Chapter 81 She could only watch your death.
As soon as he finished speaking, the attendant drew his sword.
The copper blade gleamed coldly, reflecting the smiling faces of the concubines, which resembled fox faces.
Xu Yu stood in the middle of the line, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Whether it was the terrible weather or the bamboo tube in his arms, the spasm in his heart hadn't stopped since they approached the Shouxian Palace. The line advanced slowly, but it didn't feel like a tribute. The open palace gates seemed like gaping mouths, the long line being pushed forward inch by inch like melons, those who went in never to return.
He looked up and saw that it would be quite a while before it was his turn. Xu Yu saw the scattered bloodstains on the steps and raised his hand to his chest. He felt a little relieved when he could feel the outline of the bamboo tube in his palm.
In any case, he always had an advantage over others.
"I won't die," Xu Yu comforted himself.
As he was thinking this, he was suddenly shoved.
Xu Yu snapped out of his daze and looked up.
A face flashed by in the pupil. The look of terror on the face of the person before him was fixed in Xu Yu's eyes, sliding down like water droplets, leaving afterimages.
The guards, clad in iron armor, filed out.
Varied……
He suddenly looked up:
Weren't we just tasting the food? What happened inside the palace?!
"Let's see who dares to kill me!"
In this life-or-death situation, an astonishing volume erupted from Xu Yu's chest. His shouts, forming a wave of sound, reverberated even to the ears of the two intimate figures within the palace. Di Xin, who had been caressing Daji's shoulder and neck, paused, a look of confusion on his face: "Who is shouting outside?"
Daji touched her lips and said, "Wow, that's a loud voice!"
A moment later, someone entered to report. The attendant who came to report knelt on one knee and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, someone in the Imperial Kitchen claims to have obtained a rare item and wants to present it to us!"
"Food?"
King Zhou was curious.
Today is the morning banquet. Besides food, what else can these chefs bring out?
The attendant shook his head: "No, it seems to be related to the royal kitchen steward."
Since this was one of his favorites, King Zhou became interested. He waved his hand and said, "Bring him in."
Outside the hall, Xu Yu and his attendants were also facing off.
The bronze knife struck the surface of the tube, revealing a hint of red at the cut. Xu Yu's shout had clearly startled the attendants present; it sounded like he had a backup plan, and killing the wrong person could cost them their lives. The attendants dared not make a decision on their own and went into the hall to consult the king.
Fortunately, the person who went to report it came out quickly.
Ignoring the stares of everyone, he pointed his knife at Xu Yu and said, "Come with me."
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
The servants were glad they had hesitated, and Xu Yu was lucky that he had made the right bet.
Inside the palace, King Zhou was waiting.
As soon as Xu Yu entered the room, he knelt down and cried out, "Long live the King!"
"No need for formalities," King Zhou said, sitting with his legs spread wide and leaning forward. "What do you wish to offer?"
He uttered terrifying words with a smile: "Remember, you've only survived to this day because you aroused my interest. If what you bring out doesn't meet my expectations, I'll make you a member of the flesh forest."
Xu Yu's face was deathly pale, and he was drenched in sweat: "This servant dares not!"
He held up the chipped bamboo tube in his hand, trembling: "Your Majesty, please look!"
A palace maid took the bamboo tube and presented it, then broke the seal. The contents were poured onto a plate and presented to the concubines and the king.
King Zhou stared intently at the red object on the plate, then slammed his fist on the table and rose to his feet: "How dare you deceive me!"
The red flesh trembled slightly on the plate, glistening with blood and flesh, as if it had just been picked. He had dismembered and executed several people, and had eaten human sacrifices since childhood. Di Xin knew every human organ like the back of his hand. He recognized it as a tongue at first glance, which, in Di Xin's eyes, was nothing short of a provocation.
Xu Yu quickly explained, "King Zhou, please calm your anger! This is what I want to offer; it is what I received in my dream last night."
"In a dream?"
Di Xin's expression turned cold, but he calmed down slightly: "I'd like to hear how you plan to explain this."
"How could I dare to lie to Your Majesty?" he said. "I was sleeping soundly last night when I saw a fairy being brought by clouds. He said that the royal chef lacked spiritual power and died because he could not withstand the power of this tongue. Therefore, the fairy took back the tongue and gave it to me. He said that only with this tongue can I use its power to serve Your Majesty!"
King Zhou raised an eyebrow: "You're saying this is the tongue of the royal chef?"
King Zhou only cared about the tongue, so he didn't care much when people died.
As the situation stabilized, Xu Yu's thoughts became clearer: "Yes, there's a piece of paper inside the tube. It explains how to transfer the tongue."
The palace maid poured paper out of the tube again...
A blank sheet of paper.
When King Zhou saw that there was no word on the altar, he was about to become angry again.
Xu Yu, valuing his life, thought exceptionally fast: "Perhaps only I can see this dream of the immortal! It says that if I pull out my tongue and put it into the mouth of this tongue given to me by the immortal, I can make it my own."
"Someone come here!"
King Zhou sat back up and pulled Daji into his arms: "Pull out his tongue."
Before Xu Yu could react, the servants stepped forward and grabbed him from both sides. One of them used a candlestick to press against his upper and lower palates, forcing his mouth to open to its maximum extent, fully exposing his tongue.
Just as she was about to make her move, Daji said with interest, "Why don't we find someone from the Imperial Kitchen? The tongue has to be peeled off completely, otherwise what if we put it on and don't want to use it? It'd be a waste of such a good thing!"
After saying that, she gave a sweet laugh.
"My beloved concubine is truly intelligent and quick-witted." King Zhou flicked his finger across her nose. "Then let's find someone skilled in butchering."
Before long, a person arrived outside the hall.
Xu Yu met his gaze; it was the same man he had chatted with that morning. Both men looked grim, their faces reflecting the death knell in each other's eyes. The man, knife in hand, plunged it into Xu Yu's mouth. He had only ever cut pig's tongue before; the knife cut deep, close to the base of the tongue. The blade slid through the membrane, tearing out the veins, churning them in the spurting blood. A gurgling sound filled the air; intense pain ripped at Xu Yu's nerves, making him want to vomit. His vision blurred, alternating between white and black, making it difficult to make out the faces of those before him. He could only suppress his hatred with fear, staring at the two men seated there who could so easily take another's life.
Why is it so simple to be born, yet so difficult to survive?
Even with painstaking efforts and meticulous planning, one may still not have a good end.
So difficult, so painful...
Humans are not as free as humans, and even less free than the animals in the forest.
It is because this king is cruel that human life is so cheap.
If only someone could pull them down.
Tears welled up in his eyes and mingled with the blood gushing from his mouth.
If someone could pull him off the throne...
My vision was blurred, and the scene before me was squeezed out by my droopy eyelids. I could see the concubine on the high seat, looking at me with a smile. Her face, through the blur, peeled away its outer layer, and slowly revealed the fine hairs along its edges.
yes……
He tried hard to make out:
Pointed ears and long eyes.
It's a fox.
This vixen is a fox spirit!?
He broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly came to his senses.
Then he felt someone put something into his mouth.
In an instant, the pain stopped.
The blood stopped flowing, and a warm current began to spread from the mouth to the already cold body.
The white light that had covered her eyes had faded, and her vision returned to normal. Daji still had that beautiful face, without a trace of her fox-like nature.
Unable to suppress the nausea, Xu Yu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
With your mouth clean, the view inside is now clear.
The gaping hole left by his pulled tongue had been filled in. Apart from the continuous flow of blood, his mouth was completely healed. King Zhou stared wide-eyed in astonishment at this sight.
It's true!
Wang Shanzai's tongue was removed, and Xu Yu was indeed chosen to assemble it.
The fact that the immortals are concerned about Emperor Xin proves that the current dynasty is enjoying great prosperity!
"Good! Good, good, good!"
If he is God's chosen one, it wouldn't hurt to spare his life.
A person walked out of the long queue outside the courtyard and entered the hall, hanging up a wooden plaque. It read:
Lin Family Snacks.
Apart from them, no one was spared.
.
The Lin family, far away in Chentang Pass, knew nothing of what had happened in Chaoge.
For example, Pingyu kept staring at the direction Nezha left without losing her focus.
The boy moved quickly and arrived at the place where Little Gray shared vision in just a few moments.
Seeing that the Taoist priest was still disheveled, Nezha sneered: "What, didn't you jump into the river yesterday?"
The Taoist's smile froze.
He thought to himself, "I've discovered that you're really bad at chatting," but on the surface he said, "Haha... young friend, your mouth really needs some practice."
"Mind your own business." He tilted his head back, fully aware of the cricket in the Taoist's heart. Nezha glanced back, still somewhat uneasy, and said quickly, "What did you mean by yesterday's brocade pouch?"
He just wanted the answer, and once he got it, he'd leave.
Incidentally...
The boy raised his hand, holding the gold ring in his palm.
He frowned, narrowed his eyes, and his fighting spirit rose: it would be best to tie this person up and take him back; all uncontrollable factors had to be under his control.
Nezha, being straightforward, asked the question directly.
He got straight to the point, leaving the Taoist speechless. The man picked up a strand of his oil-soaked hair, pointed at him, and said, "Why don't you open the brocade pouch again and take a closer look? The answers are all inside."
In an instant, a golden light suddenly appeared.
Nezha's pupils were filled with gold, and his face was blurred by the light. Threads of light were drawn from the opening of the brocade pouch and rose up, weaving into a net that covered him from top to bottom.
not good!
Having opened the brocade pouch before, he had lowered his guard. Unexpectedly, he fell into this person's trap and was now ensnared by the magical artifact. The Qiankun Ring reacted extremely quickly, striking the net of light threads. However, it too was caught within it and stuffed into the brocade pouch along with its master.
The bright light vanished in an instant, and the boy disappeared without a trace.
The old donkey hummed a few times and moved closer. The Taoist bent down and scooped the brocade pouch from the ground into his hand.
"Come on, little one."
He tossed the embroidered fabric in his hand, held it up to his eyes, and said, "I'm taking you back."
The Taoist's voice could be clearly heard through the brocade pouch. Nezha was trapped in a cramped space with a table and chairs. Nezha glanced at the hot tea on the table, his emotions calm. He had been too careless and fallen into someone else's trap. He knew he couldn't escape until he smashed through the hole. After considering the Taoist's words, Nezha responded, "Do you know I am a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren of the Golden Light Cave?"
"I know." Hearing that the child was trying to use his connections to pressure him, the Taoist laughed out loud: "Do you know that this magic treasure was given to me by your master to take you back?"
Nezha: !?
He immediately and arbitrarily concluded: "You're lying!"
Why did Master arrest him for no reason?
The Taoist priest tucked him into his clothes and said, "Why didn't I arrest you? The golden statue in the temple has already been cast, why aren't you going to receive incense offerings? He told me to take you to the temple."
Clang!
Apart from the loud bang, there was no other sound.
"Let me out!" Unable to use his master as a figurehead, Nezha suddenly ripped off his peaceful facade. His face contorted into a ferocious expression, and black energy emanated from his body, making him resemble a vengeful ghost. Nezha's voice was filled with malice: "Pingyu is still waiting for me to return!"
"You've reminded me of something," the Taoist snorted, showing no mercy. He said angrily, "I'm going to complain to your master about you! I gave you the brocade pouch so you'd know when to leave, not so you'd talk too much! I'd like to ask Master Taiyi, does that mean that just because his disciple has fulfilled his destiny, he can't let other disciples succeed?"
The moment he finished speaking, Nezha understood the meaning behind his words. Was Pingyu's destiny death? These people spoke so casually, as if they didn't know the pain until the knife was on their own bodies. Those two lines of prophecy already foreshadowed Pingyu's tumultuous fate; even if he didn't die, he would suffer greatly. This was absolutely not what Nezha wanted to see! He pressed on, his tone sharp: "Are you telling me to turn a blind eye to her death?"
Taiyi Zhenren wanted him dead, but he brought trouble upon himself.
His master told him to sever all worldly ties and abandon his mortal body!
Why did this person want Pingyu to die?
Just because she was destined to die, should we just watch her lose her life?
What kind of master behaves like this!
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest was not angered.
He retorted, "So what?"
The Taoist priest stopped putting the brocade pouch into his robes, his gaze fixed on it. The man's eyes were sharp, scrutinizing each word:
"When fate is about to arrive, can't she just turn a blind eye to your death?"
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