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Ying Zheng was sleeping there quietly at the moment.

Just as Zhao Jiu was thinking about how to get to the Liuli Palace and open the inner door, he saw a white figure drifting past him and flying towards the highest place where Ying Zheng was.The ghost stood under the steps of the palace, looked up at the magnificent palace, couldn't control the trembling of his whole body for a moment, fell to the ground, and crawled towards the front of the palace step by step, knowing that there was no one When he came to open, he raised his hand and knocked on the door like a fool, his face was covered with blood and tears, his white clothes were stained red, he really looked like a ghost.

In an instant, an unknown fire ignited all of Zhao Jiusi's rationality. He trotted all the way, took a shortcut regardless, ran for more than ten minutes, climbed up the steps of the palace, panting rapidly with his legs propped up.After resting for a while, Fusu, who looked dull and didn't knock on the door, was even more furious. He pushed him away with a gloomy face, and said coldly, "Why are you crying! Your father and I are still alive! What do you want?" Who is crying for mourning!" I didn't feel how weird it was for a child who had just grown up to say such old-fashioned words, so Zhao Jiusi kicked the door, kicked it twice, but couldn't open it, and looked left and right, looking for a suitable weapon Want to break open the door directly.

Fusu came back to his senses, pressed Zhao Jiusi's shoulder, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jiusi shook off Fusu's hand and sneered, "Didn't you see it? Open the door!"

"Don't..." Fusu took a deep breath, forced his voice down and said, "Don't disturb him, I'll drive you..."

"Hey!" Zhao Jiusi taunted directly: "Now I know that the door is open for me! What did you do earlier? What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will tear down Ying Zheng's skeleton? Don't worry! It's my previous life anyway, no would be so rude!"

Fusu took a deep look at Zhao Jiusi, turned around and went straight through the gold gate, pulled out the upper and lower latches little by little, and opened the door from the inside.

At this moment, one person is outside the door, and the ghost is looking at each other silently inside the door.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Jiusi broke the silence first, looked at Fusu and said bitterly, "You shouldn't have provoked me! You are a disaster!" Filled with anger, jealousy, and unwillingness, Zhao Jiusi shouted again: " Why? Why do you treat me as someone else's substitute! Have you asked me? If you have the ability, you can hug Ying Zheng's bones and grow old forever! Don't appear in front of me again for the rest of your life!"

In desperation, Zhao Jiusi didn't know what he was talking nonsense, he only knew that his eyes were full of water vapor and blurred, he wiped his face casually, looked at Fusu with deep hatred, turned around and left , While walking, he told many ghost soldiers and generals: "Leave Fusu behind! I will never step out of this place for eternity!"

Zhao Jiusi jumped directly down the steps of the palace. Although the blood blisters on the soles of his feet had been picked clean, the wounds had not yet healed. This time, he staggered in pain and broke out in cold sweat instantly, but he still did not look back and limped. He turned and walked towards the way he came.

"Zhao Jiusi...is this your purpose?"

A faint sigh came from behind, although the sound was soft, it seemed to ring in the ear.

Zhao Jiusi stood up straight, and when he spoke, his hoarse voice scared even himself, and he replied flatly: "Yes! This is my purpose! I brought you here to let you stay here forever! Those who are willing to be buried with Yingzheng and have no regrets in 2000 must be the soldiers of Yingzheng. Even if they are not as good as you, there are more than enough to keep you! Fusu, do you know how much you hate me!"

"Really?" Fusu said softly, "Then why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry!"

Fusu: "Then you look back at me."

Zhao Jiusi looked up: "What's there to see? You are here with your Ying Zheng, and I will go back to my normal life. I am fed up with being entangled with an inexplicable ghost every day! I will never do it again in this life. I have set foot on Lishan Mountain..." When he said this, he still turned his head, and just looked at Fusu who was surrounded by thousands of ghosts in front of the highest glazed palace, except for the red circles in his eyes, he couldn't tell that he was crying at all. past traces.He said word by word: "Hell and Yellow Spring, we will never meet again."

Then, Zhao Jiusi saw with his own eyes that Fusu's beautiful, slender and fair neck seemed to have been cut by an extremely sharp blade. Beads of blood kept gushing out, gathered into countless balls, and then gradually trickled down, staining the neck. He took off the pure white snow-like loose coat and wide sleeves, and soon, the gurgling blood gradually turned old and black, and fell on the loose overalls, transforming into large expanses of old blood.Fusu lowered his eyes and smiled desolately. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were no longer black and white, warm and beautiful, but a mass of rich blood red. His waist-length hair was growing wildly, and it reached the ground in a very short time. , the originally round and beautiful fingertips gradually became long and sharp, and a blue-black hostility gradually emerged from all over his body. He raised his stiff hands and looked at them carefully. The fingers are still long, shining faintly.No need to look, he also knows that his face must be as dry and distorted as these hands, with only a thin layer of skin covering the dry bones. Resentment and grievances are created out of life.

In a very short period of time, a young master Zhuo Shijia with the aura of a banishing immortal turned into such a terrifying appearance, which really shocked Zhao Jiusi. He subconsciously took a few steps back, and only then did he really realize that this is Died unjustly, exposed his corpse for ten days, a fierce ghost who died in vain for more than 2000 years, gentleness and elegance are all illusions!So Zhao Jiusi no longer hesitated, turned around and ran in the direction he left.While running, he took out a button-like thing from his body, threw it on the ground, and muttered to himself expressionlessly: "Follow me, let's be buried with Qin Shihuang. I hate other people's idea of ​​me the most." ..."