roccoschili Chapter 518 After Death
Chapter 518 After Death
Lin Ci'an didn't know how he fell asleep. He returned to the study and wanted to read government affairs.
But my consciousness gradually became dim, as if I was being dragged into a dark abyss.
——When he opened his eyes again, he was floating in the air.
The cold wind was biting, and on the stone pavement of Chang'an Street, his body was chained, dragging a long trail of blood. The onlookers pointed and talked, and his former confidants knelt on the roadside, some crying and some gritting their teeth.
(Is this... the scene after his death?)
He subconsciously wanted to get closer, but his soul was pulled by an invisible force and forced to float higher - on the palace wall, a white figure stood quietly.
Chu Ziyu.
The man was still wearing plain clothes, his sleeves rustling in the wind, like a crane whose wings might break at any moment. His face was expressionless, his dark pupils reflecting the corpse dragging below, as if he was just watching an insignificant play.
(…He is actually indifferent?)
A surge of rage surged in Lin Ci'an's chest, and his soul rushed uncontrollably towards the palace wall. He wanted to strangle Chu Ziyu's neck, to force him to show even a hint of pain - but his hand passed through Chu Ziyu's body and could not touch anything.
"Sir, the wind is strong, let's go back." The commander of the imperial guards advised in a low voice.
Chu Ziyu didn't move.
His gaze remained fixed on the distance until Lin Ci'an's body completely disappeared from the street corner, until the onlookers dispersed, until the sky gradually darkened and the palace lanterns lit up one by one.
(…What is he waiting for?)
Suddenly, a drop of water slid down from the corner of Chu Ziyu's eyes and silently hit the blue bricks of the palace wall.
Lin Ci'an was stunned.
(…tears?)
But the next second, Chu Ziyu raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, as if brushing away a snowflake. His expression was still calm, as if the fragility just now was just an illusion.
"Ding! Memory fragments loaded successfully--"
Chu Ziyu's fingertips tapped lightly in the air, and the blue light of System 6872 flowed in his pupils.
He looked at "himself" on the palace wall in Lin Ci'an's dream, and suddenly chuckled: "If Xiao An knew that this tear was caused by pepper water..."
"Go back." He finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, but no emotion could be heard in it.
The commander of the imperial guards heaved a sigh of relief and turned to lead the way. But as soon as Chu Ziyu took a step, his body suddenly shook.
"grown ups?!"
Chu Ziyu raised his hand to indicate that everything was fine, but a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, which he quickly wiped away with his sleeve.
(…He was injured? When?)
Lin Ci'an wanted to follow, but the dream suddenly twisted at this moment, and the picture was broken and reassembled——
Mass graves.
The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was howling. Chu Ziyu knelt alone in front of the pile of corpses, his ten fingers deeply inserted into the frozen soil, his nails cracked, and blood mixed with mud, but he seemed to feel no pain, just digging mechanically, until -
He dug up Lin Ci'an's body.
(…What is he doing?)
Chu Ziyu's fingertips trembled as he gently wiped away the blood on the corpse's face. His movements were very cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking something.
"My Lord..." He called softly, his voice hoarse and out of tune.
No one answered.
System 6872 looked at the [Darkness Value Fluctuation Curve] flashing wildly in the background, and the code was trembling: "Boss, did you play too big with the 'Dream Editor' you exchanged for 100 points?"
"Where are we now?" Chu Ziyu's pale fingertips slid across the screen, slowing down the clip of "excavating corpses from a mass grave" three times, and deliberately adding a soft light effect to the close-up of Lin Ci'an's body, "Look at the extent of his soul trembling--"
In the dream, Lin Ci'an was staring at the blood-stained fingertips of "Chu Ziyu".
The hands dug in the snow until they left bones, but the expression on his face was eerily calm.