"When I was young, I went on a trip with my friends and we rode horses in the suburbs of Beijing, and I thought it would be a good thing if such days could last forever."

The old emperor sat on the soft couch, telling the story of the past in a nostalgic tone, the clouds under his seat had been dyed bright red, and countless thorn-like tiny pipes wriggled on it, and the scarlet clouds seemed to come to life.

"In the spring of that year, we went to Jinming Temple to play, and met an old man on the way, he was a wealthy family in the capital, with a lot of wealth, children and grandchildren around his knees, he should have been carefree, and enjoyed the joy of family, but he gave all his net worth to the gods and Buddhas, just to live a few more years."

The old emperor said, the expression on his face was indescribably sarcastic, as if he was laughing at the old man, and also as if he was laughing at himself.

"Back then, I always felt that there was still a lot of time in the rest of my life, and the years were too much for me, so much that there could never be a day when they were not enough."

The old emperor shook his head in distress and said: "Now that I think about it, I am really young and frivolous, and there is actually no difference between me and the old man, but it is just difficult to give up this beautiful world." ”

The rising water vapor in the Zixiao Palace slowly dyed the color of blood red, and the dancing movements of the surrounding sacrificial envoys became bigger and bigger, and the eyes under the masks of the ghosts and gods were like copper bells, and their mouths shouted wildly, more like a wail from the depths of the soul than a "song".

The group of sacrificial messengers danced their limbs like crazy, screaming and screaming in an unruly rhythm, as if they were about to be swallowed up by a blood-soaked temple, and each one struggled in pain.

Bathed in scarlet, the old emperor's eyes were calm, and his arms were connected to countless strange tubes, like rhizomes rooted in the earth, drawing cruel nourishment from this crazy world.

"In my life, in fact, there are no regrets, the power of the world, the name of the ages, the righteousness of friends, the love of kings and ministers, and the love of beauties. I've got it all. ”

The old emperor said, his expression suddenly darkened, and he sighed: "The years are ruthless, even if some people go away from me, it is helpless, I don't blame them."

The old emperor sighed, and the sorrow on his face was replaced by a smile: "I have everything, but I only lack time, whether I lose or miss, I will have a lot of time to recover in the future." ”

The old emperor seemed to be looking back on his life, and his chatter might only be able to move himself, because at this moment, except for him, everyone else in the hall was no longer able to consider the problem with normal thinking logic.

Most of the seven people who were initially controlled have now fainted, after all, not everyone has such a strong psychological endurance and can watch themselves being drained alive.

Perhaps thanks to that noisy temper, even though the fourth prince was extremely pale, he still did not completely lose consciousness, and he still had the hope of living.

The father is crazy, this is something that everyone understands, but what makes the four princes frightened and desperate is that after the father is crazy, he actually plans to use the flesh and blood of several of them to ask for immortality.

The acupuncture point that the fourth prince was sealed did not unravel, but perhaps it was the return of the light before his death, and he was able to speak.

"Father, spare your life. Erchen doesn't want to die" The fourth prince struggled to speak, he burst into tears, in addition to the horror of death, there was also the despair of being murdered by his loved ones.

As he spoke, drums seemed to sound in the hall, and the frightened eyes of the four princes began to look around, and it turned out that the messengers of the sacrifice were also crazy.

The seven messengers stopped dancing, but slapped their hands on their bellies to make a drum beat, and then took the ritual instruments in their hands and began to beat each other's bodies, and soon the group was covered in blood.

The ugly song seemed to be turned into whips and chains, and the people who were whipped by pain screamed and danced wildly, and the rising blood turned into a curtain of substance, and in the haze, the slaughter became a dance in praise of the immortals, the pain became a chant of the gods and Buddhas, and the blooming blood flowers filled every corner of the hall like a dream.

This frenzied scene made the fourth prince even more frightened, and he tried to pull out the thorny tubes that were stuck in his body, but to no avail, these tubes seemed to have some magical power, and the more he struggled, the more they frantically snatched his blood.

"Don't. I don't want to die."

The four princes said helplessly, looking left and right, his brothers and nephews were all dying, and the whole hall was like a resurrected tomb, dragging them all into the abyss of death.

The old emperor's chatter was not over, but when he wanted to tell his heroic deeds when he was walking in the rivers and lakes, he suddenly heard Cao Yuan's voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

The old emperor seemed to wake up from a dream, he raised his head suddenly, only to see the dawn of the sky, thousands of glows in front of him shining on the heavens and the earth, there are white cranes flying high in the distance, phoenixes singing in the sky, there are thousands of rivers and mountains and rivers nearby, fairy music played, he stepped on auspicious clouds, like a god like a fairy.

"Your Majesty."

Cao Yuan's second call brought the emperor back to his senses, and he looked at the chief eunuch beside him in surprise, the wrinkles on the other party's forehead had disappeared, and his immature face looked as if he had returned to decades ago.

The Emperor lowered his head suddenly, and the auspicious clouds at his feet turned into a clear spring, reflecting his long black hair and a handsome face like a teenager.

"I, I'm here" The emperor stroked his young face, a little sluggish and speechless.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, immortality and eternal blessings!" Cao Yuan laughed and leaned down to worship.

"I, have gained eternal life?" The old emperor seemed to be a little incredulous, he looked down at his reborn body, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth continued to expand.

"Good——! Hahaha! ”

The old emperor's laughter was irrepressible, he waved his robe, the three mountains and five mountains were all under his feet, his steps were a little, and the Nine Heavens Galaxy was close in front of him.

He looked at it, this Kyushu congratulated in unison, he opened his golden mouth, all things in the world bowed down to obey orders, at this moment, the avenue of the world can no longer help him half a point, everything has been held in the palm of his hand.

"Immortality is the creation of heaven and earth, even if I am the son of heaven, it is still a big sin to take the deficiency of heaven and earth and make up for my own surplus, but now the immortal path has appeared, and I have achieved immortality."

The old emperor exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already returned to the Zixiao Palace.

The seven princes and grandsons knelt down to congratulate, the seven sacrificial messengers praised loudly, Cao Yuan hung his hands and waited beside him, even though there were drastic changes outside the palace, but only when the emperor's order fell, the world could be calmed down and the chaos could be stopped.

Bang!

The door of Zixiao Palace was pushed open, and the person standing outside was Meng Yuan, his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, and the emperor looked up and saw the other party, and he couldn't help laughing.

"A-Yuan, you came at the right time, come with me, we won't get drunk today!"

The emperor was in good spirits, and Long Xinghu stepped forward and raised his arm to hold the other party, but when his hand fell on Meng Yuan's shoulder, he suddenly stumbled.

"Huh?"

The emperor looked down in surprise and saw a flower leaf falling in the palm of his hand, and when he raised his head again, everything was gone, the light and shadow were hazy like a dream, and he was in a sea of flowers.

Meng Yuan pushed open the door of the Zixiao Palace, and the scene in front of him made all the courtiers who came with him silent, the blood stained the solemn hall red, and there were seven complete corpses lying on the ground, which were the princes.

There were also seven mutilated corpses, men wearing ghostly masks, ritual vessels stained with disgusting flesh, their bodies strangely intertwined, piecing together a twisted painting on the ground.

The corpse of the great eunuch Cao Yuan was right in front of them, and the other party seemed to want to escape from this hell, but unfortunately, looking at his bloody hands, he couldn't open the door after all, and finally died under the gate.

And finally, and most importantly, the body of His Majesty himself, lay crookedly on the soft collapse of the clouds in the center of the main hall, and his death was extremely terrifying, as if the blood vessels in his body had burst, and the skin of his whole body was covered with terrible cracks.

A ray of sunlight fell miserably on him overhead, and the emperor's eyes were still wide open before he died, and he grinned and laughed, and the death full of joy and joy was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone.