Everything is dark.
Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and all he saw was darkness, nothing else.
"Chen Xuan?"
Ying Zheng's voice spread and echoed in the darkness, then disappeared completely.
There seems to be nothing but darkness here.
Ying Zheng didn't know where this place was, he just felt that the grayness was very annoying.
"Chen Xuan? Come out right here!"
Ying Zheng stood up fumblingly. There seemed to be a wall or something beside him, which made Ying Zheng feel a little relieved.
No one responded.
Ying Zheng's voice still echoed here. No one, or nothing, cared about him. He disappeared in the darkness like a tiny object.
Ying Zheng groped his way forward.
He didn't know where this place was, he only knew that Chen Xuan brought him in.
Now, he was a little hesitant, wondering whether to believe Chen Xuan.
But in the end we have to take it one step at a time.
Now he is still like a child in front of Chen Xuan, with no room for resistance.
Ying Zheng didn't want this to happen, it couldn't be like this.
Just as Chen Xuan had always told him, he was the Son of Heaven, the only person who could unify the entire Shenzhou. Nothing could be above him, not even Chen Xuan himself.
The darkness seemed very large. Ying Zheng walked for a long time without touching anything except the wall beside him.
This patch of darkness seemed very small, and the sound was confined here, not a single sound could be transmitted out.
This seems like a room, or a different kind of space.
Ying Zheng held onto the wall, seemingly spinning in circles, unable to walk out or back.
"when……"
A bell seemed to ring in the distance, drawing Ying Zheng's attention.
"when……"
There was the sound of the bell again, and it seemed to be accompanied by other strange sounds.
Ying Zheng stopped, stood still, pricked up his ears and listened carefully. He seemed to hear the sound of weapons, the mighty military formations, and a tragic wail.
"... The valiant Qin, let us face the national crisis together. The valiant Qin, let us recover our land. ... With the world in turmoil, how can we find peace and prosperity? ... Who can challenge us?"
Ying Zheng seemed to have heard this kind of mournful cry before. It was on the eve of the battle between Qin and Zhao, when Ying Zichu took him to the outskirts of Xianyang to listen to it.
That was the knife Chen Xuan told him about, and he was also the person who supported him the most now, no doubt about it.
"when……"
Another bell sounded, but the mournful cry seemed to disappear. Instead, it was accompanied by a dragon roar and a tiger roar, which Ying Zheng could hear clearly.
"...Who says I have no clothes? I share my robes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same hatred... Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. We will march together..."
The roar of dragons and tigers, just like what Ying Zheng heard outside Hangu Pass, awakened the blood deep in his heart.
Ying Zheng just stood there, as if waiting for the next bell to ring, but after a while, no new bell rang.
It seems that the bell will never ring again.
Ying Zheng looked at the darkness in the distance and the place where the bell sound came from. As if he had made a decision, he slowly walked into the darkness.
Darkness is still darkness.
No matter how far Ying Zheng walked or how long he walked, there was only darkness here.
The place where the bell sound came from seemed to be not far away, but Ying Zheng could never reach it, touch it, or see it.
What went wrong?
Ying Zheng looked around, as if trying to see something else, but after looking for a long time, it seemed that there was really nothing but darkness, and he couldn't even see the "wall" that was so close to him.
Wait, a wall?
Ying Zheng stretched out his hands and touched something next to him, as if trying to confirm that it was the "wall".
It still feels hard to the touch, but unlike the wall, it is too smooth.
Ying Zheng seemed to have thought of something, slowly put down his hands and took a few steps back.
A stagger almost knocked Ying Zheng down, and it seemed as if a chaos was enveloping Ying Zheng, trying to swallow him up.
Everything was forcing Ying Zheng to support and rely on the "wall" that was not a wall.
Ying Zheng did not resist.
There was no movement forward, no struggle, just standing there quietly in this chaos.
“Boom…Boom…”
It seemed like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and then being lifted up echoed in the darkness, dispersing all the chaos and rescuing Ying Zheng.
A team of soldiers appeared in front of Ying Zheng.
The soldiers' eyes were dull and they stood there as if they had no souls, just looking at Ying Zheng as if they had something to say.
These are the Qin Dynasty's clothing and armor.
"Which general are you guys under?"
Ying Zheng just stood there, looking at the soldiers in front of him.
As long as they are Qin soldiers, there will be no problem.
This is Ying Zheng’s confidence, and it is also the confidence that his identity brings him.
He is the King of Qin, the Emperor of Qin, and the heaven for all the Qin people.
No one will disrespect him, and no one will be dissatisfied with him.
"I have come to welcome the Emperor by order of Lord Wu'an."
The soldiers in front of him looked like one person, speaking the same words in the same voice, sitting in the same posture, and looking at the same person.
"Lord Wu'an? Under Wang He's command?"
Although Ying Zheng felt that there was something wrong with this group of soldiers, he couldn't think too much about it now. The most important thing now was to get out, get out of this chaos.
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