From ancient times to the present, there are many princes, generals and ministers who pursue immortality.
Among them, there are countless people who died a good death because of excessive obsession. Pills are not a good thing. Taking too much will only damage your body.
Just like her father, he indulged in the elixirs refined by the sorcerers every day. The more he ate, the worse his health became. Gradually, he became worse and worse, turning into a pot of medicine.
What Zhou Fuwei seeks is not immortality.
Rebirth and rebirth.
If you are living a good life now, why should you be reborn?
Jiang Yue's heart trembled slightly, as if she already had a premonition in her heart. She thought of the tragic scene of rivers of blood in the palace late at night, and of Zhou Fuwei who died peacefully in front of her tomb three years later. The densely packed details seemed to be connected at this moment. A complete line.
Jiang Yue was not without doubts before.
Why her?
Why was she reborn into this world?
Since she was chosen, there must be a reason.
Now, the things she didn't understand seemed to have cleared away, and she gradually had a clear answer.
There is no free pie in the world.
There is no resurrection from the dead for no reason.
Someone has to sacrifice.
Someone always did something.
Qin Zhao saw her staring at the TV in a daze. Her eyes were fixed on the TV screen, as if she was listening, but she seemed not.
Qin Zhao was a little worried, so he gently took the remote control from her palm, and his voice became softer, "Don't you want to watch it? Let's change the channel."
Jiang Yue suddenly came to his senses and grabbed his brother's arm, "Just watch this."
Qin Zhao had long discovered that his sister was very interested in history, and she even preferred costume dramas when watching dramas.
"good."
Jiang Yue sat on the sofa, staring at the news channel without blinking.
Quietly and obediently, he waited for the next round of news broadcast. Until the end of the noon news, Jiang Yue heard no more news about the unknown tomb.
The owner of the tomb is not a famous person in history.
Valuable cultural relics have been excavated and protected, so there is nothing more to mention.
Jiang Yue's heart that had just been raised slowly fell back. She thought that even if Zhou Fuwei really did what she thought, he would regret killing her.
He tried his best to make amends, and did not hesitate to believe the words of some charlatans.
so what?
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Jiang Yue changed the channel and looked at the TV, but her heart didn't know where it was.
Qin Zhao asked: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue shook his head: "Nothing."
She decided not to dwell on those things.
Thousands of years have passed, and continuing to dwell on it will only get you into trouble.
Everyone has to look forward when they are alive. Looking back will only lead to falling into the abyss.
Qin Zhao: "You haven't looked very good since you came back."
Jiang Zhi also raised his head silently, rarely catering to Qin Zhao's words. He straightened his lips and said seriously: "My face is very pale."
Jiang Zhi then asked in a serious tone: "Have you had insomnia again?"
Before she could answer, Jiang Zhi looked at her, his eyes dark, reflecting only her: "If you don't sleep well at Zhou Ji's place, you can go home and sleep. The quality of a person's sleep has a lot to do with the environment. Maybe when you are around him, you will feel a lot of pressure, and your sleep quality will be improved accordingly."
Jiang Yue: "..."
She shook her head: "I slept well."
She raised her eyes again, her beautiful eyes were bright, and she said, "I was thinking about something just now, but now I have figured it out."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
Shunan Literature
