I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 61 finally asked for a promise from Ning Zhe.

【It counts as a debt of favor you owe me. 】He pursed his lips, adjusted his glasses, and then said with a smile: 【You can go back to the past this time, thanks to your Prime Minister Qin. 】

Ning Zhe raised his eyes, and looked at the tall figure in Tsing Yi beside him.

Was it Qin Shen who brought him back to the past?So, he already knew that he was playing tricks to deceive him?

Qin Shen probably sensed something, lowered his head slightly, rubbed the top of his hair, and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I won't harm you."

Whether it's the tone of voice or the temperament of his eyes, every part of his body gives people a gentle and light breath.

But Ning Zhe can always feel a cold and dark feeling in him, which makes people think of a poisonous snake swimming in the rotten grass.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, with suspicion hidden in his deep eyes, without saying a word.

No. 61 continued: [Your soul is not complete, if you want to retrieve your memory, you must recover all the scattered fragments.

And Qin Shen brought you to the past in order to reverse the situation before everything started, otherwise, even if you can reach the shrine, it will not help. 】

Retrieve the soul shards...

Ning Zhe was slightly stunned, [But No. 67 said that the purpose of coming to the Jingu Temple this time is to help me revive the God. 】

【...Resurrection God? 】The volume of No. 61 is slightly raised, the eyebrows are raised extremely high, and the tone is very playful, 【He actually... said that to you? 】

Ning Zhe could hear the absurdity in his voice, so he narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

【Well, since No. 67 said so, let it be considered】

No. 67 laughed enough, and then said [This is good, let me put it another way - to resurrect the God, you need to collect all the fragments of the soul, so you can understand it]

A hundred years ago, the witch lord caused troubles in the world. In order to save all the people in the world, the gods voluntarily gave up the seven emotions in order to obtain the supreme and absolute power.

Later, the witch master and the gods died together, and the gods died with the master, and the seven emotions of the gods were also dispersed into the souls of his seven great gods, and they were reincarnated with the seven great gods.

[These seven great servants are Dingbei King Ningyan, Xiaoqi General Huo Chen, Prime Minister Qin Shen, Tianqi Dynasty Prince Qingluan, Dark Guard Seventeen, and your master—high priest Weishenglian]

Ning Zhe was stunned again when he heard the names of these people.

【Strange? 】No. 61 seems to have seen through his thoughts, and slightly hooked his lips, 【Because they overlap with your task target, right】

Just when Ning Zhe was in a daze, Qin Shen had already led him to the main hall.

Qin Shen's biological father was once a hero of Dayue, who was deprived of his official position due to the crime of treason, and is now being banned from the palace for self-reflection.

"Nizi, you still know how to come back!?"

As soon as Qin Shen entered the door, a cup of hot tea was slammed at his side, which happened to be where Ning Zhe was standing.

He folded Ning to the area behind him, and all the hot tea was spilled on him, and the broken porcelain pieces cut through the dark green bamboo pattern clothes and fell to the ground.

"I said before, if you dare to step out of the Qin Mansion again, you will be given fifty lashes! Kneel down!"

Qin Zhuang was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, be merciful! The eldest son went out privately to rehabilitate you. He is already weak, and he knelt outside the palace for three days. If he is tortured again... ...This, I really can't hold it!"

Qin's father didn't listen, and looked at Qin Shen with extremely cold eyes, as if he was looking at his own son, "Nizi, did you hear that! I tell you to kneel down!"

Qin Zhuang wanted to say more, but Qin Shen stopped him, knelt down on the ground, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Yes, I know I was wrong."

When he knelt down, he knelt down on the broken porcelain on the ground, and the blood gushed out and soaked the gown.

Ning folded the tips of his ears, and could clearly hear the sound of piercing the porcelain into the flesh.

He looked at Qin Shen, the young and handsome son lowered his eyebrows, his posture was calm and docile, his blood color added a bit of weakness and pitifulness to him.

Qin's father sent someone to fetch a steel whip, and without a word, he whipped it on him with great force, "You have completely forgotten the ungrateful things, the Qin family's ancestor's precepts! You practiced sorcery privately, and I did not drive you away." Leaving the Qin Mansion is already a kindness, you don't know how to be grateful, and you dare to run out and cause trouble for me! Let me ask you, do you dare to escape again next time!?"

Qin Shen snorted, his face turned pale immediately, and dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He moved his throat slightly, swallowed the vomited blood, closed his eyes and said slowly: "I tell my father, I dare not do it again."

Ning Zhe's eyes moved, and he wanted to step forward, but Qin Zhuang immediately grabbed his footsteps and pulled him back.

After the fifty lashes were beaten, Qin Shen's body was covered in blood and flesh, and his face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.

Only then did Father Qin look at Ning Zhe with sharp eyes, "Who is this child you brought back?"

Qin Shen's eyes were in a daze for a moment, his nails cut into his palm, and he forced himself to wake up, and said, "Father, I picked him up from the street, and I want to take him in."

Qin's father narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Zhe from top to bottom, and said in disgust: "You are covered in blood and dirt, which suits you!"

He didn't want to see Qin Shen again, so he waved his hands casually and asked someone to drag him down, "Forget it, as long as you stay in the room in peace, you can do whatever you want."

Ning Zhe and Qin Shen were sent to a remote courtyard and locked up. Guards were sent around to guard them closely, and even Qin Zhuang was not allowed to follow them in.

"Sorry for making you suffer." Qin Shen struggled to get up from the couch, touched Ning Zhe's blood-stained hair, and his eyes were a little dim because of his weakness.

Ning Zhe stared at him covered in blood and said nothing.

Father Qin didn't allow anyone to come in to wait on him, so Qin Shen could only do it himself, dragging his wounds all over his body to boil hot water to take a bath, he couldn't even walk steadily.

Question 61【Aren't you going to help him】

[Why should I help him] Ning Zhe asked back.

No. 61 smiled and said nothing.

Qin Shen helped Ning Zhe clean up and changed his clothes before he began to treat his own wounds, changing basin after basin of blood and water.

Ning Zhe sat aside and watched quietly, without any intention of helping.

Qin Shen applied medicine to the wound in front of his body, but the back could not be reached, so he could only give up, put on his clothes, turned around to look at Ning Zhe, "Your Majesty."

Ning Zhe sat obediently on the couch, wrapped in a small quilt, and looked up at him.

Qin Shen touched his face, "Your Majesty, please listen carefully to what I say next."

He didn't wait for Ning Zhe to speak, and said: "The high priest covers the sky with one hand, I want you to restore your memory, so I can only bring you back to this time, so as to temporarily trap him and avoid his intervention."

What he said next was exactly the same as what No. 61 said, and they all said that they wanted to find these seven people and let him restore his memory.

"The minister gave them a hint, so even though it was in the past, they will still get close to you and get acquainted with you. This is also to ensure that they can listen to your words, the emperor."

Qin Shen's voice was calm, and he spoke slowly, obviously, he had already made plans.

"Ning Yan and Huo Chen are anxiously looking for you all over the street right now, as long as the news is released, they will come immediately, so these two people will not mention it for the time being.

Next is the Seventeenth Guard of Darkness and Qingluan, Prince of Tianqi. These two are haunted by ghosts, so I still need a few days to lure them to Dayue with the help of blood and soul. During this period, the emperor please be good and don't run around. "

As he spoke, he knelt down at Ning Zhe's feet, and cupped his face with both hands, "I know that the emperor can understand, so I agree with you, okay?"

Ning Zhe blinked.

He was about to shake his head.

Seventeen, Chi Yue, and the Young Master's souls are one, and they are now lying in the system space of No. 67.

As for Qingluan's death, he was also thrown into the space by No. 67 and froze.

If you want to find someone, these two are far away in the sky, and you don't need to wait a few days for such trouble.

But he didn't want to expose his cards easily, and he also wanted to see what kind of tricks Qin Shen had, so he didn't make a sound, just nodded.

Qin Shen stared at him deeply for a moment, then gently stroked his face with his fingertips, "Be good, Your Majesty."

Ning Zhe stayed peacefully with Qin Shen for several days.

Xue and Ling had already returned to him yesterday, disguised as silver chains and wrapped them around his hands again, without Qin Shen noticing.

He brought a lot of news from the outside. It is said that King Dingbei has often troubled Huo Chen in the past few days.

When Ning Zhe heard this, he just hooked his lips, showing no emotion.

Huo Chen lost Ning Yan's things, and it was normal for Ning Yan to be furious.

What's more, no matter whether Ning Yan has memory or not, he would never have imagined that a dog who had been devoted to him would actually run around disobediently.

As for Qin Shen, he has been preparing for the formation he mentioned these days.

Ning Zhe can often see him coming out of the study with a pale face, occasionally with blood on his body, black and blue under his eyelids, and blood from his thin lips.

His body was getting weaker day by day, and he was losing weight at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. The young man in Tsing Yi, who was originally handsome and handsome, became skinny in just a few days, and the clothes on his body were empty.

Ning Zhe guessed that he might have used some kind of forbidden technique to overdraw his vitality, and if he continued like this, he might not live long.

But he knew it clearly, but he just watched quietly, never took the initiative to ask anything, his indifference was shocking.

No. 61 chuckled [Ning Zhe, are you taking revenge]

[No] Ning Zhe hugged the thermos pot, squinted and sat lazily on the steps basking in the sun, 【Revenge is the most meaningless and boring thing in this world】

【Then why are you doing this to Qin Shen】

Ning Zhe hooked the corners of his lips, [No, it wasn't me torturing him, it was he who didn't let him go]

Unable to forgive what I have done, I tortured myself so much in an attempt to obtain a sliver of redemption.

"emperor."

The two were talking, Qin Shen did not know when he came out, walked to Ning Zhe with heavy steps, put a dark flower fox fur cloak on him, and slowly sat down beside him.

Ning Zhe turned to look at him blankly.

Qin Shen also looked at him, bent his pale lips, his eyes were gentle, "Is the emperor already waiting?"

Ning Zhe was too lazy to answer, so he didn't speak.

Qin Shen took it as his acquiescence, and leaned his head on the door frame with a flat expression, "It's a pity that my father disciplined me strictly since I was a child, so I can't take you out. If you are impatient, just talk to me."

Ning Zhe looked slightly strange.

Qin's father not only disciplined him strictly, he simply didn't treat him like a son.

When Qin Shen was seriously injured, Qin's father did not see him, and even the waiters were not allowed to approach this courtyard, as if wishing him to die quietly.

In the whole Qin Mansion, he was like an outsider, out of place.

"hold on......"

Qin Shen closed his eyes, and his voice was like a sigh, so soft that he could hardly hear it, "Your Majesty, wait a little longer...it will be fine..."

Ning Zhe turned his eyes and looked at him.

The sun lightly hit him, revealing his pale and bloodless face, and even the tiny blue blood vessels under the skin could be clearly seen.His long, raven-colored hair was untied and messy, covering half of his beautiful porcelain-white face.

Under the clear black and white, it is like a remnant of an ink painting, which is clearly extremely beautiful, but inexplicably makes people feel an illusion that the oil is exhausted and the sun is dying.

No. 61 said lightly [He may be dying]