Chapter 758 - 35: I Know
In the last instant.
Tu Shou only saw a ponytail.
Then, the figure in front of him disappeared.
The Holy Cabinet Knight was gone.
Even the surrounding black mist vanished.
Because the opponent’s speed was too fast, the raging Spirit compressed the surrounding mist, creating a vacuum around Tu Shou.
"..."
Tu Shou was dumbfounded, recalling the last instant he saw the ponytail.
In an instant, he remembered someone.
He took a few steps back, then sat down on the ground, his face turning pale with fear at first.
Then, it turned red with excitement.
On the other side.
Drip—
At a certain moment.
The Fallen Angel, who had paused in place, seemed to have heard the ticking of a clock.
He realized something was wrong, his brown pupils immediately split, turning into two intertwined pupils, slowly shifting to the side.
Next.
In the next second.
He returned to normal, the evil aura around him surged again, his right hand suspended in mid-air continued forward with a whoosh, the sharp nails once again aiming for Old Hong’s temple.
Old Hong’s still pupils also changed, witnessing the opponent’s hand swinging toward his temple, his pupils shrank rapidly into a point.
At the critical moment.
He suddenly saw a silver line flash before his eyes.
Next.
The Fallen Angel’s right arm suddenly stopped, then... fell to the ground.
Bang—
A soft sound.
The Fallen Angel maintained his forward-leaning posture, but his arm was gone, leaving only a smooth, mirror-like cut.
It was unclear whether it was due to the Demon’s unique body structure or because it was severed too quickly.
Not even a drop of blood splattered out.
The Fallen Great Angel showed a puzzled expression, looked at his own right arm wound, then glanced forward.
Old Hong was also stunned, looking forward as well.
Chen Lusi stood in front of him, holding the blade, slightly turned sideways, with a calm expression, his right arm naturally hanging down, the tip of the Tai’e Blade slowly dripping with foul-smelling blood.
In his other hand, he was gripping Arakel Tuck’s hair, dragging him like a dead dog.
His face was full of pain... the side effect of his Authority Ability warning, the pain of his soul being scourged.
The unbearable pain drove him mad, making him lose his mind, constantly struggling.
But no matter how he struggled, Chen Lusi still held his hair tightly.
"I don’t like playing your game."
Chen Lusi looked at the puzzled Fallen Angel and said calmly, "If we really have to play, I’m not interested in your proposed ancient game. I’ll propose a game instead—this game is called ’Guess the Time of Death.’ You guess how many minutes it will take me to cut off your head."
"..."
In the dead silence.
Lamar Aihai looked at the Fallen Angel’s right arm on the ground, then at Arakel Tuck being dragged by Chen Lusi’s left hand, opened his mouth, eyes wide open, pupils trembling.
...What happened?
How did he do it?
Why!?
Why is Arakel Tuck here???
How much time had passed?
One second?
Two seconds?
Why on earth!!? What on earth happened!!!?
On the other side.
Old Hong also glanced at the Fallen Angel’s right arm on the ground and Arakel Tuck being dragged by Chen Lusi’s left hand, completely stunned.
He looked at Chen Lusi’s broad back.
The back turned towards him didn’t fit the surrounding silence at all, like a volcano about to erupt, full of life.
It had an indescribable aura.
...Like a god.
Old Hong was a bit mesmerized.
He didn’t know how Chen Lusi did it either.
But at that moment, he fully understood Tu Shou’s thoughts, understood the reason for his intense worship.
Meanwhile.
He truly felt it was worth it.
Not only had he witnessed a drama-like plot.
But at that moment, he witnessed a hot-blooded manga plot.
Choice?
What choice?
Our Celestial Strategy Mansion’s Celestial Strategy will solve it all together!!!
...
"Not bad."
Handan.
The Emperor Shi was walking back.
Halfway.
He suddenly stopped, then, as if evaluating something, he gave his assessment: "Not a waste of the Taie Blade."
Some people around heard him and glanced at him strangely.
But no one disturbed him.
And the Emperor Shi quickly returned to normal and continued walking forward.
Soon.
He returned to that small noodle shop.
It was already nighttime.
Although it wasn’t the evening rush hour.
But there were at least more customers than at the awkward time around four in the afternoon.
So that kind-hearted lady boss was a bit busy and didn’t notice Ying Zheng’s rare nighttime visit for noodles.
However.
Her son, the little boy, did notice.
After Ying Zheng sat down, he came over surprised and greeted, "Uncle..."
"A bowl of noodles, please."
Without waiting for him to finish, Ying Zheng interrupted, "Exactly the same as before."
The little boy found it a bit strange but didn’t ask much more and directly went to tell his mother.
Meanwhile, Ying Zheng patiently waited, both for the noodles and for the enemy’s arrival.
This time.
The noodles took a bit longer to come.
About a dozen minutes.
The little boy then appeared before Ying Zheng with the noodles.
He placed the noodles on Ying Zheng’s table and finally asked the question he was curious about: "Uncle, are you hungry tonight?"
"..."
This time Ying Zheng didn’t rush to pick up the chopsticks. Instead, he turned to look at the boy, and calmly replied, "No, just a bit reluctant. The world has changed a lot, and there are still many things I haven’t seen.
I don’t even know why you can make the grains so delicious, but time is running out. Those things I haven’t had time to see, those things I haven’t had time to understand, I can only give up.
But before that, I want to feel the warmth of life again, once more as a person, to feel the warmth of life, to eat a delicious meal."
"..."
The little boy pulled a face.
What this uncle said was still as hard to understand as ever.
He couldn’t comprehend it.
Seeing the boy’s expression, Ying Zheng didn’t look away as usual and suddenly chuckled lightly.
"..."
It was the first time the little boy had seen this uncle smile, and he stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized and became bolder, cheerfully saying, "Uncle, the Bai Qi you mentioned last time, I know who he is! He’s a Grand General! A Grand General from the Warring States Period!"
"Hmm."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng slowly put away his smile, nodded, then looked at the innocent little boy who had lost his father and lived with his mother, and asked, "Do you read history?"
"...No, I asked my mom."
The little boy felt a bit embarrassed: "She said I couldn’t understand those history books, so she told me directly."
"Hmm... that’s fine too."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng seemed to recall a slightly distant memory, his expression somewhat hazy.
At that time, many things were also told to him by his unqualified mother.
However.
The haze came quickly but left just as fast.
Soon.
Ying Zheng snapped back to reality, looked back at the little boy, and suddenly said, "Do you know who Ying Zheng is? If you don’t know, you might want to check..."
But before he could finish.
The boy interrupted excitedly, "Oh, I know this! No need to check the history books! Ying Zheng is Emperor Qin Shi Huang! The timeless emperor!"
"..."
Ying Zheng’s expression remained calm; he only looked at the little boy who was just as tall as the table, paused for a moment, and nodded: "Hmm."
"Everyone knows that! Who doesn’t know Emperor Qin Shi Huang!"
The boy added, "That’s way too easy. Next time, ask something harder, Uncle!"
Ying Zheng nodded again: "Hmm."
"Then Uncle, go ahead and eat."
The boy seemed to faintly hear his mother’s call, turned around but didn’t forget to remind, "Next time, remember to ask about more challenging people."
With that said.
He hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
Ying Zheng watched him leave, then looked at the other patrons.
The other patrons also seemed to have heard their conversation and chuckled softly.
But there was no malice, just purely finding it amusing.
Someone joked with a smile, "Who doesn’t know Emperor Shi."
Ying Zheng heard it.
He didn’t say anything.
He just looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.
The broth reflected his face and a touch of a smile in his eyes.
Then, the next second.
His figure disappeared... and appeared above the High Seas.