Qin Feng, a top geological soldier, woke up and became the "black house" of the Qin Dynasty.
Outside Xianyang City, the young man's blood was drained and he was sacrificed by the mountain god; deep inside the palace, the bronze sword revealed the curse of national subjugation.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were helpless and had no choice but to capture me, a "savage", to top the tank.
I silently took out the geological hammer, magnifying glass and compass:
"Leader, feudal superstition is unacceptable. Let the professionals do it——"
"This so-called Mountain God Altar is a radioactive mineral deposit; this cursed blood pattern is microbial metallurgy."
When I replaced the divination tortoise shell with a scientific report, I thought I could make a mess and go home safely looking for ores.
But as I dug, I was dumbfounded.
The direction of the underground mineral veins is completely different from the historical records?
And that emperor of the ages looked at me with a smile but not a smile:
"My dear, is it mine you are digging, or my country?"
