The prying eyes could not scare Kong Hanan.
The levels are different. Even if Kong Hanan has not yet been given the title of Fengdu Emperor, he is the King of Hell in the real sense.
He has countless demons and monsters under his command. He is not even afraid of ghosts, let alone a corpse.
Yes, it was a corpse.
The falling body.
The eyes looking at him through the crack in the door were nothing more than a dead person hanging upside down.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that my eyes were close to the crack in the door.
In fact, the claim that the deceased only has whites of his eyes and that his eyes will roll upwards is nonsense.
After a person dies, the pupils will dilate and the cornea will become cloudy, turning into an opaque grayish-white film instead of just the white of the eye.
Kong Hanan, who pushed the door open, did not fall into any strange area, nor did he encounter any evil spirits.
There wasn't much resentment in the room, but it was certainly a bit chilly.
This chill kept the corpses hanging upside down in the room preserved. It was probably done intentionally, as their eyes were all looking towards the door.
The imperial study looks simple from the outside, but that's only relative. In fact, the space inside is quite large.
But the windows were all closed, or something was stuck on them, making the light in the imperial study dim.
Opposite the door, there is a dragon throne with a vague figure sitting on it.
Skinny, long hair, long nails, and more, Kong Hanan couldn't see clearly.
"Oh, my good son and my good prime minister still don't dare to come to see me?"
"Please close the door. I'm old and can't stand the wind anymore..."
An old voice sounded, dry and tasteless, like the friction of a dry whetstone, which sounded quite harsh.
The vocal cords have become stiff and dry, and if I force myself to move them, I can only make sounds like this.
This is the sound of zombies talking.
Hou Qing, Hanba, and Ying Gou all spoke like this.
Kong Hanan was not in a hurry to do so. He needed to confirm the identity of the person he was talking to.
A zombie. Or something else.
Zombies are monsters whose souls have been destroyed and their brains are dead. They only have a few memories and instincts from their past lives.
This form does not represent the identity of the deceased during his lifetime.
"What should I call you?"
The dry voice sounded again.
"Oh, since I woke up after my death, everyone who came in would have to ask this question."
"Why, the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty, what else does he need to prove his identity now?"
"My surname is Jiang, and my given name is Xiaobai. If my good son hadn't usurped the throne, I might have been able to confer upon you the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households... Is this enough to introduce myself?"
Kong Hanan nodded.
"That's enough. I'll still address you as Your Majesty."
He turned around, nodded to Confucius, who was standing outside the door with worried eyes, and closed the door.
Kong Hanan is the Lord of the Underworld, Hades, and he has many ways to identify the other party.
But after all, it was a clone of the statue, and Kong Hanan was still a little unskilled in using it for the first time.
The Vertical Eye and the Book of Life and Death had just given him enough information feedback.
There is indeed a soul inside the corpse on the dragon throne. As he said, he was the last king of Qi and the first emperor of the Qi Dynasty.
Jiang Xiaobai.
This Jiang Xiaobai is not just a small bottle of wine.
Whether it was Duke Huan of Qi in Kong Hanan’s previous life or the Emperor of Qi in this life, they were both called this name.
Perhaps it was destined, or perhaps it was the same fate as those with the same name.
In Kong Hanan's previous life, Jiang Xiaobai was one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period. After his death, his children were unfilial and kept his body for sixty-seven days until maggots crawled out of the window.
In this life, the Great Qi Emperor Jiang Xiaobai's body was kept for half a year after his death.
"Everyone who came here before me called me the late emperor. I thought the world had forgotten my achievements, so I spent a lot of time changing my name from 'Zhen' to 'Your Majesty'. It's rare that you still call me Your Majesty."
"My body is a little stiff, and it's inconvenient for me to stand up to greet you. Could you please come closer? I can't see you clearly."
Kong Hanan nodded.
"If it were earlier, perhaps I could meet you sooner."
Facing the upside-down corpse, Kong Hanan walked towards the figure on the dragon throne.
"Actually, there's no such thing as forgetting or not forgetting. After a person dies, aside from the soul and the body, it doesn't necessarily mean that the person has completely vanished..."
"I believe that a person's life, after experiencing three deaths, can reach complete extinction, and you have avoided this situation."
The dry friction sound sounded again, gathering into a sentence.
"That's interesting. Tell me about it?"
Kong Hanan spoke as he carefully avoided the drooping hair and arms along the way.
"The first is the death of the body, which represents the end of life..."
"The second time is social death. Friends and family announce it to the public, and from then on, the social symbol of this person is erased..."
"The third time is the complete end. When the world's memory of this person is forgotten and no one thinks of him anymore, he is considered completely dead."
"Your Majesty, you are a legend. Even if the Great Qi Empire you founded is destroyed, it will leave a profound mark in history books, and no one will forget you."
Kong Hanan walked around all the upside-down corpses and came to the dragon throne.
"Heh, that's an interesting statement. You're much more patient than those mages and monks who came in before. At least you know how to comfort an old man like me."
"Tell me about yourself."
When I looked at the door just now, there was only a blurry figure on the dragon throne.
When I got closer and took a closer look, I saw that the old emperor's body had withered beyond recognition.
He tried to open and close his mouth, but it only vibrated slightly, not as noticeable as the vibration of his vocal cords.
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