king of the dead

The Jiagui Palace is covered with dead leaves, as if no one has cleaned it for a long time, and the stone steps of the pavilion are covered with weeds and unkempt.The courtyard was very quiet, there was no one inside or outside the huge palace courtyard, and the setting sun shone down at dusk, adding to the bleakness.

A few black magpies jumped and pecked among the dead leaves on the ground, and occasionally flew to the branches and croaked.

They all say: When the magpie crows, good things come.

As for the master in the palace, he doesn't know what else is good for him now.

The sky outside was gradually dimmed, and the pavilions and furnishings in the courtyard were blurred into an outline. The outside gate was suddenly pushed open, with the creaking sound of being in disrepair, and then two dim lights broke into the courtyard. Come.

"People are inside?"

"Yes. The deposed emperor Dou Tinggui lived in this hall."

The person who came was Shang Ying, the leader of the Fengxin tribe, and the man who personally led the tribe to push the Daling Dynasty out of the historical stage step by step.

There were no candles in the house, and it was a little darker than the outside, pitch black.

Shang Ying ordered people to light the candles, and then withdrew. He walked in step by step amidst the flickering candlelight.

The hall is spacious and luxuriously furnished, but it exudes a quiet and dead air. It was unimaginable how prosperous it was back then, but now it is like a cursed cage. With the shaking of the lamps and candles, the shadows cast on the wall are like It's the ghost trapped in this cage.

Shang Ying stopped in her tracks, caressing a towering laurel tree-like candlestick, and said, "The overall situation has been decided, and there are many things to do, I should have come to see you long ago."

A few steps ahead of him, the last emperor of Daling was sitting quietly in front of a desk, like a statue without emotion.

Shang Ying looked up at the carved beams and paintings on the spacious hall, although they were dead objects, they were exquisite and lifelike everywhere.On the contrary, it made the living person in front of him even more lifeless.

Shang Ying walked a few steps in this hall with his hands behind his back, with admiration in his eyes, he looked at every inch of the building in the house, and said again: "To be honest, I have a little respect for you in my heart. You are probably the only one who can compete with me. It’s just a pity that your father, who didn’t know anyone, gave up this great country to Dou Tinghuai, a mediocre man who is rich and hungry, and he is not enough to enjoy this fertile land. Give it to me, It’s also good fortune.”

"Heh..." The sculpture whose back was facing suddenly chuckled, without turning his head, he said slowly:

"Birds in the south do not fall to the land in the north, and autumn insects do not grow in spring. Your family is a hunter on the grassland. It is not suitable for our land with great Ling and smooth winds. If the water and soil are incompatible, it must be a disaster. Wait, why don't you come back quickly .”

Shang Ying was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and laughed, and said, "Is there any reason to return the things that have been in my bag? Since you know that our family is hunters, then the world is vast, and naturally there is nowhere to hunt. How dare you live lazily in the grassland as a hunter? If you can’t fight in a wider world, don’t you feel sorry for your own horse and sword on your back! What’s more...” Shang Ying’s voice paused, and then he groaned slightly , walked a few steps forward, just stopped behind Dou Tinggui, stared at his back and said: "You big Ling, there is someone I want to find, that person owes me a debt, I will come to him to pay me back."

It seems that there is a sigh rippling in the dull air, and after looking for it carefully, there is no trace, it seems to be nothing.

Dou Tinggui's tone was still so slow, not rushing, "since I came to collect the debt, after the collection, go back, why let the innocent die tragically, and the people are miserable."

Even though he was talking like this, his back was still as straight as an old pine tree, motionless.

Shang Ying sneered: "You care about the world, so what can you do? I heard that Dou Tinghuai used a lot of good means to fight for the throne, but he didn't have the slightest heart of benevolence. You are so tired that Da Ling was beaten The deposed prince, even if he is full of talents in governing the world, will one day clean up this mess for him, and he has never enjoyed prosperity and peace, but he will be the king of subjugation for him."

"Hmm", with a muffled cough accompanied by a bloody smell in the air, Dou Tinggui clasped the table tightly with both hands, his back was still tight, and swallowed the blood gushing out of his heart go back.

Ever since Shang Ying entered the palace, Dou Tinggui had turned his back in this posture and never turned around from the beginning to the end.

Seeing his sudden situation, Shang Ying frowned slightly, stepped forward two steps, clasped his arms with his hands, turned his face together with his shoulders, and the moment his eyes looked at his face, he suddenly let go and backed away.

Dou Tinggui smiled slightly, with a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Why, are you frightened by the terrifying appearance of me, the king of subjugation?"

Shang Ying looked at him quietly for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.

The Four Seasons Palace of the Great Ling Dynasty is vast and luxurious, every plant, tree, brick, and tile is carefully carved, and the layout is ingenious everywhere, which is different from the vast and boundless world outside the pass.

Shang Ying walked out of the corridor shaded by the rockery for a long time, stopped in a sudden heat, then raised her hand to hold a protruding rock, and said to herself: "Am I wrong?"

He thought back to Dou Tinggui's voice just now, and the way he turned his head, how could he be that person with his skinny and inhuman appearance?

It turned out that he had been thinking about it from beginning to end.

Then he laughed again, thinking that it was ridiculous for him to believe a wrong result for so long.Ridiculous.

Back then, it was just a one-sided meeting, so why did I keep in mind that person's clearly dewy rhetoric for so long.

Shang Ying let go of his palm, patted the protruding rock lightly, smiled in relief, and said: "That's fine", and gradually moved away in the already dark night.