Let's go back in time a little bit, back to the time not long after the big oar woke up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The hall that had just been jubilant was now strewn with corpses on the ground, and the corpses of white and black robes were lying on the ground, allowing the strange black mist to gnaw them to pieces. In mid-air, the greedy and bloodthirsty black mist danced with its teeth and claws, like countless resentful spirits, and like a huge whole, spreading the tentacles of blasphemy to every corner of the visible eye.

Except for the supreme and inviolable presence above them.

On the throne formed by the black mist, the black-robed emperor seemed to lean lazily on the back of the chair, looking out the window with interest, allowing the black fog below him to act recklessly.

"Raise your hand." The emperor commanded casually.

Ying Da Paar rolled his eyes wildly, are you an old man blind? How can I move when I'm so sturdy? Besides, I'm tied to the cross, and my hands are already carried!

However, with this order, a cloud of black mist seemed to follow the order, and swallowed up the hemp rope in the worried gaze of the big oar, leaving no trace.

"What the hell is this? There is no such weird thing in the other-dimensional world connected by the family secret art. Ying Da Pao muttered to himself as he moved his hands and feet.

At this moment, the emperor's voice came again: "Gray grandson, I will ask you one last time, you, but my master?"

Ying Da Pao raised his head angrily and shouted loudly: "Turtle Sun Gray Sun, it's noisy!" No matter what kind of evil god you are, can you be civilized when you scold people! You are not my ancestor! ”

For a moment, the black mist suddenly fell silent.

The man on the throne blinked, withdrew his gaze from the window, leaned in with a playful smile and asked, "Oh?" The junior is courageous, but if I were not your ancestor, how did my Heshi Bi fall into your hands? ”

"What's your He's Bi, this is ......" Ying Da Pao was about to return the favor, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"He said, He's his own? He also called himself 'I', and said that it was my ancestor'......"

Countless historical allusions and family secrets flashed in his mind, and Ying Da Pao suddenly raised his head, and said with a pale face:

"You're Yingzheng!"

"Vertical Courage!" As soon as the word Yingzheng came out, the black-robed emperor on the throne slapped the case and shouted angrily, and the black mist suddenly rose again, like a fierce vicious dog roaring at Ying's big oars, but it just didn't stop talking.

"I am the First Emperor, the Emperor of the Beginning, the Emperor of the Founders! Thou shalt speak with caution. Although the emperor's voice was a little hoarse, it was sonorous and powerful. The black mist that filled everywhere was like a faithful courtier, and they all gathered their forms and stood solemnly.

Ying Da Pao looked at the pale man, wanting to find out some familiar feelings from him, to find out the Qin Shi Huang who "bees, long eyes, beloved birds, and jackals" in the history books, or the first emperor of great talent and strategy passed down by word of mouth from ancestors.

He stood there dumbfounded, without saying a word, and Yingzheng also sat there, letting him see.

I saw red eyes.

"They've been guarding this piece of jade for you." Ying Da Pao didn't know what he was going to say, but he opened his mouth by feeling: "They died before they lived to be 40 years old, but no one forgot your name." They are proud and glorious when they mention you, and no one thinks it's a shame to be your descendant......"

"But they're all dead! Die before you live to be 40 years old! Few women in the family are willing to stay, and it is a miracle that we were born into this world...... Who do you think it's all about? Ying Da Pao didn't continue to stare at Ying Zheng, as if he was just talking to himself, but suddenly shouted, his voice trembling.

"As a result, you now say you're alive again...... And what about them? Will they be able to come back to life like you? That's right, we are human beings, ordinary people, we don't have any natural powers, only this innate sin, the sin of being your descendants...... Whatever you're going to do, get as far away from us as possible, we've paid enough interest for this natural sin. ”

Ying Da Zhuo threw out his last words, turned and walked away, without looking at the man on the throne again.

He didn't know where he was going, and he even hated himself so much.

He always thought that if he could see the old ghost of Qin Shi Huang, he would definitely beat him up and force him to apologize to his grandfather in front of the offering table. And now he found that he couldn't say anything, not that he didn't dare, but that he couldn't say it at all.

Because just now, he suddenly understood what this man who claimed to be Yingzheng and the black mist around him was. Why did he look at the black mist before, they seemed to understand his own mind, as if they were an inseparable part of his body.

"Cursed...... It turns out to be a shape......" Ying Da Pao's mind echoed, only this sentence.

The bloodthirsty black mist, like the gluttonous beast, is the source of the short-lived curse, the result of the manifestation of the curse, and the true essence of the curse that devours flesh and blood and deprives it of its lifespan. The throne under the Ying Zheng Throne and the black robes he wore were all transformed by this black mist, and they were entwined around the flesh and blood of this Emperor of the Ages day and night, constantly eroding his body and mind, and the unbearable pain in the hearts of the Ying clan people never disappeared on him.

What a cruel and vicious curse it was, and if hatred could be measured in quantity, then this bitter hatred could only be achieved with millions of blood hatreds. And after thousands of years of continuation, the ferocity of this curse on himself is far less than one percent of this body.

He suddenly found that his distress was like a child's trouble, but the more he felt like this, the more he hated himself like this. He wanted to do something, and even he had a vague sense of what he wanted to do and what he should do, but he couldn't say it.

He looked up suddenly, only to find that his direction had changed at some point, and the emperor sitting on the cursed black mist was sitting in front of him, and his mean lips spat out a jackal's voice again: "If there is one thing that can resurrect your fathers, but to get it you will have to kill people and have bloody hands, what will you do?" ”

Ying Da Pao raised his head and saw the light in those slender eyes, which was unfathomable.

He shook his head.

"I said, we're human. Even if we practice magic, we are just ordinary human beings. And when a person dies, he cannot be resurrected. ”

Ying Zheng was stunned, then raised his head and laughed, leaned forward and back, and finally coughed wildly.

The embarrassed appearance is full of joy and appreciation.

"I didn't figure it out until I died. You doll, but you are so perceptive. ”

"But if I say that it can lift the curse, so that you can live a normal life, so that your father's efforts will not be in vain, and so that you and your children and grandchildren can live in the sun, what will you choose?"

Ying Da Pao's whole body froze, and a scorching flame erupted in his eyes.

A satisfied smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face, and then instantly froze.

Because the next action of Ying Da Pao was to turn around and leave, without saying a word.

"Where are you going!" Ying Zheng's tone was full of disbelief.

Ying Da Pao stopped.

"If that thing really exists, I'll find it myself. I will judge with my own eyes what to do. ”

The young man's voice was unequivocal.