In 210 B.C., the ancient land of Xianyang was scorched. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Hunger is everywhere, and crows feast, as if it is a copy of Zhumen's wine and meat. Standing like an arrogant beast on countless dry bones is the center of this short-lived dynasty, the Great Qin Palace.

The walls of the palace, which should have been strong and solemn, were covered with tiny cracks, and the cold wind outside the hall was whistling in from all directions, swaying the rows of faint candle flames incessantly, arousing bursts of children's whimpering voices echoing in the empty hall, as if a call from the depths of the underworld.

On the throne in the temple, the master of this place is sitting upright. It was a pale-faced man, and the years had not left much of a mark on him, but had carved exhaustion and weakness into his face. The thin lips pursed hard, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from time to time on the cheeks. He placed his hands on the armrests of the throne seemingly casually, but if one looked closely, one would notice that his back and legs trembled from time to time under his dark black robes—it was an uncontrollable pain.

The hall that was once full of singing and dancing is now silent as the master on the throne has come to the end of his life.

And above the hall under the throne, two figures, one fat and one thin, were like scavenging vultures, staring at the master of the main hall.

On the left, a slightly thin, scholarly dress, with a smiling face on top of his meticulous dress, but his deliberately erected spine and indifferent eyes reveal an unspeakable arrogance. The fat man on the right is very casual, not only in his disheveled dress, but also in his appearance, but with a sly smile in his vulgarity and wildness.

Suddenly, the reckless man on the right let go of his voice and shouted to the master: "Yingzheng Xiaoer! He actually made a stand-in in the Dune Palace to deceive us, causing Lao Tzu to waste a quarter of an hour! Now I see that your stepfather is here, why don't you give a big gift! ”

Suddenly, everything in the palace stopped, whether it was the flickering candle flame, or the whistling cold wind, or even the footsteps of the two visitors, they all stopped for a moment.

for the lord of the throne ceased to tremble.

As if all the pain was gone, the pale man lifted his head, his thin lips curled into a mean smile. He straightened his torso slightly under the black costume, and unceremoniously stretched out his hand to point:

"It's been a long time...... What a gelding! ”

As soon as these words came out, the reckless man's face suddenly darkened by three points, and the scribe on the left narrowed his eyes.

The scribe stepped forward, looked directly at the man on the throne, and said, "Tyrant······ Yingzheng! Don't be reckless, your empire is already a candle in the wind, just like you! Can you hear the wailing voices outside! You slaughtered the Six Kingdoms, and now you have cursed yourself, if you don't give in again, today next year will be your sacrifice day! No, I'm afraid there won't even be anyone to worship you! ”

"Hmph, hum, hum, hahahahaha......hahahaha

"I can hear and see it, but I don't care."

The scribe Lü Buwei's expression became more and more compassionate, and he said in a deep voice: "Yingzheng, you are now the lord of the world, and all the people in the world are your people, so you can bear to let them be martyred for you with this great river and mountain?" Together, the soldiers will be ruined. You've killed too much in your life, but if you wake up, it's not too late. ”

However, he was responded to by even colder words.

"I only hate that the country is not strong, and I have not killed those who should have been killed. You ......"

Suddenly, the words came to an abrupt end.

The First Emperor's body suddenly trembled like chaff, and his straight back was now lying like a curved bow, and the blood was running down his lips and onto his pale face, which looked even more shocking.

The shaking of the palace began to become noticeable, and shadows on the ground began to dance as the candles flickered on the walls.

The reckless man opened his mouth, the exaggerated laughter made the corners of his mouth almost reach the root of his ears, and Lu Buwei's calm face finally showed joy, he stepped forward again, bowed and said: "Please the first emperor to return Jiuding to the world." ”

The rubble in the main hall was cracked, and the pillars were shaken, as if it had reached the end of the world, but the three people in the hall were unconscious.

However, when the confrontation finally ended, Lü Buwei, who bowed down, heard Yingzheng's final answer.

"Jiuding has become an enchantment, I will never hand over the center, if you two defeated generals want to take it, go to the Jiuyou Yellow Spring with me to discuss!"

Before Lu Buwei raised his head, he felt as if he was being targeted by an extremely dangerous natural enemy, and his heart was cold from head to toe. He got up in horror and found that Chang Yu had already run desperately towards the main hall. He looked at Yingzheng's throne, but saw that there was a black mist that seemed to be like substance, and this black mist wriggled fiercely in the air, like a flesh-hungry beast struggling between reason and instinct.

With a terrible cry, a huge black bird poked out its huge beak, and its wings spread out to cover the entire hall. This huge bird seems to come from the deepest darkness, and even immortals and demons tremble with it. It spread its wings and opened its jaws, and with that bloodthirsty black mist, it pounced on the two messengers who had not had time to escape.

With the impact of the giant bird, the once glorious and magnificent Great Qin Imperial Palace finally let out its last mournful roar, and in the loud noise, the palace sank into endless darkness.

In the darkness, you can faintly hear muttering: "Human beings, how much strength do they have to be able to ......?"