Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Seven days later, at the Western Qing Tombs, Mu Mausoleum.

This is the mausoleum of Emperor Daoguang. Compared to the grandeur of the Eastern Tombs, the Western Tombs appear more solemn and quiet.

But today, that silence has been completely shattered.

Outside the mausoleum, a cordon stretching hundreds of meters long was set up, with security personnel in special police uniforms standing guard every three steps and every five steps, their expressions solemn.

Several drones hovered in the sky, broadcasting the scene live to the world without any blind spots.

Numerous media outlets, armed with their long lenses and short microphones, were already on high alert.

This "archaeological excavation" was not a secret operation from the beginning, but a public demonstration that attracted worldwide attention!

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

Several SUVs bearing the license plates "Huaxia Archaeology" slowly drove up.

The car door opened, and Zhu Dijun, dressed in a black windbreaker, was the first to get out.

He had lost some weight, and his face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever before, like two cold stars.

He simply stood there quietly, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire room.

All the cameras instantly focused on him.

But then, all the photographers' lenses were drawn to another person standing next to him.

That was a man.

A man who is at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing a dark green combat uniform and military boots.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his whole body was full of explosive power.

He wasn't wearing a hat, and had a neat buzz cut. His face was sharply defined, as if carved by a knife and axe.

What's most striking is his gaze.

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What kind of eyes were those? Calm, indifferent, yet seemingly containing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When they swept over you, even through the screen, you could feel a chill run down your spine.

This is a true soldier who came from the battlefield!

"Holy crap! That aura! This guy is definitely an elite special forces soldier!"

"Where did Brother Jun find such a divine bodyguard? He makes me feel incredibly safe!"

"Who's this guy? I need his information! He's so handsome! That's a real man!"

Just as viewers in the live stream were making wild guesses, a commotion arose from the other side of the mausoleum.

A team of several hundred people appeared.

Leading the group were Wu Jieke and Chang Dawei.

The people behind them had all changed into strange clothes!

The horn bearers wore blue hats with red trim, red-tasseled bamboo hats, and carried long red-tasseled sticks in their hands!

They actually wore the uniforms of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty!

This scene stunned everyone!

"Holy crap! Is this performance art?!"

"It's 2620, and people are still wearing this stuff on the street? Are they even here to fight?"

"These bastards, do they really think they're some kind of Manchu bannermen?!"

Under the sky, every dynasty was in an uproar.

The emperors of the Qin, Han, Tang, and Song dynasties looked at that familiar servant's attire with eyes full of contempt and disgust.

Inside the Daming Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stood up!

"Tungusic wild boar hide!!"

His eyes widened, and his murderous aura almost materialized!

Zhu Di's face also darkened, and he coldly snorted:

"A bunch of scum who've been dead for centuries, yet their spirits still linger!"

Wu Jieke and Chang Dawei, along with their so-called "Eight Banners Warriors," strode aggressively to the cordon, only to be stopped by security personnel.

Wu Jieke pointed at Zhu Dijun and began to curse:

"Judy Jun! You treacherous dog who digs up people's ancestral graves! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! Don't hide in the back like a coward!"

Zhu Dijun smiled.

He walked forward slowly and deliberately, looking at Wu Jieke calmly through the cordon, as if he were looking at a clown.

"Mr. Wu, please watch your words."

"We are conducting legitimate archaeological work under orders from the state."

"If you think your so-called 'ancestors' are more important than the law of the country, then I suggest you go talk to the police."

"You!" Wu Jieke was so angry that his face turned purple.

Chang Dawei stopped him, speaking in a sinister tone, "Mr. Zhu, we're not here to argue with you today. We just want to tell you that if you want to disturb the imperial tombs of our Great Qing Dynasty, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

"Well said!"

"Defend the Qing Dynasty! Defend the ancestral tombs!"

The mites behind him shouted in unison, waving their long sticks, their presence terrifying.

However, the smile on Zhu Dijun's face did not change in the slightest.

He even clapped.

"Commendable courage."

He turned to the side, facing the camera and the swarm of mites, and slowly began to speak.

"I know you are very interested in my personal security force."

"I'm also very interested in the aftermath of that bullet that occurred ten days ago."

"Today, I will grant your wish."

He patted the shoulder of the tall, silent man beside him.

Let me formally introduce it to you.

"This is the head of security for my archaeological expedition, and also my childhood friend."

As he introduced himself, the camera on the screen gave the man an extremely high-definition close-up of his face!

That instant.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

In the modern live broadcast room, countless people exclaimed in amazement.

"Holy crap! That face! That profile! He blows all those young heartthrobs out of the water!"

"Wait... why does this face look so familiar?"

"Who does it look like...? It seems...it seems like a portrait that appeared in the sky before?!"

And the Ming Dynasty era.

Inside the Hongwu Hall.

When that face appeared clearly in the sky.

"Thump!"

Li Wenzhong, the Duke of Cao, who had been through many battles and remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, suddenly felt his legs go weak and sat down on the ground!

He pointed at the sky, his lips trembling, his eyes wide like saucers, unable to utter a single word!

Inside the Yongle Palace.

Zhu Di, along with his attendants Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui, and his grandson Zhu Zhanji, were instantly petrified!

The father, his four sons, and their grandson rubbed their eyes in unison before looking over.

That's right!

It's still that same face!

That face...

It's exactly the same as the portrait of Li Jinglong, the "God of War of the Ming Dynasty," that was recently hung in the sky!

It's not that they're completely unrelated, but rather that they're cut from the same mold!

"This...this...this..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was also stunned. He looked at the fierce-looking soldier from the future in the sky, and then at Li Wenzhong, who was slumped on the ground like mud. His mind completely went blank.

He slammed his hand on the dragon throne and let out a ghostly roar:

"Second daughter?!"

"Damn it! How did Second Sister end up in the future as a soldier?!"