I'm not a theatre god

While Li Fu was daydreaming, the Emperor Shadow spoke again:

"What's your name?"

"... Li Fu."

"Fu? Which Fu?"

"Fu means subversion."

Hearing this answer, the dim Emperor Shadow was slightly startled, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stepped on the void step by step, walked down from the empty throne, and walked slowly towards Li Fu with the imperial robe in the candlelight and the mighty imperial power.

"There is a destiny in the dark... I know that the imperial way will reappear one day."

"You can't bear the emperor's fate, my soul can bear it for you..."

"I just don't know, after my soul intervenes, how much of yourself can you still keep?"

The Emperor Shadow gradually enlarged in Li Fu's pupils, and a fear surged into Li Fu's heart. He instinctively wanted to stay away from the Emperor Shadow, but under the pressure of the emperor, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all!

The figures of Di Ying and Li Fu were getting closer and closer, and the long paths of candlelight on both sides kept extinguishing towards the center. When Di Ying and Li Fu completely overlapped, the last few candlelights suddenly disappeared, and the whole hall fell into the abyss of darkness again!

The next moment, heart-wrenching wails resounded throughout the hall!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Even Li Fu, who was always good at forbearance, couldn't help but roar hysterically. As Di Ying's soul merged into his body, his consciousness seemed to be torn in half, and another personality older and more profound than his drilled into his memory, and the severe pain from the soul filled his mind!

In a trance, Li Fu seemed to be suddenly in ancient times, implementing new policies in the desert of civilization; sometimes he came to the chaotic battlefield and led his troops to fight bloody battles; sometimes he stood on the top of the border mountain, and the Great Wall was slowly built as he raised his hand; sometimes he was in a series of magnificent halls, overlooking the world kneeling at his feet...

More than 40 years of life were stuffed into Li Fu's mind, just like a surging river pouring into a lake, washing Li Fu's own memories and consciousness into pieces. Unconsciously, some of his ideas and thoughts changed in the fusion of the two.

"I am... Li Fu... I am not Ying Zheng... I am Li Fu..."

Li Fu's painful voice sounded from the darkness. He was trying his best to retain his own nature in the impact of the soul's intervention.

If he couldn't do it, everything about him would be assimilated by the soul, and Li Fu would completely disappear from the world.

"I am Li Fu... I am Li Fu!! I am not Ying Zheng! I am Li Fu!!"

"I am... I..."

Li Fu's voice became smaller and smaller, and his body curled up in the darkness, like an exhausted old soul.

At the same time, the surging imperial power poured into Li Fu's body. Under the nourishment of that soul, his height was visibly raised, and his facial features and limbs changed slightly. The years washed over his body, and his temperament also changed dramatically.

The hall fell into a dead silence.

...

A Qian opened her eyes hazily in the ruins.

The first thing that caught her eyes was a lead-gray sky that was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. She stayed there for a while, then turned her head stiffly and looked around...

"...Brother Li?"

The confusion in A Qian's eyes gradually faded, and she immediately began to look for Li Fu in the ruins. While shouting, she used her hands to dig out each heavy stone with difficulty, and her little face was full of anxiety.

But she searched every corner of the ruins and couldn't find Li Fu's shadow. Her panicked heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and she was shaking with anxiety.

"Little Brother Li!!"

A Qian kept shouting until her voice was a little hoarse, but she still didn't give up.

Creaking--

After an unknown amount of time, a low roar came from behind her.

The heavy door of the hall slowly opened, and in the abyss-like darkness, a young man in a simple linen shirt slowly walked out...

He was very tall, with sharp black eyebrows like swords, and his eyes were like phoenixes. His messy black hair fell on his shoulders, like a beggar, but his gestures were full of an indescribable majestic temperament.

A Qian turned her head and saw the man, and suddenly froze in place...

She looked at the strange and familiar figure, and said uncertainly: "...Little Brother Li?"

The young man ignored her shouts, walked through the ruins alone, and walked forward without looking back.

After confirming again and again, A Qian finally stopped hesitating. She immediately ran towards the young man, crying:

"Brother Xiao Li, where did you go just now? I couldn't find you for a long time, I was so worried that something happened to you..."

"Brother Xiao Li, why have you grown taller? And you seem to look different..."

"Brother Xiao Li, why don't you pay attention to me..."

A Qian stretched out her hand, trying to grab the corner of the young man's clothes as usual, but every time before her hand touched, the young man would sway forward like a ghost and lightly avoid her fingertips.

A Qian grabbed several times, and seeing that the young man had no reaction, and even didn't turn his head, she slowly stopped in confusion.

She looked at the back of the young man who was leaving, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Brother Li, did I do something wrong?"

"Tell me what I did wrong, I will definitely change... Can you please not ignore me?"

"Brother Li..."

A Qian's tears flowed out in grievance. She didn't know what happened to Li Fu, nor did she know why he ignored her. The fear brought by this strangeness and the unknown could easily break a girl's heart.

She ran forward desperately, trying to hug the young man's waist, but just as she was about to catch up, she stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, with dust and mud all over her body.

Ah Qian held her bloody elbow, her facial features twisted in pain, and her sobbing voice rang in the wind.

The young man who was walking forward indifferently slowly stopped.

He stood there for a long time, but still turned his head and saw Ah Qian, who was bloody and wailing on the ground, and his pupils trembled slightly...

A strange emotion surged into his heart, and those indifferent eyes began to regain a trace of emotion, as if a certain personality deep in his heart began to overlap with it.

He sighed deeply.

The young man was silent for a moment, and finally took a step and turned back to Ah Qian.

Ah Qian curled up on the ground, crying like a tearful person. When she saw the young man coming, her crying finally became a little weaker, and there was deep fear and worry in her young eyes...

The next moment, the young man's palm gently stroked her head, and a mature and gentle voice sounded in the wind:

"Ah Qian, don't cry..."

Hearing these four words, Ah Qian's pursed lips trembled again. She finally let go of all her worries and fears, threw herself into the young man's arms, and cried even louder.