MTL - Horror Web-Chapter 50 Tai Chi Hall

At this time, what Zhao Zhu thought of was a movie called "The Hurt Locker". He really had this feeling at this time, and he was obviously on the verge of absolute danger. If he could find Nalan Xingde The position of the scalp that was poured into mercury and pierced through it, then even if he succeeded in defuse the bomb, if he couldn't or was attacked by the zombie under him first in the process, his fate would be directly blown into pieces by the bomb. There is no difference, even compared to being eaten by zombies, Zhao Zhu would rather choose the former to be directly killed by a bomb and be neat and tidy.

In fact, Zhao Zhu also discovered that his strength seems to be much stronger than before. This is not because he insists on exercising all year round to keep his physical fitness well explained. Zombies keep pressing on the ground?

What are you kidding?

Could it be that the effect of eating the inner alchemy is reflected?

These thoughts just flashed in Zhao Zhu's mind, and then he began to shave Nalan Xingde with a saber in one hand, because he had to cut off his hair and braids to expose Zhao Zhucai's scalp The position can be found accurately, otherwise, if the saber scrapes on other parts of its head, it can only scrape out a spark, which shows its hardness.

"Don't move, fuck!"

Zhao Zhu's whole body was pressed on Nalan Xingde. Nalan Xingde's mouth was in front of Zhao Zhu, and the distance was getting closer and closer, but it was always a line, and Zhao Zhu quickly cut off Nalan Xingde at this time. Lan Xingde's hair, fortunately, the yin-yang head was not popular at that time, so Nalan Xingde's hair and whips were not many.

Generally, the hair of the handsome guys in Qing Palace dramas is turned into braids, and only a small part of the forehead is shaved, the back hair is kept, and then a long and thick braid is combed at the back, so that although the braids are also kept, But it actually looks quite refreshing. After watching it a lot, I get used to it. For example, the hair of the men in "Huanzhugege", "Iron Teeth and Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan" and "The Legend of Zhen Huan" are all like this.

But in fact, it was not until the late Qing Dynasty that this kind of yin-yang head became really popular, and the braids in the Manchu Qing Dynasty for a long time were not actually the same as in TV dramas, but most of the hair on the head was shaved. Just leave a slap-sized piece of hair on the back of the head, and then comb it into a short, upturned braid. It looks as ugly as it is. If all the Qing palace dramas shave their hair in this way, it is estimated that the gang No matter how handsome a handsome male star is, no matter how handsome he is, he will be blind, and maybe no one will even act, because his image is too ruined.

Nalan Xingde's hair was quickly shaved off by Zhao Zhu. Sure enough, in the area originally covered by the hair, there was a red spot that looked as thick as a little finger.

"Finally found."

Zhao Zhu let out a loud roar, leaned forward, and then pressed his knees firmly against Nalan Xingde's chest. At the same time, he raised his saber with both hands and aimed at the red spot on Nalan Xingde's scalp and stabbed fiercely. down!

"Om!"

Zhao Zhu had a feeling of puncturing the balloon. He felt that Nalan Xingde, who had been struggling under his body and was about to be overturned, was rapidly losing all his energy, and his breath was gradually disappearing. Until the final complete annihilation, motionless.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhao Zhu got off Nalan Xingde, sat on the ground and panted heavily, then wiped his sweat and stood up again. Nalan Xingde's body lay there on the ground, but the corpse on his body The resentment seems to have dissipated, and obviously, this is also a relief for him, and for the former Manchu genius.

"Haha, this can be considered a profit."

Zhao Zhu clenched his fist, and now he has come to think about it. Before, he became like a strong man because he had eaten the inner alchemy. Otherwise, he would not be able to suppress Nalan Xingde at all. Not to mention breaking his life.

Without making too many stops, Zhao Zhu picked up the saber and Nalan Xingde's fan, and continued to walk deep into the passage. The passage had come to an end. When he came out, what Zhao Zhu saw was A spacious square, and a magnificent palace deep in the square.

"Do you want to be so exaggerated, Qin Shihuang's mausoleum is probably not so abnormal." Zhao Zhu sucked in a breath, because he was completely shocked.

On the square leading to the main hall, there stood two columns of soldiers in yellow jackets, each holding a saber around their waists, standing tall. The white marble bars around them were dotted with night pearls, exuding a soft and gloomy look. The light created a terrifying and depressing atmosphere for this underground building.

"Maybe the essence of the dragon vein is really there."

Zhao Zhu continued to move forward. He paid special attention to the guards with knives in yellow jackets. He felt reassured that these guards were all dead. It is estimated that there are no less than three hundred such guards along the way. If they all cheated, even if Zhao Zhu's strength increased greatly because he ate the monster's inner pill, he would only end up being torn apart and swallowed alive by them.

This part of the road, Zhao Zhu walked for nearly ten minutes, because the surrounding atmosphere was too depressing, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard. When he reached the top of a stone bridge, he looked up and saw the "Tai Chi Hall" This large plaque hangs in the center of the eaves outside the main hall.

I don't know why, Zhao Zhu suddenly didn't dare to lift his feet to move on, and he didn't dare to open the door and walk into the Taiji Hall. At this moment, he suddenly felt so insignificant.

In fact, Zhao Zhu is a second-generation official. Although his father is a doctor, his military rank is not low. Usually, the people who are sent to his family are also high-ranking officials and dignitaries. However, Zhao Zhu has no chance to come into contact with the kind of people who truly stand in human society. A figure at the peak of the pyramid, such as this kind of existence that symbolizes the peak power of an empire, may even be able to see the 95-year-old who used to be three hundred years ago, Zhao Zhu still feels a little timid...

That's right, he is timid, and Zhao Zhu also admits that he is timid. He needs time to slow down, otherwise he thinks he will go crazy.

There are many such phenomena in reality. When ordinary people sit in that kind of small dark room when they are being examined by the criminal police, it is estimated that their legs will start to tremble. This is because ordinary people are afraid of power organs. When you see the level of the mayor, you will be overwhelmed by his official coercion. There are also the governors... and the big bosses of the central government. The momentum and aura of them are absolutely unimaginable by ordinary people. .

He bit his tongue lightly with his teeth, and finally calmed his pulse and breathing~www.novelbuddy.com~ He finally took a step back and opened the door of Taiji Temple. When he opened the door, From the door, an aura of decay and vicissitudes rushed towards his face, and then, Zhao Zhu's whole person was a little untenable, and his consciousness began to fall into ignorance.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! The emperor is here, and hundreds of officials enter the dynasty!"

"Ring the whip" means "ringing the clean whip".

Eight years after Emperor Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, there were two "whip blows" at each "chao meeting": first, when the emperor came out of Zhonghe Hall and arrived at Taiji Hall (Golden Luan Hall), the Luanyi guard shouted "Blow the whip!" The whip was lashed; another time, after the ceremony was over, the whip was slapped three times, the emperor got up and drove back to the palace, and the ministers retired.

Zhao Zhu's consciousness regained consciousness in the sound of the whip, but he found that something was wrong with him at this time. He was walking slowly, his head was lowered, his waist was slightly bowed, his eyes were on his toes, wearing He was wearing Qingyun's facing boots, and he was also wearing a black court dress, which seemed to be embroidered with some rare birds. In front of him, there were people in court clothes walking, and people walking beside him. Everyone lined up in a neat line to press the button. Sequentially walked into the Golden Palace, the atmosphere was solemn and unusual.

However, at this time, Zhao Zhu can no longer control his body. He has the ability to think, to perceive, to see and to listen, but he is only a resident and a spectator of this body. Being able to see what this body sees and perceives.

"If you have something to play, let's go back!" A eunuch's voice sounded, very clear and straightforward.

"I have the original performance!"

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