"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chu Li flew out and hit the copper window.
An old man stretched out his hand and Chu Li flew to him without hitting the window.
"Don't touch him!" Xu Zhenshan shouted.
The old man put down his hand and Chu Li fell to the ground, lying straight on the ground.
Xu Zhenshan stretched out his hand to feel Chu Li's pulse, then pressed his chest and forehead, looked up at the three old men, shook his head and said, "He died of exhaustion."
"Dead?" The three of them frowned.
Xu Zhenshan let go of his hand and motioned for them to try.
After exploring them one by one, they all shook their heads and sighed.
"This kid was a genius. It's too frustrating to die like this!" A burly old man with all white eyebrows sighed: "Although he was eager for quick success, his spiritual strength is really rare. This is the first time I heard that he was born in such a short period of time.
I can meet the golden body of the god."
"He has received a blow from the gods." A tall, thin old man next to him hummed: "How can the power of the gods be so easy to touch? Who in this world can withstand a blow from the gods!"
"He is looking for death." An old man with a round face shook his head and said, "Don't he know that the golden body of the God contains the power of the God? He is a smart man, this is suicide, but this method of suicide is also unique!"
All three nodded.
Anyone who is not stupid knows that the inner power of the golden body of the god is flowing, and if you touch it, you will be hit by the god's energy, and you will die if you touch it. He chose to touch it, which seems to be no different from seeking death.
"What a pity!" Xu Zhenshan sighed: "He is really a genius."
"There are countless geniuses who have died in this world." The tall and thin old man snorted: "He wants to die himself, who can stop him!... But this method of death is indeed unique, how can we arrange it for him?"
"Send the inner mausoleum and bury it outside the attached city." Xu Zhenshan shook his head and said: "Those who touch the golden body of the God of Heaven will never be allowed to enter the inner mausoleum. This is a forbidden law. Even if he dies, he will not be exempted from punishment and cannot be buried in it.
Mausoleum."
"...Well, that's fine, I think he has always wanted to go back." The round-faced old man sighed and said: "No wonder, he is young after all, how can he be willing to stay in Neiling for the rest of his life, unlike us old men."
All four of them had some feelings.
Xu Zhenshan sent Chu Li's stiffened body outside Chongwen Hall. Zhao Xuan came over and looked at Chu Li's body with a look of regret.
He valued Chu Li very much and felt that Xiao Lu had great potential to become a god. Unfortunately, he died so soon and could not get to know each other well.
"Old Zhao, a dead person cannot be resurrected. Although he has been struck by the gods and cannot be saved by any panacea, we must be prepared for accidents. You first release him to Jingtian Pavilion, and after seven days, send him out of the imperial mausoleum and outside the attached city.
Buried."
"Yes." Zhao Xuan nodded.
He carried Chu Li to a hall in Jingtian Pavilion.
This hall is windy and extremely cold, and corpses will not rot if placed here.
Seven days later, Zhao Xuan came over and saw that Chu Li's body was as stiff as stone and had no abnormality, so he sent him away from the imperial mausoleum and went directly to a cemetery outside the attached city, found a coffin, and put him in it.
After he was buried, three pine trees were planted at the head of the pit to build a tomb for Lu Xuzhou.
After finishing his work, Zhao Xuan drank a few sips of wine in front of the grave, sprinkled it in front of the grave, shook his head and sighed for a while, and left.
In the early morning, Xiao Qi left the wing with a tired look and came to the small courtyard.
The courtyard was very quiet, except for the crisp chirping of birds, there was no other sound.
She was a little unaccustomed to not having Chu Li around. Even if Chu Li sat on the couch in the house to practice Qigong and meditate, she would feel peaceful.
She knew that Chu Li entered the inner mausoleum and transformed into Lu Xuzhou to find out the secret of the inner mausoleum and know himself and the enemy so that he could face the emperor.
But seven days have passed and he has not come back. This is an extremely rare situation.
She has a keen intuition. She has been uneasy for the past seven days, and she always feels ominous on a whim. She feels that something has happened to Chu Li, but the Neiling is a place she cannot touch, and the news about the Neiling cannot be spread.
She didn't sleep well last night again. Whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of Chu Li's death always appeared, so she could only get up and meditate to eliminate distracting thoughts. However, the thought that something happened to Chu Li was always present and kept running away.
He came out to disturb her and made her meditate, but she was also filled with distracting thoughts and couldn't control herself.
She felt something was wrong, and she couldn't help but let people pry into Lu Xuzhou's news.
"Boom!" There was a knock on the door from outside.
"Come in!" Xiao Qi hung up the white gauze, and her beautiful face was covered by the white gauze.
The door of the house was pushed open, and soon a handsome young man came in and whispered: "Madam, I heard the news about Lu Xuzhou."
"Where is he?" Xiao Qi asked lightly, her eyes shining on the boy.
This is a waiter from a restaurant in the nearby city. He is her spy, and he is quite loyal.
The boy whispered: "He is dead. A guard of the inner mausoleum named Zhao bought him a coffin and buried him in the cemetery outside the city."
"Dead!" Xiao Qiming's eyes flashed and she said calmly.
The boy nodded softly: "It was Old Li Tou from the coffin shop who said it. He saw it with his own eyes and said he had been dead for seven days and had not rotted yet, but it would soon."
Xiao Qi calmly nodded and said: "Well, I understand, you can go ahead."
She took out a piece of silver from her sleeves and threw it to the boy.
The boy quickly thanked him, quietly left the house, and closed the door.
Xiao Qi waited for him to leave, then stood up slowly while holding on to the stone table. Her body became weak and her graceful body trembled slightly.
She took a deep breath to calm down, but she couldn't do it anyway. There were only two words in her mind, dead... dead... dead...
She couldn't believe the news.
Deep in her mind, she has full confidence in Chu Li. Even if everyone dies, he will not die. He has superb martial arts skills and extraordinary wisdom. No matter how difficult the situation is, he has a way to escape. Even if he faces
Even the gods will not die.
But after these seven days of suffering, she always had a sense of ominousness. When she heard the news again, she couldn't resist and could only believe it.
She didn't want to believe it, she didn't want to believe it.
Chu Li still has too many things to do. After all his painstaking efforts, he has not yet killed King An, has not yet become a god, has not yet been able to dominate the world, has not yet fully married himself, has not yet had children, and has not enjoyed the happiness of a family relationship.
He was busy all day long, busy for the Duke's mansion, busy for himself and his second sister, but he had nothing and never really stopped to enjoy anything!
She couldn't believe that Chu Lizhen would leave her one day, and that she would never see him again!
She covered her heart, as if a sword was being twisted violently.
"Poof!" She opened her mouth and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the white gauze red.
The white gauze was taken off and thrown aside. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The pain seemed to tear her into pieces, but she couldn't moan. The sky and the earth lost their color, and her ears lost their hearing.
Chu Li's figure suddenly flashed in her eyes. Chu Li seemed to be sitting at the stone table, slowly picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, smiling at her.
"Pfft!" She spat out another mouthful of blood and was about to collapse.
She suddenly shook her head vigorously, refusing to believe the news. She wanted to see for herself, maybe it was not Chu Li who died, but the real Lu Xuzhou. (To be continued.)