The train bound for Qinling is still listed on the official missing list. The 312 passengers, including me, never appeared in any surveillance records after passing through that tunnel.
When we woke up, we were suspended above an underground palace of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum that surpassed any historical record. The mercury flows backward under the feet, the eyes of the terracotta warriors and horses will rotate, and the blood patterns on the walls will cause those who touch it to spontaneously burn into ashes. This is not an archaeological discovery, this is a living sifting that has lasted for thousands of years.
When my blood dripped on the totem on the stone wall of the underground palace, I heard the second heartbeat coming from the coffin. A voice whispered in my mind: "Ying bloodline, you are finally here."
On the way to escape, what we fell into was not the exit, but the wild world recorded in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas". The priestess of the Miao tribe told me that the people Qin Shihuang came into contact with in his later years were not gods at all. The metal debris suspended in the underground palace and the living terracotta warriors and horses all point to the truth: the earth under our feet is just an experimental site for a certain advanced civilization.
But now, something unexpected happened in the experiment. I am not a sacrifice, I am the "key" they have been waiting for two thousand years. The things in the coffin have opened my eyes.
