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Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Under the protection of countless heavily armed soldiers.

The group of experts finally arrived late in the car.

A few young reporters, who were about to pick up their cameras and take a shot at these experts, were suddenly pulled out their guns by the soldiers. They shouted in unison, "Put them down, don't move!"

The scene immediately became chaotic, and the surrounding old reporters who knew what was going on immediately pressed down the cameras, reminding them in a low voice, "Are you crazy? These Fellow Scholars are all treasures from above. You still dare to use your camera to look at them? "

"I …"

The several hotheads were about to retort, but then they shut their mouths silently under the muzzles of the guns.

This scene had also successfully entered in front of the audience, who were watching the live broadcast from a computer or television.

"What just happened?"

"What's wrong? "Why did you suddenly raise your gun?"

There was a reason why he did not know the truth.

"Hur hur, are these reporters fools?"

"Why is there still such a silly reporter these days?"

"Is this really a reporter? It can't be a spy assassin or something, right? "

These were people who understood a little, and kept sneering.

Just as the website was in an uproar, a female voice finally came out from the screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic. This is only to protect the safety of our group of experts. After all, there have been cases in the world where a spy from another country had disguised himself as a journalist and hidden a launching weapon in the camera, which resulted in heavy casualties for the experts in that country. "

Hearing the explanation of the female voice, those spectators who didn't understand finally came to a realization.

So, it was because he was worried about this.

Although there would be security checks on the scene, security was not everything. If anything was missed, it would be fun.

The female reporter's voice was the lucky reporter in charge of the live broadcast.

This reporter, who was originally a host of an archaeological program on CCTV, was now in his thirties. Having done archaeological programs for more than ten years, he was somewhat familiar with the process of archaeology.

Most importantly, they had a clean background. Both their parents were from the government, and even after checking up on three generations, there was nothing unusual about them.

As such, a good job that many of his peers were fighting over ended up in the hands of this reporter amidst endless envy and jealousy.

After Little Billowing passed, the Academy of Experts entered the arena. Upon seeing the experts, they suddenly became somewhat agitated.

"F * ck, isn't this Fellow Li?"

"This is Expert Qian!"

"Wow, this lineup is really luxurious!" No wonder the defense is so strict! "

Surrounded by soldiers, the group of experts quickly left their line of sight, arriving in front of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

Actually, the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang had already been excavated once ten years ago.

However, that excavation had been a failure.

Due to inadequate protection measures and inadequate technology, the moment the tomb was opened, countless precious artifacts turned into ash.

There were also many terracotta soldiers that rapidly oxidized the moment the tomb opened. They were so dilapidated that their original appearance could no longer be seen.

Even if the relevant measures were quickly taken later on, there would be no more than two that survived in the end.

And because of this, the matter of excavating the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang could only be left to this.

Ten years later, the experts who had been defeated finally returned to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. Amongst them were many old men who had participated in the excavation activities ten years ago, and they had also joined the ranks of newcomers.

Standing at the entrance of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, the leading expert suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It was an old man in his seventies. Looking at the entrance of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, his muddy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ten years."

His throat throbbed, and he sighed. "I never thought that I would have the chance to come back here alive!"

"Elder Qian, don't say that. You have a strong body."

When the people at the side heard this, they hurriedly went forward and comforted him.

As for Elder Qian, he nodded his head silently. His hands were trembling slightly, and soon, he took a deep breath and said, "Alright, let's hurry up and prepare for what we are about to say."

"Even I can't wait!"

"Alright, Elder Qian."

When the people at the side heard this, they hurriedly responded and then greeted him.

"Where is he? Hurry up and bring the stuff up, what are you doing standing there like a wooden stake? "

"Coming, coming!"

Following the ruckus, a group of staff members ran up to them. These staff members were carrying large and small bags one after another as they walked to the front of the crowd.

The experts then opened the bags and donned layers upon layers of thick protective clothing. They then put on oxygen cylinders and masks.

This was to protect the experts from the presence of any poisonous gas or lack of oxygen in the air that had been sealed in the underground palace for more than two thousand years.

After all, these experts were all old.

If something happened to them, no one would be able to take responsibility!

After the protective suit was worn, the specialists took out various instruments from their bags. Next, a few cars drove up slowly, each carrying huge chunks of steel.

After unloading the steel, it embedded itself into the entrance of the underground palace, forming something similar to a door.

Then, the door opened and the camera followed the specialists and the logistics team into the interior of the steel door.

Shortly after, with the sound of a machine, the steel door was completely closed.

"Friends audience, we are about to open the entrance to the mausoleum. The steel doors outside were designed to prevent the sudden influx of large amounts of air, which would lead to the same fate as ten years ago.

As the explanations continued, the experts calmly took out their instruments, arranged them in order, and walked up to the door.

"Elder Qian, everything is normal. It's just as planned."

"That's good. Open the door."

Under the mask, Elder Qian's voice sounded a little strange. However, it was clear that no one was paying attention to the voice anymore.

Countless people sitting in front of their televisions could not help but stretch out their necks and open their eyes wide. They were unwilling to even blink, fearing that they would miss any of the details.

It was in this manner that, under the watchful eyes of the masses, the door which had been sealed ten years ago slowly opened.