[Qin] Qin Shi

"Let me tell you a joke—"? Bai Shu sat down on the short side of the huge long object made of refined iron, "Day!"

The only sound in the room was his breathing.

In front of the huge iron object, Bai Shu's figure sitting against the coffin only occupied less than one-fifth of the width.

He leaned back slightly against the cold iron, and the room was filled with ice cubes frozen from saltpeter, and the back of his head was pressed against the iron with excellent conductivity, which was bitingly cold.

The coldness spread from the back of the head to the bone marrow, and then spread all over the body, and he amused himself: "Oh, hahaha——"

[Su, host, stop laughing. 】The system shivered while hugging the fat data,【The current atmosphere is really not suitable for laughing, it's too scary. 】

Sitting alone in a cold room and laughing, only the candles on the wall are flickering faintly with the feeling of shaking slightly with the cold wind in the room. In this situation, lighting up the lights can be compared to a horror movie .

"You guys really have no aesthetics," Bai Shu said, "You too, and so does he, what a funny joke—it's stupid." Then he laughed alone, "Or how about this—do it!"

The system only felt that it was more scared.

The joke that no one responded to quickly lost the fun, Bai Shu leaned on the iron coffin, letting the cold invade his body: "Your son is really interesting." After a while, he said, "He actually asked me if I To be emperor?"

Bai Shu closed his eyes, quietly listening to his own breathing, the buzzing of blood flowing through his body, and the silence of dust falling: "He is nothing like you."

He said this, but quickly changed his words, "Okay, okay, okay." I don't know who he was compromising and changing his words, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's quite similar."

Counting the heartbeats, from one to ten, from ten to one, he listened attentively, as if someone was replying to his previous words: "The kind that barely passes."

Even though the innermost jade coffin had been sealed, there was still a rancid smell in the air, but Bai Shu seemed to have lost his sense of smell, just sitting beside the coffin, counting his heartbeats, talking to himself : "He asked me if I wanted to be the new sun," the topic changed again, "He really looks like you."

Where it shouldn't be straightforward, where it should be pretending to be confused, the directness is terrible.

So I went back to the joke again: "Day——"

Saying this, he only hit his point of laughter, and only amused himself: "Although I don't really believe in these strange powers and gods, is this the word used? Forget it, things like ghosts and ghosts, After all, I grew up under the scythe and engineer shovel of the New World, a young man with three good views and righteousness—do you know what the three views and five good things are?"

"It's the Taoist temple, the Buddhist temple, the temple temple, hello, my hello, his hello, everyone's hello..." There was a crackling sound of a candle wick bursting in the air, as if startled by the sound, Bai Shu's voice The sound also stopped.

He suddenly felt that this was very boring, and the world became like these jokes, very boring.

In the silence, as if unable to bear the chill in the air, the man in a plain robe slowly bent his spine.His back got out of the cold coffin, and he slowly buried his head into the gap between his body and his legs, like a baby who had just been separated from its mother, hugging his own body and curling up into a ball.

The blood was so hot that it seemed to be boiling, spreading from the heart to the whole body, from the lungs to the torso, but it was clearly burning blood, but he felt that a huge hole had been pulled out of his body. The strong wind blew into his body, making him shiver with cold.

He hugged himself and curled up into a ball.

After a long time, until the fire candles hanging on the wall finally burned out, until the warm orange light disappeared from the room.Like a kitten crying, like the sound of wind passing through the wall: "Woo——"

Tick.

It was the sound of liquid dripping.

Tick.

It was the sound of blood dripping down the elbow.

Tick.

It was the sharp teeth tearing the blood vessels, the sharp canine teeth penetrating into the flesh, the sound of warm but cold blood flowing along the skin. . "Fuck you, Ying Zheng—" The fishy sweetness in his mouth flowed down the esophagus into his lungs, and the burning bright red flowed out of his body along the torn flesh, "Fuck you, Ying Zheng—"

In the darkness, something flowed down the cheeks and merged with the blood from the corner of the mouth: "Your uncle's Ying Zheng."

In this era of supremacy of imperial power, in this era when the name of the king needs to be taboo, in this era of incomparably high and low status, only in this unknown darkness, only when he is alone, can he expose his inner emotions in the air.

Cursing and cursing, he laughed again: "Cursing one's lord is a crime of disrespect, crawl out of the coffin and give me death." Without touching the wrist that was still bleeding, Bai Shu hugged himself with both hands With his fingers inserted into his hair, he plucked at the root of his hair fiercely, "Give me death——"

The blood ran down the hair, moistened the forehead, slid to the corners of the eyes, and dripped to the ground.

"You can't crawl out, and you can't use your rotten body to shout out—presumptuous, how dare you call me by my name—such words, after all, you are dead."

"You did well, Your Majesty." Bai Shu blinked, and had already begun to get used to this dark room specially designed to store the emperor's corpse, "You died well, and died heartily, and left all the troublesome things to me. Even if you die Now, you have to plot against me, right—don’t worry, I will never guard your world for you.”

Bai Shu closed his eyes, not looking at the ice cubes piled up in the room: "Your son, if he dies, he will die. Your world, if it is gone, it will be gone. The agreement between you and me, since Party A's ancestors are not here Now, why does Party B continue to pretend to be a grandson—fuck your uncle's Ying Zheng."

Back and forth, over and over again, I don't know if he was cursing Ying Zheng who threw all the stalls to the living, or someone else was cursing through him: "Pengci bastard," he choked up, over and over again Repeated, "Pengci bastard."

He murmured, with tears streaming down his face, repeating over and over again, one sentence after another, until his voice became hoarse and dizzy: "System," he suddenly called, "you can go too."

【Host? 】The system that has been shrinking in Bai Shu's spiritual territory and dare not move tremblingly issued a question.

"You heard me, you can go too." Bai Shu bit the inside of his wrist, fearing that the words to hold back would escape his consciousness, and blurted out first, "While there is still energy, and before I change my mind, I will tie you up to death in this place." On me, you can go too."

He said.

"I don't want to be reborn, system, that's too painful."

[Then let's go home? 】The system tentatively said cautiously, 【My energy——】

"Go home?" Bai Shu's eyes fell on the ground, "Where else can I go back? I already have no place to go."

【how come!My current energy is enough to take you away, not to mention that you are now the regent of Daqin, as long as you tell the world, those rare and exquisite——]

"Let's go." Bai Shu interrupted him, "Before I'm still the person you know, before I also become a greedy bastard, let's go."

The young man closed his eyes and trembled slightly: "You were the one who touched me back then, and now you have decided to tie you up for the rest of your life, before I become no longer me, you go first, partner." It was the first time he called the other party so affectionately. , and it was the last time, "You shouldn't pay me your whole life."

It was the first time that the system regretted that he was just a thin string of codes, but he also had human emotions.He silently looked at the data in front of him, and in the end, he could only utter a dry statement: 【You bit off the tendon of your hand just now, if you don't want your left hand to be disabled, then go and bandage it. 】

Bai Shu didn't pay attention to his words, he seemed to be dazed, ignoring the system's words: "When the sun and moon shine, mountains and rivers go." He lightly bumped his forehead against his hand, "When the sun and moon shine, mountains and rivers go. "

Like crazy, tears mixed with blood rolled down the clothes.

[I'm sorry,] Amidst Bai Shuru's murmuring voice like chanting scriptures, the systematic apology came abruptly, 【I lied to you. 】

However, the person he appealed to apologized didn't seem to hear it. He shook his body slightly, like a baby being rocked back and forth in the arms of an adult, swaying his body back and forth slightly, muttering words.

The system is silent, but it also knows that things are irreversible: [I have never been a formal recording system,] he manipulated his own data, and slowly moved to the red button of 'Unbind', [I am destroyed, It's because I'm curious about something that I shouldn't understand as data. 】

His movements are very slow, what he wants is to wait for a retention, even if there is only a slight hesitation, even if it is only a hesitation of one syllable, as long as he retains, as long as he hesitates, he will stay.

But what the system waited for was the self-talk that slowly stopped, and those two unreadable words.

"Thank you."

Bai Shu heard the countdown sound in the air.

[Next time,] the system's voice is getting weaker and weaker, 【I decided to choose a host who lacks emotion. 】

The room fell into silence again.

Bai Shu laughed with a 'chi', he was laughing at the system, and even himself.

The most ridiculous thing in this world is to think that "next time" will definitely avoid regret and grief.

Remember to eat but not to play, it is probably the system.

"It's fine," he stood up staggeringly, but because of his numb legs and sudden fainting feeling, he slammed into the fine iron outside the coffin unsteadily.

The loud collision alarmed the people who had been standing outside the door: "Father Zhong?"

"It's nothing." After saying that, Bai Shu realized that his voice didn't seem to be all right, so he stretched out his tongue to lick away the sweet blood, let the sticky blood slide down his throat and into his stomach, and stabilized his voice, " It's okay, Fusu."

Holding the edge with his right hand, he turned around slowly. The coffin was divided into two coffins, inside and outside. The inside was made of jade and outlined with gold and silver.The outer coffin hadn't been sealed yet. I don't know if it was Li Si's intention, or because Zhao Gao and the others were too hasty to deal with it in time.

But this has nothing to do with him.

"Your Majesty." Bai Shu knelt on the ground with one knee, his cold and numb left hand was hanging powerlessly by his side, his cold fingertips could no longer feel anything.

And his right hand clenched his fist, and slowly pounded on his heart: "You can always get what you want." When he moved away, he took a folded square brocade cloth from his arms, " But I'm going to make that exception."

Bai Shu supported the coffin and stood up, folded his hands, and threw one of the imperial decrees that the king entrusted to take away with a book before he died, and threw it into the outer coffin.

"Your Majesty, the position of Lord Wu'an—"

The rune that can change the world is only a light weight, falling on the Chuanguo Yuxi and Shibi that were sent into the coffin, the weight is not even as light as the ripples of raindrops dripping into the lake.

However, this thin brocade book has rewritten the entire history.

"I don't want Shu anymore."

Bai Shu looked at the jade coffin outlined in gold and silver: "You owe me this."