But ever since he had seen the divine power of Ying Zheng and the so-called Black Emperor Ying Zichu, he no longer had such thoughts.
Now he has only one thought, which is to escape, escape as soon as possible.
There was always a terrifying aura hanging behind him, and this aura had locked onto him when he left Yongcheng.
Cold and bloodthirsty.
This was his only feeling. No, there should be another feeling, a breath called death.
What kind of horror is this?
He had experienced this kind of horror before, and that day was not far away, it was the night before Ying Zheng was crowned the Black Emperor.
That night, a figure appeared in the Yongcheng Palace, comparable to a battlefield full of corpses. That was his power and aura.
If you insist on saying there is any difference, it's just that the breath behind is sometimes far away and sometimes near, and is a little weak.
The others were exactly the same as they had been that night, all dead silent, cold, and filled with a bloodthirsty feeling.
However, the aura that night did not contain any so-called murderous intent, but this time it was real murderous intent, and it hit him just like that.
His steps were getting faster and faster, but the breath behind him was getting closer and closer, as if it was right behind him, at his neck.
I dare not look back, and I cannot look back.
In a panic, he seemed to have missed something and rolled all the way down, just rolling down like that.
It didn't stop all the way and rolled to the edge of the cliff. It just rolled down without even a sound.
A figure dressed as a soldier appeared at the edge of the cliff. Looking at the endless darkness below, he knew that this Mohist who had escaped the net would not survive.
"The Mohist scholar has died and has returned to Yongcheng to report."
The cliff silenced the echo of the plain words, and looking at the edge of the cliff, there was no human figure.
…
Pain, headache, pain all over the body.
The Mohist leader struggled to open his eyes and looked at everything here.
It was dark here, without a trace of light, but he could see very clearly.
It seemed as if everything around was dim and black, as if there was nothing there.
He only remembered that he stepped on empty air, fell down, and rolled all the way.
Judging from its appearance, it probably rolled down the cliff.
But, was this the scene at the bottom of the cliff? Or, with his skills, how could he have fallen down, even rolled all the way to the edge of the cliff?
Even if there was a terrifying thing chasing him and threatening him, it would be impossible for him to be so embarrassed and roll all the way down.
"You look confused."
An androgynous voice emerged, catching him off guard.
My already panicked heart became even more agitated.
"Who?! Who are you?! Come out and speak?!"
A roar came out of his mouth, echoing in the dark space, and then was swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.
"Who am I?" The voice was still androgynous, but this time, it had a slightly playful tone. "I am a god, an immortal, a saint, a spirit, a demon, a devil. I am you, I am him, and everything in the world."
The words after "yes" seemed to have a wonderful connection with this space. Every time the voice said a different word, the space changed accordingly.
Sometimes it is solemn and inviolable, sometimes it is ethereal, sometimes it is sacred and worshipful, sometimes it makes people feel comfortable, thrilling, and fearful. It is like a mirror and a river, and finally it returns to silence and chaos.
"You...you..." For him, for this Mohist leader who was still fleeing for his life, this was a miracle, a miracle different from those of Ying Zheng and Ying Zichu.
"Are you speechless?" The voice was still teasing. "But you don't have to say anything. You just need to listen to me and make your choice."
He seemed to have really lost the right to speak, and couldn't even make a sound. He could only sit there in a daze, waiting for the voice to speak out its choice.
"What's your name?"
In just that instant, he seemed to be able to speak, but he seemed to know in his heart that he could only say one name, and this name would accompany him for a moment.
No matter what his name was before, or what position he held, once he said the name, once he said the name to this voice, he could only be called this, and he could not change it or not use it.
"Moji."
Plain words came out of Mo Ju's mouth. Although the voice came from his mouth, it didn't seem like he was saying it.
Mo Ju's heart was filled with panic. Even though he was a bit shrewd, he couldn't hide his panic in this kind of place.
But the voice didn't have any emotion at all, everything was normal.
"Mo Ju?" The voice seemed to be thinking about something, and the space fell into a deathly silence.
"It's a nice name, I appreciate it." When the voice sounded again, Mo Ju didn't know how much time had passed.
"I have a good fortune for you now, do you want it?"
Mo Ju had no choice, and it was impossible for him to have a choice. The voice that did not belong to him had already spoken a word, and he, like everyone else, listened to his body utter these words: "Yes."
"Very good." The voice was filled with malicious amusement. "I've heard that an empire is rising in the East, and it's even trying to unify China and integrate the Chinese nation. Now, I want you to destroy this empire and kill its carrier."
Empire, carrier, unification, rise, no matter which word it was, it shocked Mo Ju.
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