Outside the imperial mausoleum, the long day is approaching, and birds are flying into the forest.
There is still a trace of afterglow in the west. It is not the time to finish work on weekdays, and the hard laborers covered with lime and sawdust are still swinging their axes numbly.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the imperial mausoleum: "According to the order of supervision, everyone must withdraw from the three miles away from the imperial mausoleum!"
The supervisors looked at it blankly, seeing a figure standing in mid-air, whose face could not be seen clearly. But in an instant, the figure disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.
For a while, everyone looked at each other, and there were only a few crows.
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