I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

When Zisheng opened his eyes, he was still in the previous place.The surroundings were pitch black, and dead bodies were piled up, but the ghosts who besieged him before had disappeared.

With a quick glance, he knew that those ghosts had re-entered the samsara.

Zisheng had been missing for so long, he could imagine how anxious his father and brother must be, so he didn't dare to delay any longer.

He learned spells from the man, so naturally he didn't need to dream again.So he cast a spell, pouring power into the palm of his hand, and pushing the soil hard.

Although Zisheng is a soul body, he has little influence.He tried his best to move the mountain, but he never thought that the soil above him did not move at all.

He pursed his lips, his eyes slightly startled.

He looked up at the gap he had seen before, and then he lifted his feet and flew towards the gap.

Seeing that he was about to pass through the gap, he didn't know that there seemed to be an invisible membrane covering it, no matter how much he cast spells, he couldn't get through.

Zisheng's eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head and pinched his fingers to count, but he pressed the bottom joint of his middle finger——

Void.

His lips moved, he pinched his fingers again, and at the same time he closed his eyes.

About two seconds later, he looked up into the sky, and the reflection in his eyes was soil, but he seemed to see something through the soil.

He chuckled and read a sentence.

"God will kill me."

After Zisheng returned to the coffin, the white fox crawled on top of him.

Zisheng licked the white fox. Looking at the concerned eyes of the white fox, he smiled and comforted him, "I'm tired of you. After we go out, I will ask someone to cook chicken for you every day."

The white fox is indeed greedy. It stretched out the tip of its pink tongue and licked its mouth, but its eyes remained steady.It had questioning eyes, as if it was asking Zisheng if he succeeded in dreaming.

Zisheng touched the white fox's back, he looked forward, "I can't get out, God doesn't want me to go out."

Before Baihu was worried, Zisheng smiled, "The sky is going to kill me, but the sky didn't think it through."

It was precisely because Zisheng was small that he could barely pick up his waist and turn over.

He was facing the bottom of the coffin, concentrating all his spiritual power to attack the heart.

"puff--"

He spit out blood.

The white fox squatting by the side stared blankly, and Zisheng gathered powerful spiritual power with his fingertips. At the same time, he dipped his fingertips in his heart's blood and began to draw patterns on the bottom of the coffin.

He drew a simple black bird, and wrote the word "Zi" in a strange language on the side.

More and more invisible spells were drawn by him, and these patterns gradually lit up, glowing with blood.

He uses blood as a guide to connect his blood relatives.

As for who among the blood relatives can receive it, firstly, it depends on his spiritual power, and secondly, whether that person's fate is hard enough.

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It was already dark, and the Yin and Shang soldiers set up camp, and the people almost fell into a deep sleep.

Suffering has been in a very bad mood these past two days, and he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, which made him even more violent.

Those who served him were worried, for fear of offending this man.

Zishou looked at the bouquet of flowers on the bedside. The flowers were beautiful and smelled very good.

He couldn't figure out why a boy would ask him for flowers and plants?

Do you want to wear flowers?

He even had the image of Zisheng pinning flowers on his head in his mind.

Huamei, his younger brother is also good-looking, and it is not against the harmony for Zisheng to wear flowers.

Zishou couldn't help laughing, what's wrong with a boy?

But... his brother is still young, how can children be divided into men and women?

He even thought that if Zisheng didn't want to wear flowers, he pressed Zisheng to put flowers on Zisheng's head.

At that time, I will drag Zisheng around the palace again, so that everyone can see how handsome his younger brother is.

What if Zisheng cried aggrievedly?

Wouldn't that be better?Just as he wished!Zisheng has grown so big, he has never seen Zisheng cry.

Zi Shou had a good idea, but he had an ominous dream that he did not want to have.

In the cold and damp underground, an unknown number of dead people were buried.Some died of suffocation, and some were thrown down with their throats wiped.

Their method of death has the impression that these people should have died in a sacrificial burial.Calculated according to the time, the day before yesterday happened to be the day when Chao Ge held a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven.

The corpses kept falling, and the slaves died in horror.In the deepest part of the tomb, Zishou dreamed of a coffin. The coffin was nailed tightly, but Zishou's heart became more and more flustered.

His vision was through the coffin, and the sight made his heart beat wildly.

It was Zisheng who was inside, and Zisheng was drenched in blood from the blood seeping from the three corpses pressed on it.

The little child seemed to be injured, and the pool of blood under his body made Zishou throb.

Zi Shou was not stupid, he immediately realized that the blood might belong to Zi Sheng.

He woke up instantly and sat up from the bed.Thinking about the content of the dream, he felt chills all over his body, and he touched his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

Why was Zisheng buried alive?

Why is Zisheng in the coffin?

Why did Zisheng vomit so much blood, how did he get injured, did such a small child hurt?

The blood had dried up, and it was unknown how long Zisheng had been buried.

Although Zisheng is quite courageous, how can a child not be afraid in that environment? ! !

Zi Shou was a little out of breath, he looked at the dark sky outside the window, and stroked his chest.

Fortunately, it was a dream. If it was a reality, he couldn't bear it no matter what.

He didn't want to see his brother cry.

After the nightmare, Zishou couldn't fall asleep anyway.His heart beat faster and faster, and there was a panic in his heart that couldn't be suppressed.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Before the time came, Zishou asked the army to pack up and prepare to go.

Fortunately, they were only half a day away from Chaoge, and the army was about to arrive.

Zi Shou didn't think about food and drink, and his mood became more and more irritable.

They will arrive at Chaoge in two hours, and when he sees Zisheng, his panic should be gone, right?

Dajun has no objection to Zishou's early departure. They have been away from home for too long, and they are already homesick.They didn't even sleep well one night, and woke up early the next day, otherwise they wouldn't have assembled so quickly.

The army returned with good news, and Emperor Yi personally greeted him.

Zishou got off his horse and saluted his father, but when he got up, he didn't see the small figure beside his father.

He calmed himself down, raised his eyes and asked Di Yi with a brisk tone.

"Father, why don't you see Zisheng?"

Then he laughed, "Could it be that this little thing went to play somewhere again, and he couldn't find anyone for a long time?"

After Zishou finished speaking, the atmosphere sank, Ziqi and Ziyan hung their heads without saying a word.

Zishou pursed his lips, he clenched the big knife in his hand, his veins were already bulging.

Di Yi looked away with complicated eyes, a layer of mist formed in his eyes, he sighed, his tone was very low.

"Zisheng...has been missing for three days."

Zi Shou's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and his whole body was cold.

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The sky was gloomy and the sand was blown up by the strong wind. Under the shouts of countless ministers, Zishou had the altar moved away.

"Prince, this is ridiculous! How can you destroy the altar just because of a dream!" The priest scolded the son, but the son didn't hear it, and waved his hand directly to pull the priest down.

"Prince, no, you are blaspheming! You are treating the fate of Yin, Shang and the country as a trifling matter!"

An old minister burst into tears, and bluntly said that the Yin and Shang Dynasties would be destroyed by Zishou.

Ziqi and Ziyan couldn't bear it, but they still came over to try to hold Zishou back, admonishing Zishou not to offend the gods like this.

Zishou waved his hand directly, and the two were overturned and fell to the ground.

Zishou couldn't bear it anymore, he looked at the two with red eyes, "Zisheng is here! He is not only my brother, but also your brother! For the sake of the illusory gods, you are putting Zisheng's life at risk. If nothing?"

Zishou's momentum was terrifying, Ziyan didn't dare to face him directly, but Ziqi slowly got up from the ground.

"Zi Shou, I am also Zi Sheng's elder brother, why don't I care about Zi Sheng? During the past few days when Zi Sheng disappeared, I searched madly. But—"

Ziqi pointed to the grave next to him with a sonorous tone.

"How could a living person be buried below? He was also nailed into a coffin? Who would dare to move a majestic prince of Yin and Shang?!

Just because of a dream, you are going to dig the tomb of the gods. You are the prince of Yin Shang!How can you do things without rules and completely disregarding the consequences?You are impulsive and reckless, where will you put Yin Shang?

Furthermore, if you dig deep and find nothing, how can you explain to the court?Explain to Yin Shang?

Even... Even if Zisheng is really inside, a child who doesn't eat or drink for three days, can you really see a real person? "

After hearing this, Zi Shou sneered, and he pointed to the grave and said loudly: "Even if a cold corpse is dug up, I should have buried him with my own hands, not him alone. I will never see his brother again!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't have the patience to listen to Ziqi's words, so he waved his hands and asked Ziqi and Ziyan to be suppressed.

The sky was getting darker, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the rumbling thunder made people's hearts tremble.

The ministers who were blocked on both sides immediately knelt down when they heard the sound, "God, calm down! God, calm down!"

The strong wind blew up Zishou's crown, and his hair crown was blown, and his black hair fell down and swayed with the wind.

Dust was blown everywhere, blurring people's vision, and Zishou remained unmoved.

A large number of corpses were dug up, thunder tore through the sky, and white light illuminated the world. It illuminated the hideous death of a large number of slaves, and also illuminated Zishou's three-dimensional facial features.

The tragic death of the slaves was reflected in Zishou's eyes, and his palms moved, clenched tightly.

No matter how the ministers yelled, begged or even insulted Zishou, it was as if Zishou had never heard of Zishou's hands behind his back.

Corpses were brought up one after another, and the tomb was gradually being emptied. Zishou's lips moved slowly, and he said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "If digging the tomb is blasphemy, if you don't Sacrificial burial is blasphemy...Since the gods have been blasphemed, they will continue to be blasphemed after I ascended the throne."

The thunder split the sky again, louder than any previous thunder.The ministers were taken aback, but Zishou stood upright as if nothing had happened.

The tomb was finally completely dug up, and Zishou saw three familiar corpses.And under those three corpses was a coffin that should not have appeared here.

Zishou no longer stood in front of the tomb, he hurried down.

The soldiers pushed the corpses away, and the three corpses were indeed killed by cutting their throats.

The nails on the coffin were pried away one by one, and the lid of the coffin was also lifted. The child lying inside was pale.