5 Dayu's flood control
◎Spoiler Death◎
"Be careful and wait for the craftsman to come back." Zhu Heng gave an instruction, took a step with his long legs, sat down on the bed in the guest room, and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
So hungry.
In the past, he could use those extraordinary abilities at will, but after being trapped here for three days, without food and injured, he now feels dizzy when he exerts any effort.
The actress felt sleepy as soon as she entered the room. Without hesitation, she fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The young peasant girl gently nudged her shoulder, but she didn't move. The young peasant girl frowned, thinking that this symptom of sleepiness really did resemble a sign of pregnancy.
The actress slept restlessly, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The peasant girl took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off her face, asking worriedly, "Is the craftsman okay?"
He grabbed the corner of the diary in the actress's arms and tried to pull it out, but the diary did not move at all.
Tao Ran was so amused that even after all this, the actress still held on to him tightly.
Zhu Heng's gaze penetrated Tao Ran and fell on the actress.
For some reason, when she was awake, she always kept her eyes on him. And the feeling she gave him became increasingly strange, a sadness that surged over him like a tide, suffocating him and almost making him unable to breathe.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally looked away and briefly told everyone what he had just seen on the deck: "The craftsmen are fine for now, let's see what they are going to do first."
Tao Ran listened to this, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "That's right. Dayu was a sage. A sage controls floods for the benefit of the people. He wouldn't target us, his 'descendants', would he?"
After pondering this, the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground. He clenched his fist and pounded it into his palm, feeling a little relieved. "I think that loudspeaker is more dangerous. What's the story of spoiling it? The whole family will be killed. Oh, don't we Chinese know the story of Dayu controlling the flood? Who would I spoil it to?"
The scholar took off his black boots and casually picked up the peasant girl's topic: "If you ask me, why didn't the Qin Dynasty craftsmen stay here? What would they do if they went back? How many of those who built the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor had a good end? The Second Qin Emperor died during a turbulent time. It wasn't easy."
He lifted his black boots upside down and shook out the gravel inside. Just as he was about to put them back on, his hands suddenly stopped.
The scholar stared at the pile of stuff that had been poured out, wondering: Where did this sand and gravel come from?
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The craftsman stood at the door in a daze, his hand suspended in mid-air, his curled fingers trembling slightly.
The scholar's last words resonated in his heart.
Qin...died in the second generation?
Hidden in the shadows, the speaker quietly raised its tail: [Oh no, I got spoiled.]
"What's wrong?" asked the deputy chief who had brought him back from behind the craftsman. "Why don't you go into the house?"
The craftsman's face was pale, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He was so shocked by what was about to happen that he didn't notice the deputy leader leaning so close to him, practically touching his back. There was a hint of chill in his tone.
The deputy leader glanced into the room and said something like a bait to seduce people: "Are you surprised now? Are you thinking that it would be nice to stay here instead of going back?"
The craftsman lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Stay...here?
The deputy leader seemed to have sensed something unusual, his face lit with delight. He leaned in closer, seemingly savoring the air. At this moment, the craftsman's rich vitality slowly emerged from his body like wisps of white smoke, being absorbed entirely by the deputy leader. However, one strand of it emerged dishonestly.
A glint of greed flashed in the deputy leader's eyes, and he quickly reached out to grab it, swallowing the wisp of life without hesitation. He greedily sniffed the lingering scent of the craftsman in the air, and his body visibly grew stronger.
Yes, he ate it.
He finally got his food.
For a moment, the craftsman's body seemed to become thin, and his muscles withered into a thin layer of skin, draped over his skeleton, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment...
At this moment, several screams were heard from inside the house.
The craftsman was so shocked by the screams that he shuddered all over and regained his composure in an instant. He shook his head violently, shouldered the deputy leader aside, and pushed the door open without hesitation.
What came into view was an extremely strange scene.
The actress and her diary were still lying quietly on the bed, while the peasant girl beside her was biting her lower lip, her hands tightly grasping the bed sheet, her eyes looking at somewhere in the room in horror.
Tao Ran, with his flamboyant blond hair, slumped on the ground, his face almost bloodless. He was the one who had caused the screams just now.
As for Zhu Heng...
The handsome man looked calm. He glanced at the craftsman, stood up to make way for him, and asked casually, "Are you back?"
The craftsman nodded in response, feeling a little uneasy.
Without Zhu Heng's obstruction, the craftsman finally saw the true situation inside the house. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, and a chill ran through his heart.
The source of everyone's panic was actually the scholar.
The scholar sat alone, beside the bed against the wall, his right leg crossed at his knee, his black boots still on. From beneath his feet flowed a thick, crimson liquid, like a river of blood. The scholar's lower body seemed to be scorching, twisting and melting in the heat. A sickening scene unfolded before his eyes.
He stared blankly at his gradually disappearing lower body, but felt no pain at all.
[System Warning! Spoiler, your whole family will die! Spoiler, your whole family will die——]
A certain speaker suddenly popped out, and the devilish sound filled the room.
Everyone, including the scholar, finally understood what the first rule of watching TV dramas meant.
The people who cannot be spoiled are not the historical figures in the play, but the audience present, who come from different dynasties.
Unfortunately, the craftsman overheard what the scholar had just revealed about the end of the Qin Dynasty.
The scholar looked down at his own half body, which was left only. In an invisible place, it seemed as if a flame was burning him. He slowly raised his head and forced a wry smile at everyone: "Can you... save me?"
"How, how can we save him?" Tao Ran's voice was trembling, and he sounded like he was about to cry.
The scholar was stunned. He didn't know.
He didn't know how to save himself. He had never seen a world like this, nor had he been on such a big ship. He didn't know why a string could talk, nor did he understand what that trumpet-shaped thing was.
He doesn't understand anything about TV dramas or getting into a role.
He only knew that many years after the Tang Dynasty, in the distant future, there would be a dynasty called Song, and countless years after that, there would be people like Zhu Heng who dressed strangely and seemed to know everything.
But his Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty that was subservient to all barbarians and received tribute from all nations, the Tang Dynasty that seemed to never decline, had long been lost in the long river of history and became a tiny speck of dust.
Zhu Heng stood up.
The noisy speaker was placed on the ceiling against the corner. He relied on his height to step onto the bed, spread his five fingers and easily pressed the speaker mouth, and said impatiently: "It's so noisy."
The speaker was blocked: [???]
Putting his hands back into his trouser pockets, Zhu Heng glanced over, tilted his head slightly towards the scholar, and fixed his cold gaze on the craftsman: "How much did you just hear?"
The craftsman paused, his dark face showing a slight blush of guilt: "I heard everything."
Tao Ran cried even harder: "Not only did I arrive at the right time, but I also have good hearing. If only one of these conditions wasn't met, it would be fine."
The scholar looked at Tao Ran and sighed: "I didn't cry, why are you crying?"
The voice that was spoken out was trembling.
The whole room was filled with unease. Only Zhu Heng seemed to be out of the picture. He nodded and said, "That's easy."
He turned to the scholar and asked, "How many generations did it take for the Qin Dynasty to fall?"
The craftsman was about to cover his ears, but Zhu Heng stopped him and said, "Listen too."
Several eyes were fixed on Zhu Heng.
Are you dissatisfied that the scholar didn't die quickly enough?
Zhu Heng didn't explain. He looked at the scholar's life fading away and urged him again: "Answer me."
The scholar stared at Zhu Heng's eyes. Perhaps it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a brilliant and colorful color in the depths of those dark eyes.
There was an inexplicable voice in my heart telling me to believe him.
Trust this man.
So the scholar hesitated for two seconds, and finally said: "The second generation will die."
"What was the final outcome of those who built the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?" Zhu Heng asked again.
The scholar glanced at the craftsman.
"Why are you looking at him? Look at me." Zhu Heng snapped his fingers, drawing the scholar's attention back. "Reply the same way you just said."
The scholar said: "...it won't end well."
The craftsman lowered his eyelids and the expression in his eyes could not be seen.
Zhu Heng turned around and rapped twice on the speaker: "Did you hear that? I was the one who asked the spoiler question. You can send the scholar back now."
trumpet:"?"
Everyone: “???”
The speaker angrily said, "He spoiled the plot! He's going to die a miserable death!"
Zhu Heng's eyebrows jumped. "We viewers love spoilers. What's your opinion?"
Tao Ran was stunned.
After two seconds, he reacted.
yes.
Some people hate spoilers, and some people love them.
How can being forced to reveal spoilers and actively asking for spoilers be considered the same thing?
Zhu Heng asked not enough, he turned to look at the craftsman: "What about you?"
This matter concerned the scholar's life and death. The craftsman hesitated for a moment, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. Finally, he nodded: "Yes, I don't mind this... spoiler."
He paused, not quite used to the word spoiler. According to his own understanding, it probably meant the same as revealing a secret.
No wonder they say spoilers will kill the whole family.
After all, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. If this kind of thing is done too often, future generations will suffer retribution.
The blood that was flowing on the ground suddenly stopped and even began to flow back slowly. The red and white human tissues on the ground reconstructed the scholar's lower body. The room was silent for a while.
Loudspeaker: […Great.]
With so many people bullying it, is there any law or order?
Tao Ran breathed a sigh of relief and then went to look at the craftsmen: "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
The craftsman remembered what had happened outside the door, but he hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly and shook his head, saying, "No, they were very polite to me."
Perhaps the craftsman's shy expression was in stark contrast to his stern appearance, and Tao Ran's attention was focused on this contrast, so he didn't notice the suspicious pause in his tone.
He hummed and nodded in relief: "That's good, they have a conscience."
Zhu Heng got off the bed and paused as he passed by the craftsman. He reached out and patted the craftsman on the shoulder.
The craftsman turned to look at him.
Zhu Heng turned his face away and said calmly in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Staying here is indeed a feasible option, but I don't recommend it."
The craftsman glanced at him, his tone without doubt and his expression without any fluctuation, and simply asked, "Why?"
Why would you say such words to a person whose country is about to be destroyed, who will not have a good end, and who can only wait for death under a harsh rule after returning?
Zhu Heng's eyes quickly swept over the craftsman. He leaned forward, close to the craftsman's ear, and his voice was like the melting snow flowing in a mountain stream, with a bone-chilling coldness and a bewitching charm: "Because... you are not from Qin, are you?"
After saying that, Zhu Heng smiled, stood up, walked back to the bed slowly, lifted the side that was soiled by him, and sat down again.
The craftsman stood where he was, without looking back, feeling as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his body, making him feel both cool and numb.
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Tao Ran rushed to Zhu Heng, kneading his shoulders and back, flattering him: "Are you tired? Are you thirsty? I'll massage you. If you have any instructions, just tell me. I'll go through fire and water for you!"
The young peasant girl handed the scholar a bag of water. There wasn't much water in it, only about half full.
The scholar took the water, hesitated for a few seconds, turned around and threw it directly to Zhu Heng.
Zhu Heng glanced at it casually, took the water, and held it in his hand without drinking it.
"Really?" He weighed the water bag and said slowly, "Then find me something to eat. I'm starving."
Tao Ran: "Ah."
"Can you do it?" Zhu Heng glanced at him.
Tao Ran: "...or you could just kill me."
【Author’s words】
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