April 5, 2022, 11:30 midnight.

Qingming Festival.

A national car is galloping on Jiuqu Mountain and the winding mountain road.

The code meter shows that the vehicle speed is 120.

This mountain is the highest altitude peak in Binhai City. The mountain road is winding and twists and turns. What is even more thrilling is that there is a nine-long hairpin bend on the way down the mountain.

It has caused countless coastal car gods to fail and sink into the sand. Every year, they have to contribute several classic cases to the traffic police uncle.

The windows in the cab of Wuling God Car are open.

Huang He's eyes were red, and he let the strong wind blow his hair. The passenger seat had his and his wife's divorce certificate in the passenger seat.

Qingming Festival, divorce.

Oh, it's really ironic!

Huang He stepped on the accelerator, and Wuling's light, who had been carrying heavy weights, roared and rushed out of the nine-stop crane bends with people and cars.

"Is this how flying?"

......

Huang He opened his eyes again, but found that he was in a strange environment.

The Wuling God Car is crowded with people, but these people have their own characteristics.

Pale face and skinny skin!

The shape is pinned and the bones stand up!

Each skinny skinny.

It looks like an African friend who has applied soybean paste.

"immortal?"

"monster?"

Huang He shook his head and jumped out of the car under the gaze of a group of "hungry people".

Those "hungry people" were curiously looking inside by the car window, but when they saw the car door suddenly opened, they were so scared that they turned around and ran away!

Only then did Huang He realize that these "hungry people" were wearing clothes similar to those of Terracotta Warriors.

Straw sandals, short clothes, men tied their hair buns, wrapped in black or brown rags, the disadvantage is that they have no women.

"This horse-stepped to meet a poor man!"

Huang He muttered.

Huang He remembered very clearly that he drove the Wuling magic car and rushed out from the hillside of Jiuqu Mountain. There was absolutely no reason to survive.

Unexpectedly, my Huang He factory went bankrupt, my wife divorced, and when she arrived in the underworld, she actually had an encounter with a group of poor people.

Could it be that I, Huang He, will be destined to be a poor man for the rest of my life?

"Hey, what are you running away? Everyone is poor, can't they live in peace?"

Huang He was stunned when he looked at the hungry people running around.

No!

How could there be a sun in this underworld?

A bright sun hangs in the sky, and a white cloud floats alone, like a piece of scales falling off the sun.

There are also flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects, and the blue sky, an old tiles flap his wings soaring!

Am I not dead?

Huang He pulled a hungry man who had not had time to run and fell to the ground, "Where is this place?"

"Xianyang, Mount Li."

As a pure Rabbit family, Huang He certainly knew that Xianyang and Mount Li were the hometowns of Qin Shihuang, and the tombs where Qin Shihuang was buried was located.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "I've traveled through time, right?"

The hungry man who was grabbed by Huang He said with horror: "Grand Immortal! Don't eat me, I haven't pulled out my father for three days."

"What's the difference between you eating me and Chi Xiang?"

Well--

Looking at the young man in front of him who was as thin as a bamboo pole, Huang He swallowed with difficulty.

"Who is the emperor now?"

The thin man kept kowtowing and said, "Grand Immortal, spare my life."

Huang He found it difficult to communicate with them normally, and said viciously: "Speak quickly, otherwise I will refine you into a mummy with a fireball!"

The thin man's pants were so scared and he said in panic: "It's King Ying Zheng of Qin."

Ying Zheng?

Qin Shihuang!

"Uh, I'm so god, I didn't expect that the only time I was racing in my life, I caught up with the footsteps of the First Emperor."

As a literary youth who has been immersed in online novels for many years, he has been looking forward to this matter for a long time.

Huang He quickly accepted the fact that he traveled to the Qin Shihuang era.

After some talks, Huang He figured out the time he traveled through time.

210 BC.

It was this year that this emperor, the first emperor who had been famous in history, ushered in the end of his life.

The Qin Empire he founded will also perish in three years.

This group of "hungry people" was the workers who summoned Qin Shihuang to build his own tomb.

The construction of Mount Li and Afang Palace uses 700,000 workers every year, which can be said to be a national effort, which will cost the people and cause money.

The second generation of Qin State died, and there was a large part of the reason for the construction of the imperial tomb of Mount Li.

After getting the information he needed, Huang He took out a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it.

The spicy cigarette made Huang He a little sober.

"Good life for the immortal, go ahead and go ahead!"

Huang He's lighter just now, flames appeared, and these hungry people, no, were laborers, actually bowed together.

Their eyes were filled with fear.

It turns out that he is the best immortal, rubbing the fireball with his hands!

The sky of the Qin Dynasty was as blue as clear as the sun shone brightly.

Apart from 700,000 workers on Mount Li, there are only endless forests and mounds of soil.

"Maybe the Supreme Immortal blame us for being so despised by the Supreme Immortal?"

"How come we are just laborers, and there are no three animals, and flowers and fruits are worshipped to the immortals."

An old man in his fifties and sixties was full of panic, afraid that Huang He would refine him with a fireball technique.

Huang He shook the lighter in his hand, looked at the workers again, and immediately realized that they thought they were angry and wanted to blame them.

Hundreds of ragged workers all knelt on the ground, waiting for their own despair.

These people are old and young, with grey beards and hair. They are not eighty or seventy-seven.

The small one is not as tall as the Wuling God Car, and I don’t know if it is maldeveloped or is born short.

Huang He understood that these people regarded themselves as gods!

But after thinking about it, Huang He could understand it.

A white iron monster appeared out of thin air. The person who came out of it could ignite the fire with a little rub.

If I were from the Qin Dynasty, I would definitely think that such a person is a god.

In modern society, Huang He, who lived as a Luther, traveled to the Qin Dynasty and actually received admiration from so many people, his heart couldn't help but feel a little fluttering.

The factory went bankrupt, the partner ran away with money, and his wife divorced and left the house with nothing.

He has always been the only one who bows his head and bows to others.

"It seems that traveling to the Qin Dynasty is not a bad thing."

Just as Huang Heyang was proud, a hungry man suddenly fainted on the ground.

"Dog Zuozi! What's wrong with you? Wake up, Dog Zuozi!"

The hungry people around him surrounded him and an old man said, "He was so hungry that he fainted. If he had a bowl of millet porridge now, he might have saved his life."

Millet porridge?
To be continued...