Although that's what's being said.

But modern society is governed by law.

Wei Yuan certainly wouldn't dress in black, carry a sword, and wear a Qin crossbow with six steel arrows like he used to.

Sneaking into the city under the cover of night.

While other forces were mobilized to contain the city guards, he would execute the decapitation plan.

What era is this?

Be civilized.

Use modern methods.

Science, do you understand science?

Wei Yuan used his mobile phone to search for information about the target.

Then he silently took out copper coins and performed a Bagua calculation, confirming that this operation would not be discovered. Only then did he sit on the bed and enter a light sleep, wearing the feather of a Guanguan bird around his waist. With its power to dispel confusion, it was most suitable for use in dreams.

In the past, interrogations required various cruel methods, and even then, some people would refuse to speak or deliberately leak false information, leading to errors in judgment. However, people in dreams have almost no defenses, which means that it is easy to extract information in dreams.

Wei Yuan stepped out of his own dream and appeared in the Quanshi of dreams.

In Jue's dream, Mount Kunlun was still faintly visible, and the water ghost was drinking cola even in his dreams.

When Wei Yuan passed the Hu Ming Bookstore, he saw the dream of the little Taoist priest, Ah Xuan.

He was sleeping soundly, but he was meditating in his dream.

His body was naturally curled up like an infant, his breathing soft. His breathing in the dream, rising and falling with his breathing in reality, was exactly the same, without the slightest difference. This was a sign of extremely high Dao attainment, where the soul and body were in harmony with heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze.

He conjured three copper coins in his hand and used them to calculate the researcher's location by name.

Then he moved quickly in the dream.

Using spells without any hesitation.

He quickly arrived at the home of Dong Yuefeng's student, a researcher named Ye Yucheng, and easily entered the latter's dream. It was the home of a single man, neat and tidy, with not a speck of dust. Ye Yucheng was still conducting research in his dream, unaware of Wei Yuan's presence.

Because it was in a dream, Wei Yuan sat down at Ye Yucheng's desk as if he knew him well.

He flipped through the research on ancient artifacts and history.

Ye Yucheng looked up blankly and asked, "Who are you?"

Black Ice Terrace, fellow villager, open up, water meter inspection.

Wei Yuan slandered in his heart, lowered his eyes, and said, "Who I am is not important."

"But I heard that you are researching imperial tombs, researching the tomb of the First Emperor?"

Because it was in a dream, Ye Yucheng did not have his original vigilance, and answered smoothly:

"Yes."

His tone was even a little excited:

"The tomb of the Qin Shi Huang, that is the first emperor of China."

"Just the terracotta army of the burial pit that was excavated can overwhelm the so-called pharaoh pyramids, but this is just an ordinary terracotta army, just a normal formation. You don't know, we have found more than 400 burial pits, and this is only a small part."

"No one knows how many burial figurines the First Emperor's burial pit has."

"And there is also an armory buried in these burial pits."

"Although the armor buried inside is made of stone, each piece of armor has been polished."

"We have calculated that if it is all done by hand, it will take a craftsman 400 to 600 days to complete a set of armor. However, there are as many as 87 sets of such equipment in the k9801 burial pit, and these armors are obviously stronger than the armor on the terracotta army. Do you know what this means?"

Ye Yucheng emphasized:

"This means that the burial pits of the First Emperor's Mausoleum have a hierarchical system."

"The outer ones are regular formations."

"The ones inside are the standard armor of the middle-level generals."

"And this is only the part outside the inner hall, the burial pit."

"Then, where are Meng Tian? Where are Wang Jian? Where are Li Xin? Where are the terracotta figurines of these famous Qin generals?"

His voice paused, and he said, "Also, are the First Emperor's personal guards also guarding the outside of the inner hall? What is the standard armor of the Zhiji Zhonglang General whose name is not recorded in history? Is it still like it was during his lifetime, guarding the peace of the First Emperor day and night for thousands of years?"

Wei Yuan suddenly fell silent and said softly:

"He...failed to do so."

"What?"

Ye Yucheng in the dream looked blankly at Wei Yuan who interrupted him and said:

"That's impossible."

"How could Zhiji Zhonglang General abandon the First Emperor?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

Ye Yucheng's thoughts obviously did not react as quickly as when he was awake. After a pause, he said to himself: "In this way, the culture and history of our China can blind the eyes of those Westerners and let them know that their so-called world wonders are not worth mentioning."

"Historical relics, our China is in a class of its own, and the rest are the so-called miracles of the West."

"The so-called Seven Wonders are at most on the same level as the burial pit of the First Emperor."

Looking at the fanatical Ye Yucheng in front of him.

Wei Yuan asked: "In that case, why do you want to excavate the imperial tomb?"

Ye Yucheng took it for granted and said: "The First Emperor is already dead."

"It's too wasteful to bury those things underground. Buried underground, they are no different from those stones. Only by excavating them can the world know the brilliance of the Qin era."

Wei Yuan looked at this enthusiastic researcher and said nothing more.

Sitting on the chair, leaning back slightly, he said:

"Then, do you know who is in charge of this project?"

"And the personnel involved in this research."

"Of course, I know."

Wei Yuan conjured a list in the dream and said, "Then, write down their names."

A look of hesitation appeared on Ye Yucheng's face and said:

"We agreed at the time that we would not spread it."

Wei Yuan softened his tone and said gently: "This is not spreading it."

"Look, no one will know."

"I won't tell anyone else."

Wei Yuan silently added in his heart, but I will pay them a visit.

Under the effect of the spell, Ye Yucheng's persistence was quickly disintegrated. A pen appeared in his hand, and he quickly wrote the names one by one on the paper. Because this was in his dream, the appearances of those researchers also emerged when he wrote the names and were remembered by Wei Yuan.

"Well then, sweet dreams."

Wei Yuan got up, nodded slightly, and withdrew from Ye Yucheng's dream.

He did not embarrass this person, nor did he reveal the identity of the Black Ice Terrace.

The core purpose was to find out the cause and motivation of this matter, not other things. Wei Yuan looked at the list in his hand, and by divination, he searched for them one by one. According to the method just now, he entered their dreams and tried to figure out their motives and purposes.

He got the result.

The motivations of these people were different. A considerable part of the reasons involved fame and fortune, using the experience of developing the imperial tomb to enrich their qualifications. However, these same people also had the goal of finding ancient books, letting the brilliance of ancient Chinese culture conquer the world, and solving many current confusions about the pre-Qin period.

The cultivators who participated in this operation also wanted to find Lao Zhuang's manuscripts.

They hoped to use this to improve the classics and develop new techniques in the era of spiritual energy recovery.

Perhaps the people behind them did not have such pure purposes, but these front-line personnel were very pure, and their reasons were justified and sufficient. They had ways to protect cultural relics from oxidation, so naturally they wanted to develop them and make those precious cultures and treasures public. In their opinion, it was a waste to leave these brilliant treasures underground.

Finally, Wei Yuan stood in front of an old man's house, looking at the old-fashioned street lights painted with green paint, the mottled walls of the old building, and the traces left by the ivy. It was completely different from the surrounding high-rise buildings in the dream, and he stood alone in the dream, and he suddenly had a feeling that things had changed.

For him, the First Emperor was the king who conquered the six kingdoms, the emperor who shared his great aspirations with him, conferred gods, and laughed and drank with his ministers. He was also a living person with a temper who would want to crusade against Mount Xiang because of his anger, and would directly abandon his crown and robes because he disliked them for being too heavy and hot.

But in the eyes of these researchers.

The First Emperor was just a symbol that had passed away, and it could even be said that this symbol had never been alive.

First Emperor, Ying surname Zhao family, Zheng, unified writing, unified vehicle tracks, unified writing, weights and measures.

This is his life.

When there are greater and more lofty goals, developing the tomb of the First Emperor is also a natural thing. This is scientific research, opening the 'box' that the ancestors left to future generations. But for Wei Yuan, this is to dig up the tomb of someone he was once very familiar with, who had lived, who had joys, sorrows, and happiness, and to disturb his sleep.

The emperor who swallowed the universe is really gone.

This kind of understanding is very subtle.

It's like when people live to a certain age, their parents and friends slowly leave.

But sometimes the inertia of life pushes you forward, making you unable to realize their departure.

Only occasionally, you will remember.

Then there will be a feeling of loss, with a slight stinging sensation.

Some memories are beautiful.

But some memories are like a palm gently brushing over a sharp blade, leaving a pain that will not dissipate for a long time. And with the passage of time, such stinging pain will increase, so many people are more unwilling to be alone as they get older. Only a noisy and busy life can dilute the pain in their memories.

When the pain brought by those memories becomes dull, it is when they grow old.

At that time, regret will only remain as nostalgia.

But, Wei Yuan.

You will always return to your youth, forever vivid, and forever painful.

Time is equally cruel and heavy to everyone, whether they live forever or die.

Wei Yuan shook his head and threw away the sudden feeling. No matter what the reason, he wanted to stop this from happening. This is the Municipal Museum. As a large museum that is one of the best in the entire Jiangnan Road, there are many precious ancient artifacts here. The old curator inside is a very famous historian in Jiangnan.

He is especially knowledgeable about ancient artifacts from the Qin and Han Dynasties.

A certain Black Ice Terrace guard rubbed his hands, skillfully climbed over the wall, entered the door, and then entered the old man's dream.

The old professor's reasons were very similar to Dong Yuefeng's. Old scholars who had studied history for a lifetime could hardly resist the temptation of the First Emperor's Mausoleum. And from this old professor, Wei Yuan also learned that the entire project had begun a month ago, and all the steps were being prepared in an orderly manner.

Unless he went to make a big fuss, it would be difficult to stop this from happening.

But not to mention that he himself was unwilling, just the possibility of this matter would cause Taoist Zhang to have a heart attack, right?

Wei Yuan pondered for a while, decided to ask the Old Celestial Master to see if Zhang Ruosu could use his identity as a Celestial Master to suspend this matter. If it really didn't work, he could only agree to Dong Yuefeng's invitation, mix into the team, and then activate the mechanism to close the entire outer palace of the mausoleum, making it impossible to enter the interior. Zhang Han, who supervised the construction of the imperial tomb in the later period, occasionally talked to Yuan about these things.

He at least knew the key to the external mechanism.

Wei Yuan was about to leave.

His gaze swept casually across the old professor's dream, and then his movements paused slightly.

This is the accumulation of the old man's past memories, most of which are Qin and Han antiquities that he studied. Wei Yuan saw a pendant with half a jade thumb ring on it. The thumb ring was somewhat rough, but extremely familiar.

This is…

Wei Yuan was slightly lost.

The former Ruishi squatted down and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile.

He handed over the pendant in his hand and said softly:

'This is the most important thing to me now.'

'I'll give it to you now. My name is Yuan, and I'll make an agreement with you. One day, when you are in danger, as long as I am still alive, no matter how far apart we are, I will definitely rush over to save you. This is the Qin Agreement, and it will never be violated.'

The pendant from back then?

ps: Today's first update………3,600 words~

Thanks for the reward from Chen Zhou, thank you~