Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The disconnected spear whirled and flew up, piercing into the ground beside it.

And the general's halberd pierced Gu Nan's chest.

Gu Nan's body was taken up and hung on the halberd.

Then he slid off the halberd again and knelt on the ground.

Blood flowed from his chest, and his vision was blurred for a while.

Gu Nan raised her head, and the general stood in front of her, looking at her.

She asked, "Xiang Yu?"

The man was stunned for a moment, wondering why Gu Nan knew him, frowned and said, "It's me."

"I beg you, one thing..."

Gu Nan knelt on the ground, unable to stand up.

She looked forward, but not at Xiang Yu, but at the vast sky behind Xiang Yu.

"..."

She knelt on the side of the sky.

His chest and lungs were pierced, and he could hardly speak. His blood-stained hands dropped to the ground, and only half of the spear remained.

"Taiping..."

With blood in his mouth, he coughed twice, his eyes drooped, and he lost his expression.

It took about four or five days to modify Qin Mo's paragraph. I am sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone.But the main thing is to hope that Qin Mo's story can be told clearly. The previous words that ended directly were indeed a little too fast.I am very grateful to everyone who is still supporting me. Of course, there are many people who scold me these days.But in fact, I think the modified one is a clearer ending.In fact, except for the two natural disasters, Qin Mo's death was just man-made, not forced death. (Um, I know there are many people who want to say a few more words, let’s say it first, don’t greet family members, be merciful.) Then some readers said that they couldn’t understand this paragraph, why Liu Bang had already come out and then disappeared.This is revised. Chapters 237 and 238 were revised at the starting point, but they may not be revised on other websites for many reasons, so it may cause confusion in the plot and affect reading. I am sorry.Finally, it's New Year's Eve, and I really appreciate everyone's company and support over the past year.Um, although it's not been a year.Originally, during the New Year, I wanted to write a story about the next dynasty for everyone to enjoy, but it turned out to be too hasty, because I have been tossing about the revision for so long, and I didn't catch up.I am not very good at speaking, and I am not very good at writing blessings.Just keep it simple, here, I wish you all a happy new year, a whole year of happiness and no worries.

Chapter 251: No one will come again

The general in black armor riding on the horse looked at the dead army in front of him, pulled the reins, walked back to his army formation, and said to the people behind him.

"Bury these people."

On that day, the city gate of Xianyang broke open, and a beam of flame rose from the fire. In that flame, it seemed that Qin Shi was burned to death.

During the Western Han Dynasty, the person who wrote the book dropped the last word, the pen stopped, and then put it aside.When the writing was finished, the person sitting in front of the table blew out the lamp, and the light from the fire dimmed on the Qin Zhilun.

There was a sound of footsteps as people left, leaving the book spread out on the table and waiting for the ink to dry.

Decades later, a man named Sima Qian was appointed Taishi.

He pushed open the gate of Taishi Pavilion, and stood silent for a long time before the countless scrolls and slips.

The sun shone into the Taishi Pavilion from behind him, illuminating the area in front of him.

He suddenly had an idea, he wanted to write a book, a book that would be memorable.

He thought that the book was named Shiji.

After that day, he read almost all the Tibetan in Taishi Pavilion.

One day, he took down a volume of brief essays from a bookshelf. It may have been a long time since no one read it, and a layer of dust accumulated on it.

Blowing away the dust on the slip, Sima Qian opened the slip, and his eyes fell into it.

"Pass the Qin theory?"

He looked at the text in the slip, frowning deeply, suddenly he seemed to find something, a place in the text was crossed out.

It's not erasing, it's just a stroke. Sima Qian carefully looked at the stroked handwriting.

"Baixiao, the mourning army..."

His eyes lit up, and he murmured: "This person can be remembered."

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The Qin Dynasty has gone, and the troubled times have risen again. It seems that there will never be peace in this world.

In a mountain forest, there was a sound of running water, and a low-level waterfall fell into the rocks and mountain springs below, making the sound of splashing water.

The two stepped into the woods and stood by the waterfall.

A small animal howled a few times from somewhere far away, then ran into the forest and disappeared.

Gai Nie looked at the waterfall with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

His eyes moved, he squatted down, and looked at a pebble on the side of the waterfall.

There were several scratches on it, and he still remembered that when he was practicing swords, he always liked to practice against this stone.

Stretching out his hand to touch the scratches of different shades on the stone, Ge Nie chuckled.

"Uncle, it's not peaceful around Xianyang City recently, we'd better leave earlier."

Tianming said behind Gai Nie, his eyes fell on the mountain forest.

Ge Nie nodded and stood up.

"Okay, it will be fine in a while."

He also just came to see if the thing was still there.

The two walked towards the depths of the forest until they stopped in front of a clearing.

A dead wood stood there, almost decayed already.

Gai Nie walked forward slowly, Tianming looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

But he saw that he pierced the soil with his sword, dug it open, and dug out a cloth bag.

Is this what Wei Zhuang asked the uncle to see?

Tianming thought so.

"It's still there." Ge Nie muttered to himself, sat down, put the cloth bag on his lap, and opened it.

There were three pieces of wood in the cloth bag, and Ge Nie picked up one of them.

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, then raised his head and smiled, as if he understood something, but didn't say it.

As the wind blew, the shadows of leaves in the forest scattered, and the two people sitting in the forest left.