Do you need to buy a coffin - Chapter 19
"What if all these souls were to vanish into thin air?"
This time, Ji Yu narrowed her eyes, glanced at the Hell Rock churning with molten lava, and nodded very reasonably, "A very good idea."
Yuan Cuiwei snorted, and the man could only indulge in empty words.
A discordant, defiant voice broke the solemn atmosphere.
"Hey, you stabbed me in the back, you're not just going to let it go like that, are you?"
Mu Yan looked helplessly at the person whose face clearly showed 'I'm unhappy', "I..."
"I understand." Chu Fan interrupted him. "You think that the last one left in the Twelve Palaces is either you or me, that I have no ability to protect myself, that guy went to Hell and made an enemy of the Underworld, so it's safer for me to stay in the Underworld, right? Honestly, you actually gave such a twisted reason after stabbing me in the back!"
"I didn't lie to you."
"I know, I know, it's just turning to ashes. If I were chosen, you'd throw me into this volcano to thwart that guy's plot, wouldn't you? And you'd definitely jump in with me, wouldn't you?"
"You're really just being delusional."
"You're really talking to yourself. You stabbed me without my consent, you sold me (to the underworld) without my consent, and you're even planning to commit suicide for love without my consent!"
Yuan Cuiwei: My teeth ache...
Standing on the crater's edge, Chu Fan took a deep breath. "Now it's my turn to speak for myself, isn't it?" He then glared at Mu Yan, who was struggling to push him away. "So, you're allowed to jump with me, but I can't?"
"Have you thought this through? You'll be reduced to ashes, and there will be no more Chu Fan in this world."
"Wrong. There are still people with the same first and last name."
With his teeth aching terribly, Yuan Cuiwei flicked his sleeve, creating a gust of wind that swept towards the two people at the crater's edge. "Please, you two, hurry up!"
"You old geezer, you attacked me from behind!"
Chu Fan's cursing voice came from the crater. Gushing lava gushed out of the crater, flowing down along the cracks and spreading in all directions.
Although the method was sad, the ending was good, and that was enough. Yuan Cuiwei thought to himself.
“Not necessarily.” Yi Xuan spoke seriously, making Yuan Cuiwei break out in a cold sweat, but the former then smiled. “The method may not be tragic.” He turned and looked provocatively at Ji Yu, who had been standing quietly. “For Mu Yan, it is a relief. As for Chu Fan, his soul remained pure until his death. Some people, however, have failed completely.”
Ji Yu burst out laughing, finding it utterly ridiculous. "I'll give you two words: 'Not necessarily.' Not necessarily, huh?"
Loud laughter echoed all around as Hell Rock erupted.
"Do you know about alchemy? It's said to have originated from the alchemical arts of the pre-Qin era, where minerals were refined in a furnace to create 'elixirs of immortality.' Later, the human body was likened to a furnace for cultivating essence, energy, and spirit, a practice known as internal alchemy. The Rock of Hell is quite a good furnace!"
Amidst the cacophony, Ji Yu's clear voice, deep and magnetic, possessed a penetrating power that shook the mind, stimulated the nerves, and plunged one into despair.
Yan, why won't you admit it? You're destined to be trapped in my hands for life. From beginning to end, the position I arranged for you was neither my assistant nor a "fading lover," but a "jackal," and the kind that devours people without spitting out the bones.
How could I not understand your thoughts? I've said before that you're an emotional person. For a fifty percent chance, you chose the path of "better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life." The "wolf" I need isn't just a butcher who has slaughtered thousands, but someone who will kill the one he loves. Although knowing you've fallen for Chu Fan makes me a little disappointed, this was part of the romantic storyline I planned for you. Otherwise, if you still loved me, things would be a bit complicated.
The erupting Hellrock raged for seven days, wreaking havoc on half of the Underworld.
At this point, the Underworld no longer cared about saving face; saving the Underworld was the top priority.
Adding to the vengeful ghosts that Ji Yu had previously released, the Underworld was too preoccupied to deal with the culprits, or rather, even if they wanted to pursue the matter, they no longer had the ability or the right to do so.
In the mortal realm, a new emperor ascends the throne and changes the era name to "Wu Yan".
Two years later, the young king launched a northern expedition and returned in triumph.
I predicted that in four years, a rebellion would break out in the court, resulting in the killing of more than two hundred treacherous officials and traitors.
I predicted that in five years, the imperial court would send troops to conquer the barbarian lands and capture them in one fell swoop.
I predict that in seven years, the world will be unified.
I have said it will last thirteen years.
Early morning.
The ministers discussed matters, arguing endlessly and creating a chaotic scene.
The young king sat high on the throne in the Golden Palace, oblivious to everything around him.
The eunuch, who was waiting on the side, saw the situation in the court escalating and, after glancing at the king who was lost in thought, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty."
The young king withdrew his gaze from the distant horizon, glanced at the various faces in the hall, and smiled.
"I suddenly remembered a story. I wonder if any of you have heard it before?"
The hall fell silent in an instant, and the officials were terrified of their lapse in composure.
"Once upon a time, there was a coffin seller who would always ask, 'Want to buy a coffin?' He also had three interesting rules: First, 'My coffins are only sold to the dead.' Second, 'Anyone who buys my coffin is doomed to die.' Third, 'Those who refuse will also perish.'"
They chose the one who spat the farthest, shouted the loudest, and had the most ferocious expression, and softly called him "Prime Minister." The latter turned pale and knelt down.
The young Wang leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and lazily raised the corners of his mouth.
"Do you need to buy a coffin?"
The young king, completely disregarding the terrified expressions of his ministers who were prostrate on the throne, slowly raised his head to look at the azure sky, his deep eyes concealing an unknown ambition.
I will always be the winner.
You're next.
A clear blue sky, with fluffy white clouds drifting by, as if a casual sound lingers in the clouds.
Human greed is always insatiable.
(END)