers were beheaded, the most common way to sew corpses was to use hemp.
When it came to nobles, it was more common to use cotton, and some precious metals would be added to it.
The most common type was copper.
As for the golden thread, it was a treatment that only emperors could enjoy.
For Bai Qi to be able to sew up his corpse with golden threads, even if it was just a little bit, it was enough to show how much importance Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng placed on him.
After explaining, Wang Di looked at the mask on Bai Qi's face.
As the mask entered his eyes, he frowned slightly.
"Tsk tsk, I almost made a mistake."”
Wang Di examined the corpse carefully. Zhang Qilin, who had been holding the live broadcast equipment, was also observing carefully.
Even though a thousand years had passed, the corpse was still well preserved.
Other than the fact that his entire body had turned white because he had been soaked for too long.
Other than that, there was nothing wrong with it.
Even his hair was perfectly preserved.
It was as if it had just grown out.
"There's nothing precious. Let's go.”
At this moment, Wang Fugui was really bored.
He was just a layman, and he was prepared to make a small fortune after opening the coffin.
But now, it seemed that he was really disappointed.
As a general, it was really enough for him to be so poor.
How much could a broken sword and a black iron mask be worth?
He was simply useless!
Seeing that they were getting more and more interested in studying their bodies, he frowned.
"What's the point of studying a broken corpse?”
"Even the funerary objects are a pile of scrap metal.”
"To borrow my father's words, he's really small!”
Wang Fugui's words instantly angered everyone.
Although he was only a corpse in front of everyone, he was still the corpse of the God of Killing, Bai Qi.
As the God of War, how could he tolerate such defilement?
Wang Di was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped up and down.
As a man in the world, who didn't have the dream of becoming a general?
On the city wall, a million soldiers were waving their hands.
Mountains and rivers shattered, protecting an area, becoming an eternal glory.
How could such a person be tainted by trash like him? He was simply courting death.
"That damned fatty, I've long disliked you. Zhang, beat him up.”
"You don't have to kill him. Just beat him half to death.”
" A broken corpse? A broken piece of metal?"
"Do you even know what's good for you? Whether or not he recognized them, they were all f * cking treasures!”
"Whether it's the mask or the longsword, there's a saying on each of them. If you don't know, it means that you're ignorant.”
"With your wretched appearance, you'll only return empty-handed after entering the treasure mountain.”
Wang Di's bullet comments instantly occupied the public screen of the live broadcast room.
When the other netizens saw this, they also cursed.
Putting everything else aside, since the father of the Nine Gates Clan had spoken, they just had to follow.
Wang Fugui didn't mind that the comments were all scolding him.
But when he saw Wang Di's bullet screen, his eyes lit up.
"Which two pieces of junk are treasures?"
After confirming this, he turned around and walked towards the coffin.
He stuck his head into the coffin and reached his hand over the corpse's face.
Everyone was studying the corpse and no one was looking at him.
When the mask silently left Bai Qi's face…
pfff ~
The candle that had been burning in the southeast corner quietly extinguished.
"Look, look, the candle went out!”
"Was it blown out by the wind? They didn't do anything.”
"Wait, look at that damn fatty. He seems to have touched the things in the coffin!”
"If it's really because of the things in the coffin, then wouldn't it really become a ghost blowing out the light?”
A cold atmosphere spread throughout the entire live broadcast room at this moment.
They seemed to see a ghost in the corner blowing out a candle.
Let it extinguish.
Zhang Qilin, who had been paying attention to the candle, was instantly alerted at this moment.
A feeling of fear spread throughout his body.
He quickly turned around and looked at the mask in Wang Fugui's hand.
His eyes were filled with a fierce light, and he wanted nothing more than to slash him to death.
He wanted to give himself some peace and quiet.
"I... I... I didn't do anything. Why are you looking at me like that?”
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