Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Rewind two and a half minutes.

Just as everyone was puzzled by the appearance of a Western dragon in the mural, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey! Look! These look like Qin Shi Huang's terracotta warriors!"

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw a terracotta warrior standing in the middle of the terracotta army, wearing a crown and a dragon robe. He looked majestic and had an extraordinary bearing, and was undoubtedly modeled after the Qin Emperor.

This terracotta warrior of the Qin Emperor holds an emperor's sword in one hand and a bowl in the other, with the sword's blade pointing directly at the bottom of the bowl.

"What kind of pose is this? Why is it holding a bowl?"

Some people have raised questions.

They could understand that Qin Shi Huang was holding a sword, but it was rather strange that he was also holding a bowl.

Could this bowl be something special?

At this moment, everyone was drawn to the unique shapes and movements of the Qin Emperor's Terracotta Warriors, examining them closely.

"Oh, I see. I guess this is to show the scene of the Qin Emperor and his generals drinking celebratory wine after winning a battle."

Mu Yang once again adopted his knowledgeable demeanor and spoke leisurely.

However, before he could finish speaking, Han Jinlong couldn't help but sneer:

"You're really something else, drinking celebratory wine. Why is it that only the Qin Emperor is holding a bowl, while the other terracotta warriors aren't?"

Mu Yang was immediately rendered speechless, and glanced at Han Jinlong with a somewhat gloomy look in his eyes.

This bastard has mocked him time and time again; it seems necessary to teach him a lesson later.

At that moment, options appeared before Qin Yu's eyes.

Option 1: Cut your finger with Qin Shi Huang's sword and drip your blood into a bowl. Reward: A large amount of spiritual energy.

Option 2: Destroy the Qin Emperor's Tomb with a bomb. Reward: Advance your cultivation level by one major stage, directly from a five-star Martial Master to a five-star Grand Martial Master.

Option 3: Urine on the bowl held by the Qin Emperor, without spilling a drop. Reward: Smoke rises from the ancestral graves.

Seeing the options that suddenly appeared before him, Qin Yu was slightly taken aback and instinctively wanted to choose option two.

After all, this reward could directly elevate his cultivation level by a whole major stage.

So he secretly leaned close to Lin Qingxue's ear and whispered:

"Xiaoxue, what do you think would be the maximum sentence if I blew up the Qin Emperor's tomb with a bomb?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingxue's pupils widened instantly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, you actually want to blow up the Qin Emperor's tomb?!

This is a national-level protected cultural relic!

"Don't worry, you won't be sentenced for what you did," Lin Qingxue said with a sneer.

"Huh? Not even a day to make a judgment?" Qin Yu laughed upon hearing this: "So the Qin Emperor's Tomb is so low-profile, huh? Then I'm relieved."

As he spoke, Qin Yu prepared to take out a few bombs from his spatial ring, but Lin Qingxue's next words froze his hand on the spot.

"That means being executed by firing squad, plus confiscation of all assets."

"Haha, then let's forget about it."

Qin Yu decisively abandoned this extremely dangerous idea.

The idea of ​​advancing a significant level in one's cultivation is very tempting, but one must at least be alive to enjoy it.

Therefore, Qin Yu decided to choose one.

He placed his little finger on the blade of the Qin Emperor's terracotta warrior's sword and gently made a cut. A drop of blood dripped from the wound on his little finger into the bowl.

Everyone looked puzzled at his actions, and Lin Qingxue asked:

"Qin Yu, what are you doing?"

"It feels like his action is to ask people to recognize him by blood. He happens to be the Qin Emperor, and I also have the surname Qin. Maybe he is my ancestor."

Qin Yu made up a reason on the spot.

However, upon hearing this, Mu Yang couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"Junior Brother Qin Yu is really adorably naive. The Qin Emperor's surname was Ying, not Qin, so it has nothing to do with you."

"Why not give it a try? Just in case."

"Hahaha, if you're a descendant of the Qin Emperor, then I..."

Before Mu Yang could finish speaking, the bowl held by the Qin Emperor's terracotta warriors suddenly emitted a faint light.