Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 105 Turning the Tables to Become King (18)

It was cool all around, and the wind rustled through the leaves.

A stench of decay lingered in the air, so strong it was almost intoxicating.

For some reason, even though the sun was shining brightly, the surroundings still gave me a chill.

The overthinking 2345 hugged its little blanket tightly, shivering. It never imagined that its host had come to a mass grave.

She walked to an open space, grabbed a handful of soil from her feet, and examined it closely. It was a dark brown color, clearly different from the other places. "This is it. Give me a shovel."

Intimidated by Shen Yun's domineering aura, 2345 handed over the shovel without hesitation.

Nothing is more important than being alive, 2345 said with an air of self-righteousness, completely oblivious to the fact that his behavior was obsequious.

Anything produced by the system is bound to be extraordinary.

Large beads of sweat slowly dripped from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and into her clothes.

A short while later, the shovel hit something hard, and Shen Yun dug down from the surrounding area along this piece.

Brush away the soil covering it to reveal a simple straw mat.

Fortunately, the weather wasn't too hot, so there was a slight smell, but it wasn't particularly noticeable.

[Host, what do you need the corpse for?] 2345 suddenly had a bad feeling. It was impossible for someone like the host to behave herself, so... what kind of bad idea did she come up with this time?

Seeing that it was really not working properly, Shen Yun could only say, "Do you think I can overthrow Xia Yuliu and become emperor all by myself?"

No matter how skilled or unparalleled the original owner of the body was in martial arts, she could manage against a few dozen people, but if she had to face thousands or even tens of thousands, she would simply have to say goodbye.

She is made of flesh and blood, not reinforced concrete.

"But there are a few outside the palace..." At this point, 2345's voice gradually faded. It pondered for a moment and then became confused, as if... it was somewhat difficult.

"There's a saying, 'The whip is too far away to reach.' Although I think I'm very capable, I'm inside the palace, and they're outside..."

[A coordinated attack from within and without?] 2345 replied instinctively.

Shen Yun rolled her eyes and said sternly, "Watch less unrealistic TV dramas."

2345: ? ? ?
"You mean I went to open the city gates for them in the middle of the night, and then they took the opportunity to attack?"

2345 nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes." Isn't this a very reasonable development? Seize the opportunity, attack from all sides, and then reach the pinnacle of life.

Shen Yun had mixed feelings, an indescribable feeling, like raising a son and watching him act like an idiot every day.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." How come such a clever and witty person like her can't learn even a little bit of her cleverness? Shen Yun couldn't figure it out at all.

She raised her hand helplessly, then lowered it again. "What you said makes a lot of sense. It probably won't hurt to think about it more often in the future."

Lifting the straw mat, a beautiful eunuch was revealed. After a moment of contemplation, Shen Yun made a decisive move, took off his clothes, slung them over his shoulder, and suddenly leaped into the air, as if blown forward by the wind, disappearing from sight in an instant.

The palace was made of solid wood, and the outside was covered with flammable oil, so it burned with a crackling sound. However, it was also very resistant to burning, probably because the materials were so good. After finding the place where she came out, Chen Yun tried to approach it, and then two strands of long hair at her temples were curled into wool curls.

Although it may seem charming, under such circumstances, 2345 really can't bring himself to give a compliment.

Gritting his teeth in hatred, he first threw the corpse through the broken window, then with his back to the window, he bent over, pushed off with his feet, and leaped backward into the air.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, as she passed through the window, her loose, long hair began to curl.

It landed with a loud thud.

A bone-crushing pain spread from her right hip down to her waist. Shen Yun grimaced and rubbed her back in pain. After resting for a moment, she casually tore off a strip of cloth, simply tied her long hair into a bun, and then tied it tightly.

He glanced at the roof, dragged the body directly under the beam, then ran to the dressing table, took out the osmanthus oil used for combing hair, weighed it, and then poured it evenly over the body.

The footsteps outside began to increase, and Shen Yun quickened his pace, picked up a few of his most valuable pieces of jewelry, wrapped them in a cloth and fastened them to his waist, and then took advantage of the chaos to leap out.

Because his current appearance was rather indecent, Shen Yun took a shortcut and slipped away.

Not long after she left, the arsonists quickened their pace, some pouring oil, others stopping people.

By the time Xia Yuliu arrived after hearing the news, the fire had already engulfed the entire palace. Even with dozens of eunuchs and palace maids trying to put out the fire, the flames showed no signs of abating.

A guard stepped forward with a look of pity in his eyes. "Your Majesty, with the fire raging like this, the Empress must be in grave danger." These guards had all heard stories about the Emperor and Empress, and although they hadn't seen them for sure, they all believed that the Empress had done something unforgivable to cause the Emperor to neglect her.

With the Empress in such a state, the Emperor must be feeling quite uneasy.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became of his suspicions. The guard watched the fire with a sigh.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take heed of this difficult time."

"Please accept my condolences... and take it easy?" Xia Yuliu was somewhat dazed. Had the woman who had witnessed all his humiliations finally disappeared? Would no one ever know about his past humiliation again? But why wasn't he as happy as he had imagined?
When I placed my fingers on my heart, there was a slightly astringent pain that spread throughout my body.

"Your Majesty, my sister, my sister..." Mu Changxue was dressed in a pure white dress, her long hair simply styled into a snake bun and secured with a jade hairpin. She leaned against the man with one hand and held a clean white handkerchief in the other.

Xia Yuliu frowned, seemingly puzzled by her reaction, as the crying interrupted her thoughts. "Didn't you say she treated you badly?"

Anyone with a modicum of intelligence in the palace knew Mu Changrao's past situation. If she had known even a little bit about sisterly affection, she wouldn't have acted this way now.

That's really quite hypocritical.

Mu Changxue was quick-witted, and after only a moment's pause, she immediately said, "Although my sister treated me badly, she was still my only family. Now that she's gone, I'll be all alone from now on."

After all, she was a woman he had liked for a long time. Xia Yuliu was only stunned for a moment before pulling the crying woman in front of him into his arms.

Those around who were helping to put out the fire were shocked if they caught a glimpse of the scene. Some felt sorry for the Empress, whose fate was unknown. Although it was unlikely that she was alive, they believed in respecting the dead. It was too shameless for them to be intimate in front of her. If it were them, they would crawl back to their deaths and scare the two of them to death.

I have a feeling this novel is going to be censored; it's already been removed from Qidian, which makes me really scared...

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