Chapter 61 The Secret of the Imperial Mausoleum

In the center of the Ming Tombs, a Japanese man in a gray kimono stood in front of a mausoleum and observed it carefully. His eyes stayed on a stone tablet for a long time, but to no result.

"Thirteen stone tablets, why is there not a word on this stone tablet?" The man in kimono suddenly asked himself that there was silence around him, and no one could answer him.

Suddenly, a sword appeared in his hand.

Tibetan swordsmanship.

The essence of Japanese ninjutsu, it is said that ninjutsu is endless. It comes from the fact that its founder got a scripture book. The various methods recorded in the book can live and multiply. It is true that some ninjutsu have gone beyond people's understanding, such as this Tibetan swordsmanship.

A sword hit the wordless stone tablet, with a sonorous and powerful sound. A long white mark was left on the stone tablet, and there was no deep mark as the gray man expected. The hardness of the stone tablet can be seen from this.

The wordless stone tablet still did not show any vision. The gray man shook his head and sighed, doubting whether the rumor was true. It took me a while to come here, but I didn't find anything wrong. The only difference is that there are thirteen huge stone tablets here, and twelve have inscriptions on them, but this stone tablet does not have a word.

After he observed for an hour, he still did not find any suspicion. He couldn't help sighing that he might be suspicious. The shrine sent him to China to find out. The key point was not the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors.

"What?" The gray man's ears suddenly moved slightly, and a small silver needle shot down the place he perceived.

The whole silver needle pierced the heart of the tree 20 meters away.

"It seems that I have worried too much."

The man in the gray kimono found that there was no trace. The sword in his hand disappeared and slowly left here.

The steel needle was nailed into the back of the tree, and there was a vigorous figure. The handsome face raised a range. The gray man who left obviously did not expect that there was still a person hidden behind the tree, which originated from his trust in himself, which made him ignore this factor.

The young man hiding behind the tree was sure that the gray man had gone far away before he walked and appeared. It was Ye Hetu who had just arrived. Walking to the front of the wordless stone tablet, looking at the white sword mark left by the gray man on it just now, an idea came to my mind.

A flying knife and the electric stone firelight cut into the middle of the stone tablet along the sword mark. The flying knife bounced back out, and the two-meter-high stone tablet shook, as tough as before. The traces of the sword and the flying knife miraculously disappeared.

"There is a problem." Ye Hetu saw this scene and nodded.

This stone tablet is definitely not simple.

Unexpected and reasonable.

Ye Hetu left this imperial mausoleum and resolutely walked to the other imperial mausoleums.

What secrets have been buried in the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors, which has been calm for many years, which makes so many outsiders yearn for China regardless of their lives. What is ridiculous is that the local sect in China knows nothing about it, and no sect has made any movement.

Many precious cultural relics of Dunhuang Taoist Tower were stolen by many foreigners through various means. In the process, they were not blocked at all. The Louvre now displays many Chinese cultural relics mentioned in Chinese textbooks.

"I still haven't found it." A blonde young man scolded and was very dissatisfied with the cautious attitude of several middle-aged people behind him.

"Young master, shall we look for it in another place?" A middle-aged man asked tentatively. This time when I came to China, I was told by the patriarch to protect the young master. If something goes wrong, the price will be their lives.

Where is the key? We have searched all the places, and I don't believe it has been obtained by others. The blonde young man calmed down and said calmly.

"Osi, is there something wrong with the news?" The blonde young man asked one of the people behind him.

Seeing the young master's inquiry, the middle-aged man named Oxi thought for a moment and said solemnly, "There is absolutely no problem with the news. The person we buried has been found and killed by the other side, so all the information before killing is reliable."

"For so long, something must have happened to Angus who was outside. Did you hear those two explosions just now?" The blonde young man smiled and said that Angus wanted to cooperate with him, provided that he had the capital to survive, otherwise, he would be too lazy to do useless work.

Several middle-aged people were silent, and no one could ignore the noise outside. One of them couldn't help saying to the blonde young man cautiously, "Young master, the patriarch once told me not to provoke some people at will in China. I think it's better for us to be careful."

When the young man heard this sentence, he smiled contemptuously and said, "It's great that a group of sick people in East Asia can let me take action, let me provoke? Will the people of the ship king's family be afraid of this group of sick men in East Asia?

What they say is all fluent in Chinese.

"The family of the ship king? Although I don't know what it is, it sounds awesome.

A young man came in front of his sight, with a small grass in his mouth in his mouth, casually walking here, like a little ruffian on the streets of Beijing. He looks very serious and behaves in a unique way, which is suitable for causing psychological contrast and visual conflicts.

No one present expected the sudden appearance of the young man, as if he had existed here a long time ago. Several middle-aged people looked a little ugly. None of them had a premonition of the young man's symptoms.

"Who are you?" The blonde young man's face was not good, and his poisonous eyes looked at Ye Hetu, and there was a glimmer of murder in his heart.

"Don't kill me with such eyes, I'm afraid." Ye Hetu, who spits out the straw and looks frightened, looks funny.

"Who are you?" The blonde young man asked again that there was a stronger murder in his eyes. People who dared to eavesdrop on them would be killed no matter how much it cost.

Ye Hetu put away the mask of the performance, showed a master posture, carried his hands on his back, but said a non-nonsical word.

"I'm a sick man from East Asia."

The blonde young man read, "The sick man of East Asia?"

In an instant, he was teased by Ye Hetu once, and his face was like frost.

"The Chinese language is good. If you go to primary school, you will definitely be the first in the class." Ye Hetu nodded and praised, just like an unscrupulous primary school teacher.

"Well, Chinese." Ye Hetu answered the question.

The blonde young man felt that this Chinese was a little different from the Chinese he had in his impression, but he couldn't say where it was, but he still couldn't stop his determination to kill Ye Hetu.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Ye Hetu saw the expression of the blonde young man and understood a little in his heart that this level is still a little tender for him. A boy from the boat king family dares to come to China to shit, which is not enough.

"You are very smart." The blonde man restrained his murderousness and smiled implicitly, bringing the nobility of the Western aristocracy.

And this kind of nobility is what Ye Hetu usually hates the most.

"What's your name?" Ye Hetu suddenly asked the blonde young man.

"William."

A man is about to die, and his words are also good. The blonde young man has never thought of hiding anything, not to mention that he belongs to the most prestigious golden family in the West, the ship king family. It's not a shame to say your name.

"William's family? I know a little."

Ye Hetu was surprised that the young man in front of him was a direct member of the ship king, but he still could not escape the final fate he arranged.

Because this is China, he is Ye Hetu.

The master once said to him: Those who dare to disturb the rest of China should be killed.

"Do you know?" The blonde young man didn't expect that the hateful Chinese in front of him knew their family.

"I know that I don't have time to play with you now. I will inform your parents in the future." Ye Hetu said a word, and the person who came to stand in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The blonde young man was stunned. He didn't see clearly how Ye Hetu disappeared at all.

I walked quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud.

"Why didn't he see it?" The blonde young man asked in a low voice.

Several people behind him were shocked. One of them walked to the blonde young man and said carefully, "His speed is so fast that we can't see clearly at all."

"Too fast?" The blonde young man took out a gold-rimmed handkerchief and wiped his face.

He suddenly felt that it was a little hot today.