The security personnel, for safety reasons, followed to take a look and protect Professor Lin.
Zhou Lin, the historian, and the biologist observed the tomb chamber and the patterns on the walls.
These patterns were deliberately carved and were very neat.
The Taoist priest initially paid no attention, but then as he reached out to touch them, he noticed that these patterns were talismans.
And very terrifying talismans at that.
This type of talisman was a restrictive charm.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Lin, have you seen this talisman before?"
The Taoist priest looked at the talisman in front of him, staring at Zhou Lin in horror, mainly because he wasn't entirely sure.
Zhou Lin glanced at it briefly, recalling books he had read in his previous life.
There did seem to be such a record, which stated that Qin Shi Huang's tomb contained a chamber where the talismans on the walls were used to nurture corpses.
However, the record only briefly mentioned how this corpse nurturing worked, and he didn't know the specifics.
"This talisman is used for nurturing corpses; it's a restrictive charm, you should recognize it."
Zhou Lin said calmly.
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest's gaze turned to the things on the wall in horror.
The historian, biologist, gymnastics champion, and Olympic champion felt a chill of fear upon hearing this news, but they quickly relaxed, thinking that Zhou Lin had already resolved the issue.
Therefore, they were completely at ease, as the zombie was already dead, and there was nothing to fear.
In the live broadcast room.
"Damn, this is chilling to think about. This tomb also has a function for nurturing corpses? Would anyone inside turn into a zombie?"
"It's hard to say. Seeing this makes me feel a tickle inside. I just feel like... could I also be in there? Maybe I would turn into a zombie too."
"Let me put it this way, you might turn into a zombie, but one without consciousness. You wouldn't reach the level of a flying zombie because you lack the essence of the sun and moon. This is what my master said. We are Taoist priests, so you can trust us."
"Damn, you're really dismissing everyone. In an instant, I feel like I've lost my goal."
...
Inside the tomb.
"Elder Tang, we're back. I just noticed that there's still a lot of soil on the coffin. Although there are signs of it being wiped, the soil on the patterns of the coffin is identical to the soil on the ground."
Professor Lin said with a grave expression.
They had a suspicion in their hearts.
That this general was moved here later to guard the tomb for the Ancestral Dragon.
"More than ten years ago, a general's tomb was discovered, but no remains were found inside. Could this be it?"
Elder Tang spoke after a while, a guess forming in his mind.
If this were true, it would be too much to move the dead to guard the tomb. Wouldn't that be excessive?
"But the owner of this tomb remains a mystery to this day."
Professor Lin still felt a headache thinking about that general's tomb.
He had participated in it back then, but he still hadn't had the chance to research who this general was.
"Elder Tang, it's not difficult to find out. Look here."
Zhou Lin's voice suddenly appeared. He pointed to the ground, the spot where the coffin was placed.
Everyone looked eagerly, only to see nothing on the ground.
"Mr. Zhou Lin, what are you asking us to look at?"
The historian asked him confusedly, even tapping the ground with his foot.
"This part underneath is hollow."
After Zhou Lin finished speaking, he squatted down and gently tapped it with his hand. The sound from inside was indeed hollow, a stark contrast to the sound of solid ground.
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they eagerly looked at the ground.
In the live broadcast room.
"Oh my god, the master is so observant. He noticed this situation."
"I'm starting to get excited. Will something emerge?"
"Could this guy's identity be exposed now?"
"Exactly, it's hard to say."
In the dean's conference room.
The dean, professors, and experts were all watching this scene, feeling quite nervous.
What if it was true, as that netizen had said?
They would be able to know this guy's identity.
The conference room was filled with a tense atmosphere as everyone watched the big screen.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin pried up the floor tile, revealing a space underneath. There was also a bamboo slip inside.
Zhou Lin picked it up and handed the bamboo slip to Elder Tang.
Elder Tang eagerly opened it and saw familiar handwriting appear.
The more he read, the more horrified his face became.
This general was the White Tiger General, kind and benevolent, who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield. Although his achievements were not as great as General Meng Tian's, he was deeply loved by the common people.
However, he eventually met a tragic end in the Qin palace. It was said to be related to the burning of books and burying of scholars, but this had not been verified. The news from the palace was that he was beaten severely for protecting the Confucian scholars, suffering multiple fractures, and was finally stabbed to death by the Ancestral Dragon.
His death was one thing, but for some unknown reason, the White Tiger General was exhumed and placed here, and all records of the White Tiger General were erased so that future generations would not know of his existence.
The artisans who repaired the tomb could not bear to see this, so they recorded these events, at least so that the world would know that this general was a very important one.
Elder Tang read carefully, but there was no other crucial information. He only knew that this general was a great general of the Qin Dynasty, and nothing more.
It was as good as saying nothing.
"This general was a good general, but... wait a minute, how did this general become a flying zombie?"
Professor Lin sighed regretfully, then suddenly remembered something.
It took hundreds of years for someone to become a flying zombie, but how could this general be like this?
"Mr. Zhou Lin, how did this general become a flying zombie? It clearly took hundreds of years before. How is the timing wrong like this?"
"Professor, the White Tiger General didn't need hundreds of years. He carried his own resentment, and just over a decade was equivalent to hundreds of years for others, so the calculation is correct."
Zhou Lin truly felt some pity for the White Tiger General. He couldn't go back, and he had his tiger bones broken.
It was truly tragic.
And now, it was even more tragic, as he couldn't even rest in peace after death.
The entire tomb fell silent.
They felt pity for the White Tiger General.
In the live broadcast room.
"Damn, why do I feel like this general is so pitiful?"
"It's not just you. I feel the same way. He was clearly a good general, and now he's ended up like this. It's truly tragic."