Chapter 10: The Design of Qin Terracotta Warriors

  The police car and ambulance arrived at the scene of the accident soon, using a crane to lift off the 10-ton steel plate. No one worried about the safety of the person under the steel plate, which was so heavy that it was naturally crushed to death.

  "My goodness, what's going on!" The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of surprise.

  No blood-soaked human pancake appeared as people had imagined.

  On the muddy ground shaken off by the steel plate, only a pair of feet were seen, a pair of white and tender feet facing the sky, with the soles of shoes shattered by the thick steel plate hanging on them.

  The people who came to rescue were stunned, and it was a long time before they came to their senses. They thought that the accident victim might still be alive, so they dug very hard with shovels. After an unknown amount of time, they finally dug out Yi Tianxing from the soft grass in Beigong Village.

  Everyone can't imagine such a heavy steel plate, how it coincidentally nailed the person into the grass like a nail, but seeing this, one has no choice but to believe in such an unbelievable fact.

  Yitian Xing, who was dug out of the grass, was unconscious, his clothes were tattered and covered in fresh wet mud, but he himself was intact, still maintaining a "superman" pose with one hand pointing towards the sky.

  The doctors suppressed their intense curiosity and carefully lifted Yitian Xing, who was still tense all over his body despite being unconscious, onto the ambulance. With each step, a lot of dirt fell off his body.

  It's like carrying a Terracotta Warrior.

  The ambulance drove towards the hospital with a wailing sound.

  ……

  ……

  "It won't go in!" a little nurse trembled with her voice.

  "Don't panic, take it easy, if you're always so flustered, how will you perform on stage?"

  Lying on the stretcher with a face full of mud, Yi Tianxing finally couldn't pretend anymore. He opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's not this little girl's fault, I really can't get in."

  A burst of panicked screams suddenly came from the car.

  Yitian Xing pulled out the oxygen tube from his nose, patted the mud off his body and smiled: "Trouble stopping the car, I still have some things to do."

  Inside the car was an oppressive silence, then a faint sound of the little nurse's terrified sobbing gradually emerged.

  Yi Tianxing said with a bad tone: "I'm not a monster, I just have a big fate, what's there to be afraid of? Do you think you've seen a ghost?" Even he himself didn't believe this excuse.

  The doctor's voice also started shaking as he saw Yi Tianxing being buried in the soil: "This...?"

  "Student." Yi Tianxing kindly reminded him.

  "Hey, are you really okay? ... Or... should we go to the hospital for a check-up?"

  Yitian walked away with a wry smile, shaking his head, and under the bewildered gaze of the crowd, he got off the car and left, thinking to himself: "Now there's no need to wear underwear outside, it can't be hidden anymore."

  The ambulance turned off its siren and sped away like it was escaping. Yi Tianxing watched the tail smoke of the car, then walked into a small alley beside the street, turned several corners, and casually arrived at the bottom of a residential building. He found a small grocery store and took out a 10-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the boss.

  "A pack of Emeralds, don't worry about the money, I still need to make a few more calls."

  His body was tattered and covered in mud, just like an artifact that had just been excavated. Under the shop owner's inexplicable gaze, he took a cigarette, savored it for two mouthfuls, then turned around, lightly rubbed his thumb to light it up, before starting to make a phone call.

  "Uncle Yuan, I'm at...". He turned back to ask the store owner: "The alley behind the Nuclear Power Research Institute, come over, hmm, don't bring anyone."

  "Hey, old man? Well, I've started doing things, just letting you know."

  "Hello, is Director Pan? Ah, yes, you guessed it right. They made their move today."

  "I just wanted to let you know, I'll probably be doing something tonight."

  "Don't make a big deal? Don't worry, I guarantee that I absolutely won't give you too much trouble, but you also know, I've got to do something."

  "Alright, long live understanding."

  Yi Tianxing put down the microphone, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. He stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep drag, and the white cigarette was extinguished from head to toe as if it had been ignited. He pinched off the butt with his fingers, thought for a moment, and made another call.

  "Old monk, it's me... damn it! I'll be back. Today, I accidentally let a few doctors and nurses discover my supernatural powers. How can this be covered up?"

  "Six places? What kind of place is that? What? Six places are actually the vast sky?" Yi Tianxing's voice was like a sharp cry, as if someone had pinched his throat.

  "Is Haoran Tian specifically responsible for handling this kind of thing? Do you want me to ask them to help me wipe out the evidence? You think I'm crazy? Don't tease me, quickly give me Qin Zier's phone number. I'd rather find that girl, after all, she owes me a favor."

  ……

  ……

  "Hey, Qin, I have a favor to ask of you."

  He hung up the phone and rubbed his head, thinking that he had already made it clear where to hit, and Qin Zier had also promised to help him deal with the ambulance problem. It seemed that after living in the secular world for three days, he was familiar with covering up traces.

  "Hiss." The sound of screeching brakes and footsteps rushing over came from outside the residential building in the small alley.

  Suddenly someone shouted: "Found it!"

  Looking at the crowd rushing over with excitement, Yi Tianxing scolded Yuan Ye with a bad smile: "I told you to bring fewer people, do you think this is an outing? That kid yelled so loudly, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know."

  Yuan Ye looked at him, his lips moving slightly, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I heard... it was a large steel plate... I really thought you were dead."

  Seeing his genuine expression, Yi Tianxing felt a warmth in his chest and smiled: "Don't worry so much from now on, I'm not that easy to die."

  Yuan Ye saw that he was disheveled and immediately ordered: "Quickly bring a set of clothes for the young master!"

  Where did the clothes in this alley come from? A group of people looked at each other, and finally a clever guy thought of an idea and started to "fight to the death" untying his belt.

  Yitian smiled bitterly, but he couldn't stop these guys from flattering him either.

  Yi Tianxing changed into a full set of clothes donated by three younger brothers, patted the dirt off his hair, and didn't forget to run to the stunned shop owner to ask for change before getting on the car with Yuan Ye.

  There was still mud in his sleeves, and as Yi Tianxing moved his butt, he farted and landed on the genuine leather seat of the Duke's carriage.

  Yuan Ye took out a top-grade cigarette and handed it to him, his face gloomy as he said: "I told you early on, since we gave the evidence to the police, those old stubborn men will definitely take action. We should grasp the initiative, why wait for others to make the first move."

  "A sharp sword does not harm an innocent person." Yi Tianxing's face was expressionless as he moved his slightly sore right shoulder. Just now, when the steel plate was about to hit him, he had only made a diving motion, knowing that this way he could more easily burrow into the mud and avoid being crushed by the steel plate. Even so, he was still shaken and felt a bit dizzy, though not afraid, but with a hint of anger. "Wait for them to make the first move, I'll see clearly who did it, lest I hit the wrong person."

  The sedan drove slowly north along Renmin South Road, followed by many cars.

  Yi Tian Xing turned his head and asked faintly, "Let them all disperse. Last time we discussed it, what news did those people you scattered outside bring back?"

  Yuan Ye stretched out his hand from the car window and made a gesture. The cars following behind slowed down and dispersed: "No, let's wait a bit longer."

  "Okay."

  The Duke Wang stopped at the northernmost end of Renmin South Road, opposite the Provincial Exhibition Hall.

  Yitian Xing stood behind the glass, looking at the statue of a great man in front of the exhibition hall. The great man's right arm was raised above his head, as if beckoning to someone with a gentle wave of his hand, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Yuan Ye looked at him with suspicion.

  "Do you know?" Yi Tianxing said with a smile: "Just now when I was buried in the ground, my posture was basically the same as that of Chairman Mao."

  The chairman waves his hand, and the whole country is in chaos; Xiao Yi waves his hand, and the provincial city is in a small commotion.

  Yuan Ye answered a few phone calls and reported the situation to Yi Tianxing. Today, several well-known figures in the provincial capital's Jianghu unexpectedly went out for a trip, as if they knew that Young Master Gu was going to be in trouble.

  "The crane is a matter of one o'clock in the afternoon." Yi Tianxing thought for a moment, "Those who leave after one o'clock are not counted, and those who leave before one o'clock are all recorded."

  "Why?"

  "People who want to kill me won't be stupid enough to leave after a little while, but those who left before might know something about this matter, but it doesn't mean they did it. If I were to kill someone, the best way would be to sit at home and drink tea afterwards." He said with a smile, "This crane thing, there are dozens of buttons in the control room, several operating levers, not just anyone can play with it, must be a professional, check if any of those who didn't move have anything to do with the construction industry?"

  The phone rang again. Yuan Ye listened and turned around: "We left Xiao Liang in Zongbei to stare at the person operating the crane, now that person has hidden in Jingchuan Hotel."

  "Whose side is Jingchuan Hotel on?"

  Lao Xing.

  “？”

  "He's also an old hand, never yielding to the old master."

  "Does his family do construction?"

  "Make."

  "Where is he now?"

  Yuan Ye smiled slightly: "All the leaders of Jianghu have left the provincial capital, and he is still at home drinking tea alone."

  Yitianxing also laughed: "Then where does he live? Let's go visit him."

  "Wenwu Road No. 43."

  "What a hassle." Yi Tianxing patted his forehead and sighed, "That place is right behind the Manjusri Temple, and in front of it is the Public Security Bureau. The old man really knows how to choose a safe place to live."

  Yuan Ye was in a daze, thinking that being close to the Public Security Bureau required caution, but what's there to fear about Wenshu Temple? He had no idea that this young master of his would get a headache as soon as he heard anything about temples or institutes or mountains.

  "I'll go alone for now." Yitian Xing thought for a moment.

  Yuan Ye furrowed his brow: "Guan Er's solo heroic duel was a display of chivalrous spirit, but in today's world, whoever still engages in such duels is a fool."

  Yitianxing heard him speak bluntly, knowing that this uncle was scared by today's events, and thought that he couldn't hide it for too long anyway, so he said: "A ten-ton heavy crush can't kill me, what are you still afraid of?"

  Contrary to his expectations, Yuan Ye seemed unsurprised and only slowly responded: "After Young Master arrived in the provincial city, the Gu family didn't make any moves. Even if they did, it was always you who easily took care of things. Actually... you should know that in the Jianghu of the provincial city, our Gu family has always been a top-notch household with considerable influence."

  Yi Tian Xing thought for a moment, and indeed it was so. With the ancient family's own strength, if they wanted to take down that old criminal, it wouldn't be difficult at all. But he still smiled and said: "I insist on going alone, do you know why?"

  "Why?"

  Yi Tian Xing looked at the statue of a great man in the distance and said quietly, "Since I was young and watched martial arts, I've had a strange question. Why do those who are supposed to be the leaders always let their younger brothers go out and fight with others first? Then, when their younger brothers have been beaten up badly, they will finally take action themselves, displaying their extraordinary martial arts skills and establishing their reputation as the greatest in the world. I've never understood why they don't just start fighting from the beginning. How can there be rivers of blood if they had taken action earlier?"

  Yuan Ye seemed to be infected by his habitual action and also started scratching his head.

  Yitian Xing chuckled and continued: "It wasn't until later that I realized, it turned out to be, these are indeed our true days of wielding real swords."

  ……………………………

  Guan Yun Chang single-handedly went to the meeting with a knife, what an imposing manner. Yi Tian Xing didn't like this tune, and directly waited until nightfall before getting out of the car. Duke Wang drove away under his indication, watching as the car and Yuan Ye, who was worried on it, disappeared from his line of sight. Only then did Yi Tian Xing tidy up his clothes and hum a little tune to a residential building.

  There was an intercom downstairs, and he pressed a few times according to the door number given by Yuan Ye.

  "May I ask who it is."

  "Trouble Old Xing and tell him someone is looking for him."

  After a while, the automatic door opened and Yi Tianxing walked into the dark corridor, giving advance notice to let the other party prepare, which was the etiquette of visiting.

  The process of things is as dull as imagined.

  Suddenly a loud crackling sound came from a large room on the third floor of the residential building, and it didn't stop for even a moment.

  The sound was like firecrackers, like stepping on balloons at a wedding, like bamboo being roasted and splitting open, like the shattering of glass in a test record.

  It sounds more like the sound of a fist crushing bones.

  In the Duke Wang's car, which was driving away from the place, the driver asked Yuan Ye with some caution: "Brother, are we really going to let the young master go in alone? What if something happens, how can we explain it to the old master?"

  The driver's eyes towards Yuan Ye were somewhat strange, and he was guessing in his heart whether this Brother Yuan was using Lao Xing's knife to get rid of the young master on his head.

  Yuan Ye forced a smile and didn't respond, thinking to himself: "I've got such a young master, the company is basically done for in the provincial city."

  "What should we do then?" the driver continued to ask.

  "Get all those people who left today back here, and wait for Young Master's instructions. Then... let's take a bath and go to sleep."

  In the provincial capital, at the home of a big shot named Xing Mouren.

  The room is a duplex structure, divided into two layers up and down. The lower layer is an extremely large living room. In the living room, there is a light yellowish-brown solid wood dining table, which looks quite luxurious.

  There were many dishes on the table, including stir-fried beef strips, three fresh fish belly, baby cabbage, and double ginseng floating skin.

  Yitian Xing sat at the pale yellow wooden dining table, holding a bowl of white rice in his hand, and chopsticks shuttling back and forth between several dishes, eating big mouthfuls, but the mixed clothes on his body looked a bit unsightly.

  He is eating.

  And around him, in the living room's four corners, people were lying about haphazardly, their bodies seeming to have collapsed somewhere, some wailing incessantly, others unable to move, fainting on the ground, it was unclear whether they were dead or alive, blood was flowing everywhere inside the house, dyeing the woolen carpet black.

  This gruesome scene seemed to have no effect on someone's appetite. Yi Tianxing picked up a piece of fish belly with his chopsticks, placed it on the fragrant white rice, and chewed loudly, while vaguely saying to the person opposite him: "Eat, you won't have many chances to eat such good things later."

  He sat opposite a man in his fifties, who was half bald and wore a very comfortable leather jacket. However, at this moment, his face seemed not to be very comfortable, with a pale face showing a few shades of indignant blue, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

  This is Lao Xing, the mastermind behind the assassination of Yi Tianxing.

  Lao Xing did not expect that this young master of the Gu family would directly kill his way to the door, and so easily defeat all of his bodyguards. At this moment, hearing the other party's words, it seems that he is not prepared to leave any survivors, and his eyes involuntarily twitched slightly.

  "You think you can kill me? It's not that easy!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't have time to react, because Yi Tianxing put down his chopsticks and punched the dinner table!

  This punch strangely didn't shake the dishes on the table, but instead directly pierced through the thick wooden tabletop like it was tofu, and shot out in front of Old Xing!

  Yi Tianxing withdrew his fist, took a glance at the pistol he had snatched from Old Xing's hand, and clicked his tongue twice before casually putting it into his pocket.

  He ladled out another bowl of soup and drank it with a gurgling sound.

  "Sorry, I haven't eaten all day today, let's talk after I've had a full meal."

  Lao Xing fell silent, then suddenly jumped up and pointed at Yi Tianxing's nose, cursing: "You're playing me? You're playing me? You're playing me? You're playing me?" Four consecutive "You're playing me!" This Jianghu big shot was both tense and fearful, and desperate, finally reaching the edge of collapse.

  "I'm going to play with you, how about it?" Yi Tianxing looked at the half-bald old man who seemed a bit crazy, and his lips curled up into a smile.

  "You've ruined the rules of the Jianghu, colluding with the authorities, you deserve to die!" Old Xiang was also a cunning person, seeing that this young master had astonishing abilities, so he gave up on using brute force and started verbal attacks.

  Yi Tianxing wiped his mouth: "I'm a law-abiding citizen, sending Biaozi to prison is only natural. The provincial city isn't Hong Kong, otherwise I could still get the Good Citizen Award, what's wrong with that?"

  Lao Xing was furious and pointed at his nose, scolding: "You're the biggest rogue in the provincial capital, what are you pretending to be?"

  "You're speaking both Beijing dialect and Shaanxi dialect, you've really gotten yourself confused." Yi Tianxing lightly spread his fingers apart, Old Xing felt a surge of intense pain on his fingertips and couldn't help but cry out.

  "I'm not a hoodlum for the time being." Yi Tianxing said seriously: "I've hurt people and killed people in my life, but at most it's just self-defense or excessive self-defense or emergency avoidance. Oh, you may not understand these legal terms very well."

  "Let me put it simply. That is: I won't take the initiative to offend others if they don't offend me." Yi Tianxing's eyes gradually turned cold, "Do you know that when the steel plate fell, it was in the community? There were many children playing there. If it hit me, it wouldn't matter, but what if it hit a child? Even if it didn't hit a child, hitting flowers and grass would be bad too."

  "Not moving a knife or gun, but instead using steel plates, who taught you this idea?" Yi Tianxing asked coldly.

  "After you took Biaozi away, Xue San, who was under him, came to me and gave me this idea."

  "Have you gone senile? Are you being used by others?" Yi Tianxing said with some disdain.

  Lao Xing lit a cigarette for himself and took two puffs with a stutter.

  "Shut up and give me a quick death, you Jianghu people."

  At the moment of life and death, a 14 or 15-year-old boy rushed down from upstairs, crying and shouting: "Don't hit my dad."

  Yitian Xing looked at the boy with some interest and found that he was indeed interesting.

  The boy is holding a gun in his hand.

  Yi Tianxing saw the child and thought of Old Master's second son, who loved to charge into the study with a shotgun. He thought that these big shots' children all seemed to be like this... It was indeed a case of "like father, like son".

  Lao Xing's face turned pale, the punch that just went through the solid wood table made him realize that this young master Gu had some issues, and a gun might not necessarily solve the problem.

  Yitian Xing turned his head and smiled, saying: "Old Xing, the thing was not well hidden at home, now it's causing trouble, isn't it?" Then he turned around and raised his right arm, directly pointing at the boy who was holding a gun and trembling. He stretched out his index finger in front, with his thumb up - using his fingers to mimic a small handgun!

  He lightly tapped his middle finger, and the true fire wheel in his body slowly turned, forcing out extremely fine particles of fire elements that shot out at a speed faster than bullets!

  A faint sound came from somewhere inside the house.

  The boy clutched at his right shoulder and cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground.

  Lao Xing's cold sweat suddenly flowed down.

  "Don't worry, he's fine." Yi Tianxing looked at Lao Xing with a sympathetic expression and said: "Originally didn't want to waste too much breath, but still wanted to tell you. The reason I found this excuse to deal with you today is that I thought about it, in the future, I may not always be single, so I wanted to create a relatively safe environment for the person I care about."

  Lao Xing spat out a mouthful of stagnant air, raised his head and stared at him with fierce eyes, saying: "Speak, how do you want me to die?"

  "Who said you had to die?" Yi Tianxing asked, looking at him sideways. "If you died, who would take care of those people under your command? What if they came to me for revenge? Should I just keep killing one by one? There are at least a few thousand gangsters in the entire province, do you want me to play a game of slaughter in this peaceful and prosperous era of the 1990s?"

  "So you just said I won't be able to eat these things in the future?"

  "Hmm, you'll have to learn to eat vegetarian from now on."

  "I promised others that I wouldn't make a big deal out of it, but I also want to keep myself safe and my friends safe, so I thought of an idea." Yi Tianxing said with a smile.

  "What are you talking about? If you dare to hand me over to the police, I'd rather die right in front of you!" Old Xing's face turned stern.

  Yitian smiled even sweeter: "No no. I was just thinking that if you were sent to be a monk, it would definitely be fun."

  ……

  ……

  In the dark of night, Yi Tianxing carried the unconscious Old Xing and moved stealthily along the trees by the street. Although he had been eating and talking nonsense for half a day, the battle was actually over very quickly. The Public Security Bureau opposite Old Xing's house and the Wenshu Temple behind it did not show any unusual movements, which made him feel much more at ease.

  He caught his underworld rival and stuffed him into the Temple of Original Purity, this was the result after careful consideration.

  Killing one person is easy, but grasping the entire situation is difficult. If Old Xing really died, the Jianghu would inevitably set off another bloody wave, he didn't like going to kill people every day, first because there was no challenge, second because it wasn't fun.

  Under the cover of night, he sped forward like a wandering soul.

  Suddenly he discovered a very strange scene.

  It was unclear when it started - a person, a young man, a young man wearing a black cheongsam with a clothespin on his chest, was running alongside him.

  Seeing the other party discovering himself, the young man turned his head back and smiled at Yi Tianxing while running at high speed.

  "You don't like killing?" The young man's smile was very innocent, like a child.

  Yitian Xing rubbed his own nose: "I heard a classmate with the surname Jing say before: 'All life and death are not controlled by the heart, this is indeed the ambition of a hero.' Unfortunately, I'm not a hero, so I haven't figured out this problem yet."

  Then he stopped in his tracks on the desolate provincial city street, facing this unknown young master of Taoist magic.