After hearing what the second uncle said, I was a little surprised, "Uncle II, did anyone have discovered this place before our Zhuo family?"

Uncle Er nodded and continued, "Yes, it's not surprising to find that the people here are."

"Who is it?" I blurted out.

The second uncle told me, "It is the order that Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan, who was flooding Wujia City."

"Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan?" I am relatively unfamiliar with this name, and I know very little about this Northern Qi emperor.

The second uncle said: "Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan has been handsome and handsome since childhood. This man has a good face. He knew to be polite at the beginning, but later he favored villains and lustful courts. Northern Qi has declined from his prosperity. Another thing is that this man is cruel and easy to kill!"

I nodded, "I can see this. A Wujia City is buried as soon as it says, and the people in a city are killed as it says, and it is simply a waste of human life."

The second uncle continued: "When Emperor Wucheng of Northern Qi was twenty-eight years old, a strange phenomenon appeared in heaven. The Grand Historian said that this was the intention of destroying the old and establishing the new. He asked Emperor Wucheng to follow the will of heaven to establish a new king, otherwise once the new king was born on his own, it would threaten the throne. Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan then let his son succeed to Gao Wei, and he himself became the Supreme Emperor and still monopolize the military and political power."

Listening to my second uncle's story, I asked, "This is a matter within the Northern Qi royal family, what does it have to do with the dungeon."

"Don't be anxious, listen to me," Uncle II signaled me to be calm and restless: "Gao Zhan's indulgence indulgence in his desire to drink and despair, his body had been hollowed out, and soon he felt that his physical condition was getting worse and worse. Emperor Wucheng could feel that his time was too long, so he remembered the resurrection of the dead in Wujia City at that time. Gao Zhan and the Grand Historian discussed this matter secretly. The Grand Historian felt that if the buried Wujia City was changed to an imperial tomb, then Emperor Wucheng might resurrect with his mysterious power. Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan was very happy, so he mobilized his troops to start digging Wujia City again and rebuilding the tomb."

After hearing this, I finally understood, no wonder there were signs of large-scale excavation and construction in the dungeon. I continued, "But the project of the dungeon has not seemed to be completed?"

The second uncle nodded and said, "Yes, yes, it may be that Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan has done too much inequality, and God will not help him. With the help of the imperial tomb of the dungeon, Gao Zhan died. Although Gao Zhan was dead, this strange Wujia City was not completely forgotten. The Grand Historian also knew the mystery of Wujia City. Therefore, after Gao Zhan's death, the Grand Historian continued to explore the situation of Wujia City."

I nodded and said, "But, Second Uncle, how did our Zhuo family know about Wujia City?"

The second uncle said to me: "Speaking of this Taishiguan and the Faqiu Sect, there is some connection between the Taishiguan and the Faqiu Sect, so the memoir he wrote in his later years recorded this incident. This memoir was obtained by the Faqiu Sect after the Taishiguan's death. After that, the memoir was gone, and the whereabouts of the memoir had long disappeared. However, the matter was recorded and continued by the Faqiu Sect, until one day it fell into the hands of our Zhuo family. Finally, more than a hundred years ago, the Zhuo family settled here for the Wujia City, which had been buried for thousands of years. But I believe that the Zhuo family discovered this place more than a hundred years, and I'm afraid it was much earlier."

I thought for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Since this buried Wujia City has such a strange magical effect, why didn't our Zhuo family use this to revive our ancestors?" Speaking of this, my mind came to my mind again. When we were in the dungeon some time ago, the countless arms that stretched out from the gap in the city gate couldn't help but feel cold in my heart.

Hearing my question, Uncle Er's expression suddenly became a little serious, "Although the Grand Historian also knew that there was a mysterious power that could make people resurrect, he did not bury himself here. Do you know the reason for this?"

I shook my head blankly, and the second uncle said in a deep voice: "Because he found that those who have recovered from the dead here are not humans! Or they are all incomplete people."

Uncle Er's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to me, and his body involuntarily shuddered. I asked softly, "What does this mean?"

Uncle Er shook his head, "I don't know, this is one of the reasons why the Zhuo family stayed here."

I don't understand, "Since the consequences of strange power cannot truly achieve the purpose of resurrection, what's the point of staying here for our Zhuo family? Why not just bury it here again?"

The second uncle waved his hand, "You don't understand the strangeness of this power. Do you still remember the mural we saw at the ruins of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which recorded the strange changes in the army of the Chiyou Jiuli tribe."

Because I was so impressed, I pondered for a moment, and the scene at that time appeared before my eyes again. I felt aroused in my heart and said to my second uncle: "Uncle II, what do you mean is that when the Jiuli tribe fought against the Yanhuang tribe coalition, I used this mysterious power?"

Uncle Er thought for a while and said, "It is very likely that although the Jiuli tribe ultimately failed, this mysterious power cannot be underestimated."

Combined with the scene depicted on the mural and my mind made up for the scene at that time, I couldn't help but feel a tremendous shock in my heart and I couldn't help but murmur, "What kind of power is this?"

The second uncle also frowned slightly and said, "Is it a time travel?"

"Time travel?" I smiled bitterly, "It's not so bloody, isn't this a meme used only in third-rate TV series!"

Uncle Er lowered his head and said nothing. After a while, he raised his head and waved his hand and said, "No, I think the more accurate statement should be called copying?"

"Copy? How to copy?" I asked the second uncle. The second uncle didn't say anything, but just spread his hands helplessly.

I suddenly heard that Uncle Er told so many secrets, but I didn't react for a while. Uncle Er and I sat opposite him, not knowing what to say, but my mind was full of the information that Uncle Er just told me.

After a while, the second uncle stood up, "It's not too late, so staying here is not a big deal. Let's go."

When I heard Uncle Er say this, I stood up absent-mindedly, nodded and walked out after Uncle Er. But when I walked to the gate, I suddenly stopped. I remembered that there was still a question in my heart, and said to Uncle Er: "Uncle Er, I still have another problem?"

"What?" Uncle Second stopped, turned to look at me and said.

I looked at my second uncle, "I want to know what happened to the six coffins placed in front of the dungeon tower?"

The second uncle was slightly stunned, "I don't know much about this matter. The six-mouthed coffin was placed there a long time ago."

I didn't know if my second uncle was perfunctory again, so I continued to ask, "Then tell me who are buried in the five coffins?"

The second uncle shrugged, "I have never opened it to see it except for the empty coffin. However, I heard from your grandfather that the ancestors of the Zhuo family were buried there."

"The ancestors of the Zhuo family?" I was a little unbelievable about this statement. "How could it be the ancestors of the Zhuo family? Could it be that the Zhuo family has such a long family history, only these ancestors?!"

Uncle Er smiled, "Do you think that place can be hidden if you want to hide it?"

I couldn't help but be stunned, "What? Are there any restrictions required to be buried there?"

"Of course," Uncle Er looked at me and said, "For example, I am not qualified to be buried in it. As for you..."

I smiled and said, "Uncle Second, don't make fun of me. You are not qualified, and I have no chance."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Er shook his head with a weird expression, "No, according to the rules passed down by the ancestors of the Zhuo family, you can be buried in it."

"Ah?" I suddenly grew up, "Uncle II, are you kidding me? How could I do that?" Looking at Uncle II's expression, I knew he was not joking.

I couldn't help but frowned, "Why is this?" Uncle Er pointed at me instead of speaking, and then pointed at his ear.

I thought for a while and couldn't help but be stunned, "Is it because of that so-called natural inspiration?" Uncle Er nodded gently.

I couldn't help but think of the gloomy environment of the dungeon, so I quickly said, "Uncle Second, I don't want to be buried in such a strange place after I die!"

The second uncle smiled bitterly, "Now that there is collapse, you can't even bury it, even if you want to bury it, but even if it doesn't collapse, the empty sixth coffin will not be buried in anyone."

"Why is this?"

The second uncle said to me in a deep voice: "Because your grandfather told me before he died that he must not let all six coffins be put into the corpse!"
Chapter completed!