Go up to the rooftop and Chong'en Hall.

A young man in black with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a square face sat alone by the window, holding a volume in his hand and quietly lost his mind.

The burning sandalwood in the incense burner beside him made the birds rise, making his still a bit green and dull face look more and more hazy.

There is only one pair of eyes that are so smart and extraordinary that no one can ignore them.

But once there are footsteps outside the palace, these eyes will immediately and instinctively withdraw all the light and transform back into that ordinary young man.

He is the corpse selected from the direct descendants of Hu Hai, the second generation of Qin Dynasty: Ying Buqu.

I am performing the ritual of the precepts two days in advance in order to get rid of distracting thoughts, calm my mind, and better communicate with my ancestors.

However, this "communication" needs to be enclosed in quotation marks.

It's just that the "corpse" failed to communicate with its ancestors. Once communication is achieved, it will be out of control whether it will go crazy or die.

Even if a fake corpse turns into a real corpse, it only takes an instant.

Whether it was Wang Yuan back then, Zhou Jingyuan, the eldest prince of the Wang family in Luoyang, or Ying Buqi today, they were all the same unlucky members of the family!

It wasn't until the busy footsteps outside the palace faded away that Ying Buqu's slightly dull eyes lit up again and slowly focused on the letter in his hand.

It is also a historical book of the Qin State, "Qin Ji", but it is just a copy, not some magical thing.

"King Mu sent Zaofu to the west to hunt, and when he saw the Holy Mother of the Western King, he was so happy that he forgot to return.

When King Xu Yan rebelled, King Mu rode a thousand-mile horse to attack King Xu Yan and defeated him. He gave Zaofu the city of Zhao, and thus became the Zhao family..."

Ying Buqu silently recited the origin of the Zhao family of the Great Qin royal family, and sighed quietly:

"Well, ever since Zaofu, the first generation ancestor of the Zhao family, he has been pursuing immortality, and even once owned a [Tianbu Daofa·Peach God Extension Sutra].

When the First Emperor unified the Nine Provinces, his boundless power also expanded this desire to pursue immortality to the limit.

Who wouldn’t want to live forever and be proud of human abilities?

It's a pity that I was pushed out to serve as the corpse of the First Emperor by those losers in my clan who only knew how to eat and wait to die.

Not to mention immortality, even the sun the day after tomorrow may not be visible."

The No. 1 branch of Tao Shinto, the Yaoxian Sect, was founded by Zaofu, the ancestor of the Ying family named Zhao. It has three basic immortal prescriptions (Chapter 86) that advance in sequence:

[Bu Lao Immortal Prescription], [Peng Lai Immortal Prescription], [Yaochi Immortal Prescription].

If you practice them all, you will not only become a real person in Qingzhuan, but you will also be able to live at least one hundred years longer than the five hundred years of an ordinary real person.

But just because of their status as the royal family of the Qin Dynasty and the dragon energy in their bodies, even if they have the art of extending life, they are no different than useless paper.

"I'm not willing to give in!

!”

Ying Buyi's eyes turned red, but he only dared to roar silently in his chest.

He is not willing to be like those of his own race, who accept being raised in captivity comparable to that of domestic pigs with peace of mind;

He is not willing to repeat the thousands of years of reincarnation of the Ying family, eating, marrying, having children, and dying;

He was unwilling to be trapped in this lifeless little world that had not changed much for eighteen hundred years;

He was not willing to accept that even though his family secretly learned legalism and military knowledge, it was useless in this world of legalists;

He was unwilling to be born in a magical world that promised transcendence, but in the end he could only turn into a handful of loess for ridiculous reasons...

Ever since he was little, he has accumulated too much reluctance in his heart.

It would be fine if he Ying Buqu was just a mediocre person who had no idea, but he was not just a waste waiting to die!

If a sorcerer opens his Dharma Eyes, he will see a bright heart light rising above his head, and a gush of water, reaching a height of five feet and almost touching the beams of the hall.

You must know that when Duan Zhiyin first arrived in Yunhe County, he only had a bright mind.

She has been hailed by the ministers as a talented scholar with a first prize. If she were not a woman, it would be easy to get the top prize and come back.

Ying Buyi gently raised his hand again, and the muscles, fascia, and bones on his arm slowly squirmed as if they were alive.

It suddenly expanded like an elephant's leg, and then suddenly shrank like a chicken's claw; its skin was as black as iron, and then it danced softly and was as soft as paper.

It actually comes from Tao Shinto’s [Immortal Art of War]!

The prototype of this art of war is the snake doctor (salamander) who can regenerate severed limbs.

During the 'marrow training and blood exchange' period, you need to drink snake medicine wine. When you reach the level of Taoism, you can awaken the [Innate Magical Power·Regeneration of Amputated Limbs] the day after tomorrow.

In order to achieve Ying Buqu's current level of control over the physical body, one must reach the peak of the Fourth Realm Military Lord.

This "corpse" who is about to face a catastrophe is like a living wizard with both civil and military skills!

Perhaps it is precisely because of his unique behavior that he has never been the same as the others, that he has become an annoying alien in the eyes of his fellow tribesmen who have long accepted their fate.

After raising an army for thousands of years, he would be the first to push him out to die when something happened.

It is in response to the famous saying: "In the world of crows, white swans are also guilty."

The descendants of the Zhao family who have their own family ties here do not need an outstanding leader like you.

If you hang around in front of us all day long, doesn't it make us look useless?

However, even in this desperate situation, Ying Buqi did not give up. He looked at the dark tomb through the crack in the window and gritted his teeth secretly:

"I can't die yet!

I want to lead the numb Qin people to break the destiny that has been destined since birth, to overthrow the tyrannical rule of "Qin Law", and to get out of this tomb world...

Tear apart the Qin law net that covers everything, and create a great and prosperous age where the people at the bottom can choose their own destiny and everyone can be like a dragon!

Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters, but for the sake of the present, this is the only way.”

Hold your breath and listen to the movement outside the window again, making sure no one approaches within a short period of time.

He threw away the "Qin Ji" that was used as a pretense, and carefully took out another unnamed scroll from his arms.

Slowly unfolding it, I saw that what was painted on it was one after another colorful pictures of naked men and women having fun.

——A scroll of erotic pictures!

During the fast, the "corpse" can only eat vegetarian food and drink water, and strictly prohibits all alcohol, meat, and pornography. If it violates the taboos, it will most likely anger the ancestors and refuse to communicate with them.

Of course, it may also lead to more serious consequences.

The Zhao family encourages procreation, and there are as many of them as there are in the erotic pictures. In the past, Ying Buyi looked down upon them, but now he doesn't care much about them in order to save his life.

Being trapped in a tomb all his life has certainly limited his knowledge, but even with just his intelligence, he can easily realize that this corpse sacrifice is unusual.

No matter what you do, it is always a hundred times better than waiting for death.

The situation could not have been more sinister.

Ying Buqu glanced up and down at the vivid erotic pictures, but he still didn't think they were blasphemous enough.

Just as Ying Buqu swallowed his saliva while staring at the erotic picture, he put his extremely flexible right hand into his crotch.

"Ahem."

Suddenly there was a slight cough behind him.

It was like thunder exploding in the deserted and extremely silent side hall.

It also made the hairs on his back suddenly stand up, and he suddenly turned around.

The scroll of "Erotic Palace Pictures" in my hand accidentally fell to the ground. As the scroll rolled, a hot, nearly ten-foot-long scroll spread out on the floor of the hall.

What's even hotter is Ying Buqu's serious face.

Looking at the "young palace maid" who suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, his face first turned pale with fright, and then turned red with embarrassment and anger.

His right hand was very stiff and slowly pulled out of his crotch.

The thick joints creaked when pinched, and a beast-like murderous aura suddenly burst out from his body, filling the entire side hall in an instant.

The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and he was obviously seriously considering whether to kill someone or not!

You may or may not die if you become a corpse.

But if word of what happened today spreads, even if he is still alive after the corpse sacrifice, he will actually be dead.

Completely dead!

After a long time, Ying Buqu took a deep breath, restrained his murderous intent, and knelt down to pick up the scroll.

She waved her hand feebly to the palace maid who stood there blankly as if she was frightened:

"Forget it, go out.

You should be very clear about the rules of the Afang Palace. No matter what you just saw, don't talk nonsense to others.

Once you tell me, nothing may happen to me, but you will definitely be killed!"

He had just rolled the scroll halfway, but suddenly he seemed to have thought of something again, and his body froze suddenly.

Click, click, click...

Big beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the floor drop by drop.
To be continued...