The candlelight is burning brightly.

Although the Yongcheng Palace was often not used and was sealed off as a ancestral temple, it still had its own set of utensils.

There was never a shortage of slaves, and even in the Qin State, which had already established a feudal system, there were still countless slaves.

Except for those who were building the city walls and official roads, the other 150,000 Zhao soldiers captured last year were thrown into Yongcheng, ready to be sacrificed alive at any time.

In normal times, they were treated as ordinary slaves or even sold privately.

Even though these belonged to Ying Zheng and the King of Qin, they still could not stop people's greed.

However, Ying Zheng doesn't care about these things now. What he cares about now is how to make this "human butcher" in front of him serve him.

Originally, Ying Zheng thought that Yongcheng had been filled with soldiers brought by Bai Qi, and was thinking about how to accommodate them.

Who knew that after coming out, he didn't find a single soldier, but the soldiers' shouts became louder.

Meng Que and Meng Wu did not sit at the table, but waited on the side. Wei Zhuang looked at Bai Qi with a little wariness.

Although Meng Wu felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, he could not recognize him. After all, Wu Anjun was already gray-haired at that time, and it was impossible to associate him with this powerful figure.

If Meng Wu couldn't recognize the person, Meng Que would be even less able to recognize him.

After all, he is a generation younger than Meng Que.

Wei Zhuang looked at Bai Qi with a little wariness.

This power was the most terrifying one he had ever seen.

Even when facing Ying Zheng, Wei Zhuang was simply oppressed by the majesty of heaven and could not raise his head.

But this person is different.

It was an indescribable feeling. Just touching it was like a cold wind blowing and penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

Along with it comes a different sense of oppression.

It was as if his entire body was immersed in a sea of ​​blood. The weapons and swords beside him were only one step away from his body, and he could even feel their sharpness.

They just accidentally glanced at each other, and Bai Qi even had a slight smile on his face. Even so, Wei Zhuang could not bear it, could not bear such power.

Bai Qi seemed to be the only normal person in the entire hall.

The guards and maids around him simply served the food and then left.

The officials and nobles of Yongcheng are not qualified to attend this banquet for the time being.

Seeing that Bai Qi still hadn't touched his chopsticks, Ying Zheng picked up the wine cup, gave it a slight push, and said, "Lord Wu'an, are these dishes and wine not to your liking? If not, I'll have someone replace them."

Meng Que and Meng Wu both raised their heads, and even the frightened Wei Zhuang was slightly shocked.

He was very curious about the identity of the person in front of him. After all, the palace had been cleared out long ago, and there were a hundred or twenty soldiers watching below, and countless guards guarding outside the door.

But this person seemed to appear out of thin air and walked out of the hall with Ying Zheng.

Although they were curious, they didn't ask too many questions. If Ying Zheng wanted them to know, they would know. If not, then there was no need for them to know.

But, hadn't the title of Wu'an Jun already been given to Wang He? Then who was this person before him?!

Meng Wu seemed to have thought of something. He looked up at Bai Qi and the more he looked, the more he looked like him. He exclaimed unconsciously, but then felt it was inappropriate, so he quickly lowered his head and dared not make any sound.

Ying Zheng didn't care about Meng Wu's exclamation, but just looked at Bai Qi in front of him.

Recruiting an ancestor, a dead man, and this dead man was the god of war of the entire Qin State, the "human butcher" of the entire China, and a famous god of killing in the entire history of China.

This feeling of impact is the same for everyone.

This will give the whole Qin government and the people an illusion: as long as you make contributions to the Qin State, the emperor will grant you eternal life.

This is much more useful than showing off Ying Zheng's power through miracles or establishing an almighty power.

A fanatical believer is rare, only one in ten thousand or even a million miles.

But there will never be a shortage of people who do things for their own benefit, whether in the pre-Qin period or in later times.

After all, it has never been interrupted in the five thousand years of history of this land.

If you want the horse to run, you don’t want it to eat grass.

Unless it is done like this to slaves, it is impossible for a person who has his own rights to accept only majesty and only the big stick.

When the vested interests outnumber the exploited, that is when the vested interests will be overthrown.

The legend of Daotuo has always been spread among slaves and among the people.

Even though the rulers are insulting, spitting on, and trying to portray a rebel as a villain, there are still people who continue to follow this path.

Even if everything has nothing to do with them after they succeed, they still have no regrets.

The demise of the Qin Dynasty in history was due to a combination of various reasons.

An empire that is cobbled together will eventually collapse and disappear in an instant after the death of the most powerful person in the country.

Chen Xuan's only advantage lies here, a wisdom that has been passed down for two thousand years. Even if he has only learned the basics, or even nothing at all, it has ultimately broadened his horizons.

With wisdom that is two thousand years ahead, we only gain some insights. It may sound funny, but it is extremely practical.

The appearance of Bai Qi was, firstly, to clear himself in front of Chen Xuan and Ying Zheng, and secondly, to increase Ying Zheng's power to a higher level.

The big stick has been used many times, even the entire Qin State, and other countries dared not resist.

If the beast armor was still there, if historical inevitability was still there, Chen Xuan would naturally continue to smash the stick hard, scaring and crippling everyone of this era.

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