An old voice slowly rang beside Wang Miao.

This is Mr. Ge, the first old man in the base and the transition period of the catastrophe.

The catastrophe has been transitioning for thirty years, and their talents at that time have been exposed to these history.

Since then, everyone has forgotten the worlds hidden under the dust of history.

“No failure?”

Wang Miao frowned slightly, and he ordered everyone to go down and sort out the weapons and vehicles, while he led Mr. Ge to the side.

To Wang Miao, history is like a fog. At this time, the "Immortal Qin" seemed to be the pearl hidden in it, dazzling, making him unable to help but ask:

"Can Mr. Ge talk about this dynasty?"

Old Ge, who is nearly 70 years old, has a head full of silver hair. He is one of the last people in the old era and the last afterglow of human civilization in this world.

He saw the arrival of the catastrophe with his own eyes and witnessed the end of the catastrophe. Human civilization was completely lonely under the catastrophe and fell into the suffering of the end of the world.

Mr. Ge originally thought that no one would take over this inheritance in his hands, and he no longer wanted to continue the inheritance.

People in this world have already felt very difficult to live, so don’t add the important task of inheritance to them.

But I didn't expect that I would hear such a name as Wang Miao went on a mission today.

Whether it is the Immortal Qin or the Pre-Qin, this means that people still remember this forgotten history.

Old Ge turned his head to look at Wang Miao when he heard the sound. The long wind blew through his silver hair, as if it was blowing inexplicable vicissitudes.

"There are many dynasties in human history, but the Qin Dynasty has always been extremely legendary."

"This is due to one person, Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng."

Old Ge tightened his clothes tightly. He raised his head and looked at the scorching sun, as if he had seen the years he had experienced and the inheritance he had learned.

"There are countless people in human history, but here, our ancestors have the saying of "Qin Emperor and Han Wu".

"Qin Emperor and Han Wu?"

Wang Miao listened to the legend lost in history and murmured the name.

It was like something ancient was awakened from the bloodline.

Mr. Ge took his eyes back from the scorching sun in the distance. He lowered his head and looked at the lines on his palms. He remembered that when he was memorizing the book when he was a child, his teacher was still knocking on his hand with bamboo.

"Qin Shihuang was the first emperor in Jiuzhou. He ended the chaos of times and established a country that existed only for him. In this empire, only his will."

"An empire exists only for one person's will?"

Wang Miao is not a person who has not experienced it. Anyone in this end of the world can write a book, with twists and turns, bitterness, bitterness and spicy tastes, and mixed flavors.

He knew how terrible it was for a person's will to be the base.

Not to mention an empire, the voices of millions of people only have one will.

Mr. Ge nodded and sighed:

"Yes, there are tens of millions of people in the entire empire, but there is only one will, that is the will of Qin Shihuang."

"I remember there was a poem written by a very famous person. I forgot his name, but I still remember this poem."

"The King of Qin swept the sixth wings, and the tiger looked at him. He swung his sword to beat the clouds, and the princes came to the west.

The Ming Dynasty passed from the Heavenly Revelation, and the general guided the talents. The soldiers were withdrawn and the gold was forged, and Hangu opened eastward.

The inscription on Kuaiji Ridge and the view of Langya Terrace. The prisoners of 700,000 were raised on the shore of Mount Li.

I still collect ill-dead medicine, and my confusion makes me sad. The crossbow shoots sea fish, and the whale grows tall and tall.

The forehead nose is like the five mountains, the waves are emitting clouds and thunder. The erina covers the blue sky, how can you see Penglai?

Xu took Qin's daughter, when will the boat return? But he saw the golden coffin buried in the golden coffin."

"What's the meaning?"

Wang Miao frowned.

Since the catastrophe, ancient words have begun to be lost, and no one can remember these poems.

Old Ge sighed softly when he heard the sound.

Whenever this is the case, he will sigh at the disappearance of a civilization.

"The meaning of the poem is ~~"

"When Qin Shihuang was alive, he fought east and west, north and south, and no one could resist the empire under his will, and he looked down upon him."

"But there is one thing that he cannot conquer, that is death."

"Who in the world can escape the gaze of death?"

Wang Miao sighed softly when he heard the sound.

When Mr. Ge shook his head and said:

"But Qin Shihuang was unwilling to accept it. He claimed that he had made more achievements than everyone else. How could he be willing to die like this? He was unwilling to die like this, so he wanted to fight with heaven and fight for immortality."

"Then what?"

Wang Miao asked anxiously.

Everyone will ask this question involuntarily when they hear the story.

"Then?"

"Qin Shihuang chose to search for immortality. He wanted to practice immortal medicine and stay in the world forever."

"It's a pity that he failed in the end."

"To be precise, it was the historical record that he failed."

"After he was a failure, the empire that seemed to have been born for him and existed for his will alone from beginning to end also collapsed in an instant, as if it had fulfilled his mission."

"There are countless legends left only in history."

Mr. Ge held his old hands tightly, as if he was holding something. He looked at Wang Miao quietly and said:

"But when I heard the name 'Xian Qin' again today, I suddenly felt that he was not dead and succeeded?"

"After all, he has done something that many people can't do in their entire lives."

Ge Lao's eyes seemed to show a strange look.

Wang Miao frowned and said:

"What do you mean is that this Qin Shihuang has lived to this day?"

"How long ago was he a character?"

Mr. Ge smiled and said:

"Not much, more than two thousand years."

Wang Miao shook his head and said:

"This is so legendary, I can't accept it very much. What I can accept more is that they may be descendants of those people."

Mr. Ge shook his head and said:

"A descendant of two thousand years can be so long without inheritance."

"Your statement is not reliable than the old man!"

After saying that, the elderly man stretched out his muscles and bones. Even if his hands and feet are flexible and sick, there is no life to live at his age.

"Of course, the old man just said it, and you just listen."

"After all, stories are stories, and no one has ever seen them in history."

"Old man said this, you should consider it!"

Mr. Ge patted Wang Miao on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the vehicles.

After walking a few steps, the old man paused again:

"However, Wang Miao, the person from the 'Xian Qin', do you think he looks like an ordinary person?"

The strangeness of the immortal Qin people echoed in Wang Miao's mind.

The sword light that was as ink as the abyss.

That light spot like a star.

There were also people who appeared out of thin air and the iron pillars that penetrated into the high buildings in all directions.

"But what are they coming back for?"

Old Ge smiled, and he climbed into the passenger seat of an off-road vehicle with his back to Wang Miao and said softly:

"What would Qin Shihuang come back for?"
Chapter completed!