Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Gu Shi is completely crazy

"Alright...alright, I have to admit my bad luck in having you...I'll give you the antidote, but I'm not sure if it can cure the problem. Come closer and listen. I have something to tell you. After taking this medicine, don't..."

Tao Jinrong quickly took the antidote, put on a big smile, and was so happy that he wanted to thank Master Wutou a thousand times.

She hurriedly ran to bring the antidote to Qin Sizhao, and relayed Master Wutou's instructions to him word for word.

After hearing this, Qin Sizhao gave a helpless smile and swallowed the antidote directly.

"Rong'er, can you accompany me to visit my mother's grave? I have something to tell you."

A complicated look flashed in his eyes, as if he was resisting something.

"sure."

Tao Jinrong knew nothing about Qin Sizhao's secret and just agreed to it in a daze.

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A thick blood scab had formed on Gu Shi's wound. He always avoided the doctor's treatment intentionally or unintentionally, deliberately delaying the healing of the wound, hoping that the pain on his collarbone would last a long time.

But even so, the wound is almost healed, and the flesh and blood are growing back together.

He wanted to calmly stand across the range, draw his bow, and hit the bull's eye, just as he had done before.

Just as he was drawing the bow and putting the arrow on it, he suddenly found that he could not lift his right arm and he had no strength to do anything. When he exerted a little force, his entire arm felt like countless ants were crawling on it.

The aim was off, and the arrow could hardly be successfully launched from the bowstring. It only flew halfway and fell limply to the ground.

He went to ask the imperial physician what was going on, whether he was really sick or it was just a mistake.

The imperial physician told him that his arm would probably never recover, but he didn't feel any sense of loss.

He knew that the imperial physician was telling the truth, and he told him the truth because he had always been too lenient in the past and never killed or punished people for no reason according to his own wishes.

At this point, we really need to hear less and less truth like this.

"Lingchuan..."

He turned over in his sleep, his arm fell on the empty pillow, and he woke up suddenly.

The worst thing Lingchuan could do to him was to pretend to be dead, letting him live in the torment of losing her, enjoying life alone, and abandoning him, so that he would never have a happy day again.

But she is really dead now.

He thought he would be grief-stricken and cry out loud, but in fact he wasn't.

His eyes were dry and not a single tear fell. He had become numb to it, like a person who had lost his five senses and was just living like a puppet according to a set of pre-set programs.

He used to be quite soft-hearted and worried too much, but now he is no longer like that.

He quickly killed anyone who caused him trouble or discomfort.

He used to be afraid of blood, but now he could calmly watch the beheading as blood spurted out from the cut surface of the neck like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He looked at all this and felt neither happy nor disgusted. Blood was just blood, beheading was just beheading, and the fishy smell was just fishy smell.

He has lost the ability to process this external information according to his own preferences.

But the memories kept coming out of his mind to torture him. The blood under Lingchuan's skirt that day was so bright red, and her blood seemed to be able to give birth to the Black and White Impermanence. A little ghost stood on her blood and laughed, opening a door to the underworld for him.

Whatever he had seen, heard, or felt, it could not have been more vivid than his memory.

He seemed to be floating high in the sky, watching his body moving dully and woodenly.

From then on, all joys, sorrows, anger and happiness had nothing to do with him.

Now all the ministers are in danger, and some of them have started to come up with evil ideas.

Three days later, a beautiful woman who looked 60% like Lingchuan was brought into the palace in the name of a palace maid.

According to the plan, she only needed to sing in the Imperial Garden.

She didn't even know why the official asked her to sing. She only knew that her mother was seriously ill, and if she came here to sing a song, her mother would get 500 taels of silver for medical treatment, so she sang.

Every day she would warm up her voice and sing on time, for she was afraid that if she sang poorly one day, the official would turn against her and revoke her fame, and the money would disappear without a trace.

Until one day, she met a man in white clothes who just asked her to stand there and not move. Seeing that the man seemed to be an important person, she waited obediently.

What he got in the end was a long sword with a cold glow.

He raised the sword, with complex hatred in his eyes, and slashed her neck with one blow.

She fell to the ground, bleeding all over. She raised her hand tremblingly and said with her last breath:

"mother……"

After uttering this word, her eyes rolled back, she fell in a pool of blood, and died completely.

The profile of the face that looked 60% like Lingchuan was lying in a pool of blood. The bloody smell rushed into Gu Shi's nostrils. His arm went limp and the sword fell directly to the ground.

His arm was so sore and numb that he could hardly lift it. He felt a burst of pain at the wound that immediately spread throughout his body.

What had he done? The girl was young, silly, and didn’t understand anything. She stayed there waiting for him like a puppy, but what she got was a cold sword.

He actually picked up a sword and killed an almost completely innocent little girl with his own hands!

If Lingchuan saw him become like this, how disappointed she would be in him!

The girl died with her eyes open. She looked at him accusingly, as if he had committed the most terrible crime in the world. He felt that she had a pair of eyes exactly like Lingchuan's.

He turned around and suddenly felt inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, Lingchuan was gone.

When she was around, he was simply fooled and controlled by her tricks. In order to please her, he learned to be a good person. The end result was that he was always overly tolerant and indulgent to everyone, so that everyone thought he was easy to talk to.

Now that she is gone, no one in the world will be disappointed in him for the foolish tyrant he has become. They should be horrified.

He looked back at the girl's body, which was bleeding profusely, but he was no longer afraid.

From then on, only others were afraid of him.

Lingchuan couldn't be blamed for all this; he was just like that. It was she who was too strong and forced him to become a gentle and weak person.

Thinking of Lingchuan, he pursed his lips in disgust. He now felt that he didn't like Lingchuan at all. She made him weak. It would be better if she died earlier.

She could have fallen into the water and drowned, died of excessive bleeding from a miscarriage, or run to his house and hanged herself in a red dress, but not wait until this moment.

If he could live his life over again, he would definitely kill her the first time he saw her, just like he had hacked the little girl to death.

Even if she reappeared in front of him now, he would not like her at all. He certainly would not rush over to hug her or kiss her. He would just tell her to get lost and stay away from him.

As he thought this, he walked alone to the original site of Congcui Palace at midnight.

There is not even a moon tonight, it is so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you, and the wind is howling. It is a good day for haunting.

The woman who was burned alive in the palace must have turned into a very fierce ghost. Tonight, he is waiting here for her.

"Tao Jinrong! I curse you to never be reborn! You will never rest in peace!"

"Weren't you always so arrogant when you were alive? How come you became so cowardly after you died? Not even a single dream! You didn't even dare to cause trouble? Look at what I've become now? What's the difference between me and an animal? Don't you care about me? Why don't you come and take me away for God?"

He threw the sword, stained with innocent blood, to the ground.

The wind calmed down, the clouds parted, and the moon appeared. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, exuding a quiet beauty.

The night was beautiful and nothing happened.

Gu Shi suddenly felt like an actor being made fun of, and his face was completely lost.

The next day, he summoned a Taoist priest.

"My wife was burned to death in Cong Cui Palace."

He gave the Taoist priest Lingchuan's date of death and birth date.

"Your Majesty, do you want to remarry, but are you afraid of disturbing her spirit?"

"Why? If I remarry, will it disturb her spirit? Will her spirit come back to find me?"

Gu Shi felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"No, it's possible that your karma is too heavy, which will affect you and your next generation."

The Taoist waved his hand and said.

"Hey, I see this horoscope...it's a little strange. This person's marriage is actually pretty good, and he's going to be happy and content."

The Taoist lowered his head and muttered,

"That's not right. It's clearly the husband's destiny to marry into the wife's family. It's just that he had some bad luck with love affairs before marriage, but now his luck has changed."

"Your Majesty, is this really your wife's birth date? Is there a mistake? This doesn't seem like the fate of a queen."

The more he looked at her, the more strange it seemed to him. This girl was clearly still alive and well, and was about to marry her true love. Her family background was not very high, but she was well cared for and loved by her parents. It was just that she had a romantic disaster before marriage. How could such a girl become the queen?

When he looked up, Gu Shi's face was terribly gloomy and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I am the Emperor, and she is my wife, which means she is the Empress. Are you questioning my throne?"

When the huge hat was put on the Taoist's head, he quickly knelt down and shouted for mercy.

He slapped himself and said:

"My skills are not good enough! My skills are not good enough! I have no intention of questioning Your Majesty, I dare not! I have dirtyed Your Majesty's ears! I deserve a beating! I deserve a beating!"

"You're just not very skilled. If you can't get her to come to me in a dream, then you're useless."

"Your Majesty, please spare me! Your Majesty, please spare me! I really am..."

He kowtowed repeatedly, his expression changed, and he said hurriedly...