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The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang

The discovery of the tenth scroll in the tomb of Qin Shi Huang, which foretells the extinction of humankind, caused a sensation among politicians and archaeologists worldwide. This was followed by a massive tsunami in Japan, a powerful earthquake in the United States, and the mysterious deaths of archaeologists, all pointing to the tenth scroll as a prophecy.

A terrible prophecy, and what follows is...

Lin Xiang, a poor boy, finally graduated from a prestigious high school with the help of many people. Just as his life was settling down, unsettling factors emerged. Li Tianxiang's father, Li Xiaochao, revealed the mystery of Xiang Shaolong from years ago, followed by Lu Xiangxiang's strange encounter.

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang, Volume One: Life's Encounters, Chapter One: A Child's Encounters

The City of Wind.

A sliver of light had already appeared on the horizon at dawn, shimmering among the clouds.

The streets were deserted. While people were still fast asleep, a series of swishing sounds could be heard from the street.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a thin boy standing under the dim blue light, his hands gripping a broom as he swept away the fallen leaves on the ground.

Zooming in, the boy was wearing a yellow short-sleeved vest with the words "Fengcheng is our home, let's all take care of it" clearly printed on it.

Underneath the yellow short-sleeved vest was a white shirt, which, though somewhat worn, remained clean and tidy. Below that was a pair of light blue trousers, and finally, a pair of leather shoes with slightly torn edges.

A gust of wind blew by, and the boy shivered slightly, then continued sweeping the leaves on the ground, walking forward step by step.

The winds in Wind City are much stronger than in other cities, and similarly, Wind City has far more trees than other cities, hence the name Wind City.

In the late autumn of Wind City, frost clung to the ground, penetrating to the bone. The boy looked up at the sky and sighed. His haggard face was blue and purple from the cold. He could only wrap his thin clothes tighter around his waist and continue sweeping forward with his head down.

Before long, the fallen leaves gathered more and more under the broom, and the boy finally stopped, put down the broom, and turned back to push the cart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and the hazy scene made the boy close his eyes. A chill swept over him, and his thin body trembled uncontrollably. When the boy opened his eyes, the leaves that had been piled up were scattered all over the street by the wind. The boy angrily pointed to the sky and roared, "Fuck your sister, damn late autumn!"

Helpless, the boy had no choice but to pick up the broom again and sweep up all the leaves scattered all over the street, load them into the wheelbarrow, and finally finish the job.

The boy sat down beside the cart to rest for a while, then turned around and saw that the street, which he had swept sometime earlier, was now piled high with leaves again.

The boy looked up at the trees covered with withered leaves. It must have been caused by the strong wind earlier. It seemed that there was no way to sweep up all the autumn leaves. Feeling frustrated, he picked up his broom, pushed his wheelbarrow, and continued walking back step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy raised his head and straightened his back; it was already broad daylight.

Looking back at the clean streets, I felt a sense of satisfaction and was about to praise myself when suddenly a burly man in a suit and shiny leather shoes walked past me, casually tossing down an empty glass of milk and an unfinished sandwich without even glancing at me.

The boy watched as the man in the suit threw something that shattered on the ground like a piece of glass. The broken glass pierced his heart, causing waves of pain to spread through him.

The boy rushed forward and stopped the burly man in a suit. The man in the suit was a little surprised to be blocked. The boy pointed to the ground and said, "Sir, please pick up the trash you just threw and put it in the truck bed."

The burly man in the suit glanced back at the things on the ground, understood what the boy meant, lightly brushed his long, shiny hair with his hand, and then grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, saying in a sinister smile, "I won't pick up the trash. If you want a fine, I'll pay you."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of banknotes, and waved them in front of his eyes. It was clear that it was a wad of US dollars. The man in the suit snorted coldly, loosened his grip, and the banknotes scattered all over the ground. Then he walked away nonchalantly without looking back.

The boy was shocked, feeling a surge of anger and shame, and then rushed forward without hesitation...

And so, the boy spent the rest of his days in a juvenile detention center, receiving ideological education and behavioral reform.

On this day, the iron gate opened.

The boy squinted, but the blinding sunlight did not stop him. Cars came and went on the street, rushing past him as if they had no destination.

The boy had given up on the world, watching everything with indifference and coldness. The bus arrived, and the boy took out the change the police officer had given him and put it in the coin box. Then the bus slowly crawled forward like a snail.

Cleaning company.

The boy was very familiar with the building in front of him, because it held so many memories and countless footprints.

Manager's office.

The boy walked straight in as usual. The manager, who was engrossed in his work, seemed not to have expected the boy to come in at this time.

Nevertheless, the manager got up from the blonde woman, reached into a drawer, took out a sheet of A4 paper, and threw it on the table. The manager knew: the boy would come, and he was prepared for it.

The boy looked at the stamp on the white paper, then picked up the paper and walked out the door.

The manager watched the boy's departing figure with a cold smile. A pair of hands, soft as snakes, entwined passionately around the manager's neck. Then the manager continued to bury his head in his unfinished work.

Accounting office.

The boy walked in and placed the white paper on the table. A beautiful woman with a tightly cinched waist took her head out of the computer screen, looked up at the boy in front of her, and then casually opened a drawer, took out a few red suns and threw them on the table. Without even looking at them, she turned her head back to the computer screen.

The boy picked up the red sun on the table, counted it, and walked out of the building without looking back.

The streets were crowded with people. The boy followed the flow of people into a market, took out a red sun banknote and bought a chicken and some fruit. Then he carried these things onto the bus. The crowded bus made the boy feel a little lost. After a long, long time, the bus finally arrived at its final stop.

The boy got off the bus carrying his things and kept walking.

He came to a small alley and kept walking until he stopped in front of a dilapidated house. He reached for his key, paused, took a deep breath to calm his rising and falling chest, swallowed, then smiled, inserted the key, opened the door, and called out, "Mom! I'm home!"

"Xiang'er? Is Xiang'er back?" An elderly woman excitedly hobbled out of the inner room, leaning on her cane. The boy had already put down his things and rushed forward to help the old woman, saying, "Mom, it's Xiang'er! Xiang'er is back!"

The old man excitedly reached out and grabbed the boy's hand, then stroked the boy's face. "It's Xiang'er! It's Xiang'er! My Xiang'er is back!..." Two lines of clear tears fell from the old man's slightly closed eyes.

The boy looked at his mother's white hair and wrinkles and felt a pang of sadness. He cried out, "Mom!" and then burst into tears.

The old man's eyesight was poor, and he relied almost entirely on his ears to find his way. The room was sparsely furnished, with a table with patched legs and a few old stools. The only valuable item was a black-and-white television set on the central cabinet. Above that was a portrait of a middle-aged man, with piles of incense sticks and ash in front of it, indicating that it had been there for many years. Although the room was poor, it was clean and dust-free.

The boy helped the old woman sit down and said softly, "Mom, Xiang'er will never leave you again. I'll stay by your side and keep you company!"

The old woman said happily after hearing this, "Silly child! Over the years, I've come to a realization. Although I'm reluctant to part with you, you're a young person, and young people should strive for their future. The outside world is wonderful. Do you want to end up like your father and mother?"

The boy looked around the room and saw his father's portrait. Everything else was the same as before, but when he thought about the helplessness of the outside world, he smiled and said, "Mom, I've thought about it. I'll find a job nearby so I can come home more often to take care of you."

"Brother Xiang!" A girl appeared at the door carrying a basin of hot water, surprised by the boy's sudden appearance.

"Ying'er, come in quickly!" the old man called out, then said to the boy, "Xiang'er, while you were away from home, it was Ying'er next door who took care of me, which is why I've been able to stay healthy until now. When you become successful in the future, you must repay her properly, understand?"

The boy turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you, Ying-mei, for taking care of my mother all this time. Please come in and sit down!"

The girl seemed a little shy around the boy. She went inside, put the basin down, and sat down next to him, her face flushed. She then listened with her head down as the mother and son reminisced. The usually quiet house gradually felt warmer in this cold autumn night...

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang, Volume One: Life's Encounters, Chapter Two: A Beautiful Woman by My Side

Chapter word count: 2543 Update time: 08-02-29 17:41

It was late at night, but the old woman was still savoring the memory of her son and Ying'er's signature dish, poached chicken. After being coaxed by the two, she gradually went to bed and fell asleep. The boy looked at his mother's peaceful smile as she drifted off to sleep and felt a sense of relief. But when he saw his mother's white hair and the wrinkles between her brows, he felt his heart bleed. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Mom, Xiang'er will definitely make sure you live a good life from now on."

As Yang Yingying watched Lin Xiang tuck the quilt back into place for her aunt, a wave of sadness washed over her. Knowing the tragic circumstances of Lin Xiang's family and the heavy burden he carried, she felt a pang of sorrow as she thought of his frail body and the hardships he endured outside. Turning her head away, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Yingmei, what's wrong?" Lin Xiang had turned around at some point and was stunned by Yang Yingying's reaction. Seeing Yang Yingying's sad tears, he thought he had done something wrong and made Yang Yingying feel wronged. He stepped forward, took Yang Yingying's hand, and said apologetically, "Yingmei, I'm sorry! It's because I came back late that you have to suffer so much."

Yang Yingying was deeply moved. Although she felt sad and shed tears, it wasn't because of her own hardships and grievances, but because Lin Xiang was suffering outside. At this moment, to receive such a caring word from Lin Xiang, Yang Yingying would be content no matter how much she had to give in the future.

Yang Yingying gently pulled Lin Xiang's hand away, then gestured for him not to disturb his mother's rest, suggesting they talk outside. Seeing Yang Yingying's tears turn into a smile, Lin Xiang nodded. Just as he was leaving the room, he glanced back at his mother, a slight smile on his face, and stepped out the door.

On the rooftop, the night breeze was cool, and the crescent moon hung like a hook. Yang Yingying stood beneath the bright moon, her hair fluttering in the gentle breeze—so beautiful! Lin Xiang had been away from home for so many years and had never truly appreciated the girls of the world. In his mind, they were all women with bodies like serpents and faces like fairies, or with hearts like scorpions. But before him, the little girl next door, whom he hadn't seen for many years, had grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman.

Yang Yingying turned around and saw Lin Xiang's stunned expression. She covered her mouth and chuckled, teasingly saying, "Brother Xiang, it's been so many years. Why are you still as silly as you were when we were kids?"

Lin Xiang snapped out of his daze, his face flushed. He cursed himself for thinking about love before he had even achieved anything. Yang Yingying was growing more and more beautiful. How could someone as poor and down-on-his-luck as him be worthy of her? Lin Xiang... Lin Xiang... how could you have such delusions? A thought flashed through Lin Xiang's mind, and he smiled as he stepped forward, saying, "Yingying may not know, but Yingying is getting more and more beautiful."

"Really? Your words are enough." Yang Yingying lowered her head, her face flushed, and murmured to herself, her voice so soft that even she could not hear it.

Standing on the rooftop, Lin Xiang looked at the distant city of Mihong. It was tall and magnificent, yet it inspired awe. After so many years away, he still couldn't carve out his own niche. He felt a sigh of helplessness.

Yang Yingying silently watched Lin Xiang, lost in thought as he gazed at the city before him. She didn't say a word, but she knew that Lin Xiang's life and experiences over the years must have been difficult. His melancholy eyes, his weathered face, and his pensive expression gave her the answer.

If she could, she really wanted to help Lin Xiang. Her heart kept screaming with this thought. Although her own family was relatively wealthy, they didn't seem to care much about the Lin family next door. Yet, from childhood to adulthood, she only knew Lin Xiang's pure and innocent love. Yang Yingying and Lin Xiang were childhood sweethearts, but their families had vastly different levels of literary cultivation and family life.

Lin Xiang's father, Lin Hai, was a notorious drunkard in the neighborhood many years ago. He was idle and only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun with his friends, showing no regard for his family. However, Lin Xiang's mother was a kind and gentle woman who worked hard every day, but the money she earned was not enough for her husband's drinking. What was even more tragic was that when her husband came home drunk, he would verbally abuse and beat his wife in a drunken rage. Years of this happened, but his wife still stayed by his side, hoping that one day he would turn over a new leaf and become a better person.

However, as the saying goes, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature." The wife's beautiful wishes were shattered. Just as her husband was once again drunkenly beating her, Xiang Ge was about to be born. When the neighbors heard the pitiful cries and pleas for help, they rushed into the room and saw the woman lying on the floor covered in blood. They rushed over in anger. Thus, the woman was in the gynecological delivery operating room, while the husband was in the emergency room. All night long, the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning raged, and the sky finally began to clear.

"Wah...wah...wah..." The cries of a newborn baby echoed from the delivery operating room. A crowd gathered outside, their eyes red with worry as they anxiously inquired about the woman's condition upon seeing the doctor emerge. Everyone rejoiced upon learning that the woman was out of danger and had successfully given birth to a baby boy. However, doctors from the emergency room rushed over, searching for the injured woman's family. When asked, the doctor said, "We did our best, but due to a severe head injury, the patient died at 7:10 AM despite our efforts."

When everyone heard the news, they were all stunned. The woman learned of her husband's death a week after giving birth to her son. She was so exhausted that she fell into a coma for a long time. The neighbors spontaneously organized to take turns looking after the unfortunate mother and son at the hospital. However, what no one knew was that the people who had been silently paying for the medical expenses for the mother and son were Yingmei's parents, Yang Hao and Zhou Qian.

And so, when Lin Xiang was old enough to understand, he asked how his father had died. His mother, with tears in her eyes, recounted the events of that year. It turned out that when some of the people took the woman to the hospital, her husband obstructed them. Enraged, they rushed forward and beat him. But just as they were leaving the room, the husband, holding a bottle, stood up, lost his balance, and fell, hitting the back of his head on the sharp corner of a table. He lay there motionless. Seeing this, the others rushed him to the hospital, but sadly…

Lin Xiang listened silently, unable to accept the reality. This imperfect childhood, this deep-seated rift, was etched into his heart. His mother, frail and weak, toiled tirelessly outside, earning a meager living to support her son's education. That year, Lin Xiang was fourteen. Watching his mother's hardships increase year by year, her hair turn grayer, and her wrinkles deepen, Lin Xiang's heart bled. His mother shouldn't be like this. A mother his age should be a happy, radiant, and beautiful woman, but his mother…

Lin Xiang cried alone at night more than once, knowing that all of this was because his mother had worked so hard for her child's future. On this day, Lin Xiang finally decided to give up his studies and enter the workforce earlier to earn more money and give his mother a better living environment and a happy life to make up for his mother's selfless dedication over the years.

And so, Lin Xiang secretly left a letter, because he knew that if he said goodbye to his mother in person, no matter what he said, his mother would not let him give up his studies and venture into this dangerous world alone. Lin Xiang also knew that the scene of parting would make him unable to bear leaving his already fragile home. Therefore, he decided that in the next few years, he must work hard to earn money and then go home to live a stable and comfortable life with his mother.

Lin Xiang got into the car and looked back at the receding city, praying silently in his heart: "Mom! Please forgive your unfilial son, you must wait for me to come back, Mom! Please take good care of yourself, Mom! I'm leaving, you must wait for me..."

The Tomb of Qin Shi Huang, Volume One: Life's Encounters, Chapter Three: A Tale of Desolation Amidst a Thousand Mountains of Tombs

Chapter word count: 2600 Update time: 08-02-29 17:41

When Lin Xiang left Wind City, he collapsed into the car, carrying his dreams with him. Although he was already asleep, he began to plan his future in his dream.

Ironically, Lin Xiang, a minor, entered society. As one can imagine, as a minor, he was not eligible for any job. He applied for jobs, but the bosses didn't even glance at him and disqualified him from the interviews. At that moment, Lin Xiang finally realized that the outside world was not as good as he had imagined. So Lin Xiang began to hide his real age and finally got taken in by an old carpenter.

The environment he experienced gradually taught Lin Xiang that in this economic development zone, without excellent skills, one must have exceptional opportunities. So Lin Xiang decided to stay and learn a trade. Although apprentices didn't receive much pay, at least they could have three meals a day. Besides, he didn't have much money left, so he should save some for the future and wait for opportunities.

And so, Lin Xiang spent his days learning from his master, and his nights gazing at the moon in longing. More than a year passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Lin Xiang did nothing but planing. He didn't know how many pieces of wood he had planed, or how many blisters he had worn on his hands. Lin Xiang didn't mind at all. As long as he could learn something and earn money in the future, these hardships were nothing compared to his mother's toil.

What happened unexpectedly happened. That day, Lin Xiang left his post and found another worker looking at a piece of paper with a drawing on it, thinking about a problem. Lin Xiang went over to take a look. When the worker saw Lin Xiang squatting next to him looking at the drawing, he quickly put the drawing away and left in a hurry, leaving Lin Xiang looking astonished.

That night, the boss called a meeting with all the craftsmen. When Lin Xiang stepped into the small meeting room, everyone turned around. Seeing his master's dejected look, Lin Xiang didn't know what had happened. Just as he was about to speak, the boss stood up and ordered, "Lin Xiang, you're fired for stealing my skills."

The meeting ended just like that, and the lonely crowd gradually dispersed without any sympathy.

The next morning, when Lin Xiang was kicked out of the workshop and a bundle was thrown at him, he finally understood. He looked up at the sky, smiled coldly, picked up the bundle, and never looked back. Suddenly, someone blocked his way. Lin Xiang called out in surprise, "Master!" He saw his master take out three red sun bills from his pocket and hand them to Lin Xiang, saying that they were hard-earned money for helping his master with his work over the past year.

Lin Xiang smiled. For the past year or so, his master had been taking care of him. Without his master, he might not have been able to live the life of a carpenter for the past year or so, and he wouldn't be able to survive now. In the past year or so, Lin Xiang had learned to see through this society and this environment. The economic development zone was full of wolves. There was only intrigue, treachery, despicableness, and shamelessness. Lin Xiang wanted to curse them all with almost every word he could think of.

Lin Xiang left without looking back, leaving only the words, "Master, take good care of yourself." The usually taciturn master stood there, still holding the three red sun bills, lost in thought, while Lin Xiang's figure receded into the distance, gradually becoming blurry…

In the days that followed, Lin Xiang searched for work all over the city, but no carpenter was willing to take him in. Even those who knew he had been working for over a year refused to hire him. Lin Xiang was depressed and had no job, but life had to go on. So he started doing odd jobs. As his boss said, "You're underage, so you'll be washing dishes in the kitchen." Lin Xiang wandered around for several years, experiencing the same cold treatment in several cities. Feeling deeply that the world was unfair, he returned to Wind City and started working for a cleaning company.

Even more unexpectedly, what happened next was what had just occurred. Lin Xiang had finally come of age, but he never imagined that he would spend his eighteenth birthday in a juvenile detention center. Behind bars, the harshness of life spoke volumes of his desolation. Lin Xiang wept silently. Four years had passed, and his precious youth had yielded nothing but hardship. How could he face this? The vows he had made to his mother with such confidence were now shattered. "Mom! Your son is unfilial..." Lin Xiang cried, cried bitterly. His eighteenth birthday, a time of hardship, heavily weighed on his heart, leaving it heavy with sorrow.

"Brother Xiang..." Seeing Lin Xiang lost in thought, he suddenly couldn't help but shed tears, which made Yang Yingying worry.

A night breeze blew by, and Yang Yingying shivered and couldn't help but sneeze, pulling Lin Xiang back to reality. Lin Xiang gently wiped away his tears, then stepped forward and hugged Yang Yingying tightly, asking affectionately, "Yingying, are you cold?"

Yang Yingying was so frightened by Lin Xiang's bold actions that her whole body went limp. It was the first time since she was seventeen that she had been so close to a boy, and what's more... Yang Yingying felt her heart racing, her face flushed. She had longed for the embrace of her beloved, and this was exactly what she needed. She had asked herself this question countless times in her heart, wanting to resist, but her body was limp and powerless, leaning against Lin Xiang's chest. She could only close her eyes tightly and feel this sudden warmth.

Lin Xiang picked up Yang Yingying and carried her through the door. Then came the sound of her descending the stairs. Yang Yingying's heart pounded with the sound, and her blush spread to her ears. She was already buried in Lin Xiang's chest.

Lin Xiang suddenly stopped, reached out and gently stroked Yang Yingying's soft hair, and said affectionately, "Yingmei, it's late, you should go home and rest. You have school tomorrow."

Yang Yingying opened her blushing eyes and saw that Lin Xiang had already carried her to the door. She quickly said, "See you tomorrow!" and turned to open the door. With a "bang," the door was locked. Yang Yingying leaned against the back of the door, breathing heavily, and kept rubbing her heaving chest. Her face was flushed, and her eyes looked as if she had done something wrong, nervous and flustered.

Lin Xiang, who was left outside the door in shock, felt that Yang Yingying was acting strangely for some reason. He sighed and returned home. Before going to bed, he went into the inner room to check on his mother. Everything was fine. Only then did Lin Xiang lie back on the bed, cover himself with a thin quilt, think about some things, close his eyes, and gradually fall asleep.

It was already bright outside. Lin Xiang yawned, stretched, and gazed at the sunlight streaming in through the window. He smiled slightly. It was another bright and sunny morning. It was time to go out and find a job. Although he longed to stay in bed, the thought of life and work made it seem like the pace of life could never stop.

"Mom..." Lin Xiang called softly. The old woman was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Lin Xiang quickly stepped forward and said, "Mom, you sleep a little longer. I'll take care of these things from now on."