Chapter 720: The Collapse of the Spiritual Emperor (Part 2)
Chapter 720 The Collapse of the Ling Emperor (Part 2)
Chapter 718: Collapse of the Ling Emperor (Part 2)
Since Zhang Jue's death, Liu Hong would dream of Zhang Jue coming to claim his life whenever he fell asleep. Over time, Liu Hong became possessed by demons.
Haunted day and night by Zhang Jiao's "wronged soul", Liu Hong's body became weaker and weaker, and he eventually fell ill as he became increasingly haggard.
After countless doctors treated him, they all came to the conclusion that Zhang Jiao's theory about the death of the great man before his death hit Liu Hong so hard that he suffered from heart disease. That's why Liu Hong would dream about the dead Zhang Jiao every night. .
Heart disease also needs heart medicine, and the medicine that can cure Liu Hong's heart is the revival of the Han Dynasty, but no one is destined to be able to come up with it.
Looking at Zhang Jiao’s soul so close and the countless ghosts filling the sky, Liu Hong almost collapsed and cried:
"Zhang Jiao, don't come over. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of you at all."
Ji Ping sighed when he saw this and calmly shouted: "Your Majesty, Zhang Jue has been dead for a long time. There is no Zhang Jue here."
But Liu Hong was not willing to listen, he was still shouting almost crazily.
Zhao Zhong and Jian Shuo looked at each other with helpless expressions in their eyes. They knew that if they continued to toss like this, Liu Hong might really torture himself to death, but no one had a solution.
Liu Hong couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world at all. At this time, all he could see was Zhang Jiao, and the ghosts all over the sky came to ask for their lives.
Zhang Jiao Lingkong looked at Liu Hong coldly, his eyes full of joy, and he laughed and said: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that they will not be punished. Time will come. Liu Hong, open your eyes and see. All of this is because of you." The innocent soul who died."
When Liu Hong raised his head, he saw that the sky was filled with countless ghosts.
“The foolish king deserves to die, the foolish king deserves to die…”
“No, I am not a foolish emperor. I have always been a good emperor.” Liu Hong said painfully, holding his head.
Zhang Jue's eyes were full of pity and he sighed: "But you have destroyed the Han Dynasty's four hundred years of foundation."
Liu Hong was touched at a painful spot, his eyes turned red instantly, and he shouted hysterically: "No, it's not me, it's you. It was you, the traitor, who ruined my country. If it weren't for you, I would have been a good man." Emperor, I want to kill you, I want to kill you with my own hands.”
Liu Hong wanted to strangle Zhang Jue's neck, but countless innocent souls stood in front of Zhang Jue. Seeing this, Liu Hong was naturally afraid and did not dare to step forward.
Seeing that Liu Hong did not think he was wrong even before his death, Zhang Jiao shook his head and sighed: "Hateful people must be pitiful. Alas, you are also a pitiful person."
“The foolish king deserves to die, the foolish king deserves to die…”
Thousands of innocent souls roared in unison, and in an instant, wolves howled in the ghost valley and a sinister wind blew around, causing the candlelights all around to flicker.
Ji Ping, who was born as a doctor, frowned when he saw this and whispered: "It's such a heavy yin energy."
Ji Ping is very familiar with this kind of aura. It is the yin energy that only appears on the dead.
Looking at the lifeless Liu Hong again, Ji Ping's expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Save Your Majesty."
After saying that, Ji Ping stopped thinking about other things and jumped directly onto the dragon bed and forcibly carried Liu Hong down.
Outside the palace, a fierce wind blew by, and all the guards were blown to pieces, except for the two generals guarding the door.
Hou Yi who was guarding the door suddenly changed his expression when he saw this. Just when he was about to push the door open and enter, he was stopped by a big hand.
A trace of doubt flashed in Hou Yi's eyes and he asked: "Brother Xingtian, you..."
Xingtian shook his head and sighed: "What's the use of going in?"
Hou Yi was silent for a moment. Xing Tian glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, raised his ax and roared: "Anyone who offends the might of our great Han Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away he is."
Boom...A shocking burst of martial arts righteousness spread out in all directions with Xing Tian as the center. The clouds in the sky were so startled that the clouds in the sky moved slightly.
"Hou Yi, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and protect our emperor." Xing Tian said sternly. "That's what the elder brother taught me."
Hou Yi's eyes narrowed, and he stood beside Xing Tian, and then another wave of shocking righteousness rose up.
Boom... The two of them were guarding the door for Liu Hong, and soon after, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.
In the palace, Liu Hong was already on the verge of death. Everyone gathered around him and rushed to treat him.
Zhang let Zhao Zhong and a group of loyal servants kneel in front of his bed and cry, using this most primitive way to "call out the soul" for Liu Hong.
“Your Majesty, hold on, if you...this great Han Dynasty will really be doomed.”
“Your Majesty, please come back.”
“The soul is back…”
Liu Hong's pupils were full of lifeless energy, and the life in his body was getting weaker and weaker, but he kept mumbling to himself.
“No, it’s not me. I didn’t do those things. It wasn’t me. I want to be an emperor. I really want to be a good emperor...”
Ji Ping, who was giving Liu Hong acupuncture, felt his heart tremble when he heard what Liu Hong said. How ironic that this foolish emperor who was despised by millions of people turned out to be a very good emperor with his last words.
Jian Shuo, Feng Xu and other loyal servants saw this, and their hearts were extremely complicated. They had a great contribution to the decline of the Han Dynasty. If Liu Hongli hadn't protected him, they would have died long ago.
Now that Liu Hong is about to die, without the emperor's blessing, the eunuchs have also lost their foundation, so where will they go?
At this thought, the Shichang attendants shouted even harder. The sound of tears made the listeners cry, and those who didn't know thought that someone close to them had died.
Under Shi Changshi's outstanding performance, Liu Hong's pupils gradually regained consciousness, and his consciousness finally returned.
Just when Shi Changshi was overjoyed, Ji Ping shook his head helplessly at them.
The Shichang servants' hearts sank, knowing that this might be the last moment of their return, so they all cried to Liu Hong and begged him to quickly make a will.
Liu Hong's eyes were full of misery and he said weakly: "Let me go, father."
"I'm here," Zhang Rang responded immediately. He was the only one among the ten regular servants who didn't cry.
Liu Hong died, and it was too late for Zhang to make him happy. How could he cry? However, although he did not cry, he still looked sad. After all, the surface work still had to be done.
"Father, I want to make a will, and I say, come and remember it."
“The slave obeys the order.”
“After my death, I will appoint Prince Xie as the emperor, and all ministers must work together to assist me without making any mistakes.”
Zhang Rang couldn't help but hesitate, but he still finished writing it honestly.
The remaining nine major Changshi, at this time, have already turned over the sea. This widow is just an urging symbol for them.
Today's Han Dynasty is already in chaos, but Liu Hong did not make the most suitable eldest son Liu Bian the emperor, but instead made his most beloved youngest son Liu Xie the emperor. What kind of trouble is this?
How could General He Jin, who was Liu Bian's uncle, agree?
If they dared to take out this edict, He Jin would definitely accuse them of tampering with the contents of the edict, and then kill them all directly.
(End of this chapter)