I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Huang Xi has always been a mortal.

And cowardly mortals.

He lowered his head, a smile overflowing from his brows, nostrils, and mouth. The trembling in his heart made him laugh when he said this, "I didn't, haha, teacher, I really didn't, no, didn't steal."

"Speak clearly." The teacher held the ruler and said coldly, "You are timid, with the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat, and there is no way to behave like a gentleman. This is what you will look like when you grow up."

"me."

The voice was childish. The half-grown boy combed his jade crown and clenched his fists. His face turned red and he smiled and shed tears from his face. "Teacher, wuwuwu, I really don't have one."

As a young man, he didn't know how to explain it. Once he was charged with such a huge crime as theft, he was so panicked that his head went numb.

My feet were numb and blood was flowing backwards from my feet.

The people standing around him were all disciples of the same family as him, pointing their fingers at him and accusing him, like giant hands stretching out from the jungle.

Mouth teeth sprouted from the hands, and tongues stuck out from the corners of the mouth.

The old master sighed, took out his ruler and tapped his palm.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"A mouth full of yellow teeth makes a child difficult to teach. Over and over again. Let your father take you back. I can't teach you."

The teacher turned around and walked away, the corner of his robe creating a hurricane.

Huang Sui was blown to the ground and fell to his knees. He couldn't feel the pain in his numb palms. He just choked and cried. His head lowered lower and lower. His cowardice made his voice even beg for mercy, "No, no. It's really not me."

"I really didn't steal it!"

This sound was torn out of his throat with a broken voice. Huang Sui knelt down and stood up. The smile on his face was extremely ferocious, even with a bit of crazy laughter, and he stood up staggeringly, "Shut up!"

"A rat has skin, but a human has no manners."

"If a man has no manners, what will he do if he doesn't die?"

The group of noble aristocratic children held a bamboo slip and shook their heads as they read it. The words turned upside down on their tongues. Then they turned to smile at Huang Sui who was kneeling behind him. Their eyes licked Huang Sui's swollen palms. On the scar on his left eye.

"A rat has teeth, but a human has no rest. If a human has no rest, what's the point of not dying?"

Amidst the sound of acupuncture reading, everything was an illusion, Huang Xi was still kneeling on the ground.

Like a cowardly criminal.

The greatest courage is just to clench your fists and pray for forgiveness.

In my ears, my father's disappointed voice sounded, "This child was born disabled at the age of three. Alas, his personality is weird and withdrawn, and he can't read. As the old saying goes, you can see your age at the age of seven. Look, have we ever treated him harshly? He is so greedy and insatiable, just keep him like this, just like a cat or a dog."

Huang Shi curled up tightly on the couch and closed his eyes.

The old servant gently covered him with fur and left with a sigh.

The oil lamp went out.

Even the sky and the earth dimmed for a moment. Thunder was rolling outside, it was pouring rain, and the wind was blowing the tiles crackling. Huang Sui was shivering with cold, and his teeth were biting his lips tightly. This kind of coldness would be felt no matter where he escaped. Shot through the skull.

Dark and cold.

Large areas of darkness, rough waves of cold.

He couldn't bear it anymore and ran barefoot towards the entrance of the yard, shouting angrily and sharply through the night: "Ah ah ah ah." One after another, the words became more and more sad.

It turned out that everything was black, and the cold moonlight pushed him to jump and crawl away, like a walking zombie. There is a well in the yard, which opens into a black abyss with a black bottom.

Just keep your head down.

You can see the scars from your own jump.

There was a rustling sound coming from the bottom of the well, like a pair of tentacles covered with green moss stretching out, gently touching his face, with a coolness, "Good boy, come, come quickly."

Huang Xu leaned forward and closed his eyes in pain.

A resistance hit his back. Two puppies suddenly jumped out of the yard and bit him on the lapel of his clothes. These two puppies were brought back to the hospital by him. They were dirty, and their tails were covered with dirt spots. It was sticky and greasy, but those dripping eyes could see into his heart.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Huang Xiang's heart felt sour, and he knelt down and hugged them tightly.

He picked this up.

Belongs to him.

The only ones, two puppies.

Winter passes and spring comes, spring sends autumn away.

Huang Shi's father was ridiculed by the famous people of the Wei Dynasty because of his theft, and because of his one-eyed nature, he was told by Taoists that when he became an adult, he would attract evil spirits and kill his father.

The servants at home were also wary of him, fearing to avoid him.

He spent more than ten years in his small yard like this, and his remaining eye remained intact. He would only move his eyeball when he saw a mouse scurrying over.

What a similarity.

Not seeing the light of day, the same ugliness, ignorance, and despicability. Makes people feel hateful. Leaving the grains behind, Huang Xi closed the door behind his back.

The incident happened three days after he was crowned.

The coronation ceremony was a major event in a young man's life, but Huang Xiang, who was ignored by no one, didn't even pay attention to himself. Next to him was a newly built grave for himself, which was burned with some dry grass ashes. He noticed the two mighty mastiffs flapping under his knees. There was a dustpan next to him, and he sat on the stone steps and bathed in the moonlight.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Wearing a white birthday suit outside, his father "walked in" with his face shriveled, his eyes dark and his lips white, his limbs stiff.

His father's head turned toward him.

Huang Shi raised his head and saw his father, whom he had not seen for a long time, with a dead silence on his face.

"My son, the father made a mistake."

"As a father, you should not have failed to protect you when you were a child. Instead, you had one of your eyes cut off by a thief. He should not have followed others' opinions and blamed you wrongly. The child who slandered you is the son of the prime minister. He is a child. You should not be greedy for power, flattery, and flattery. I have imprisoned you for more than ten years, and I still refuse to clear your name."

The dead man fell to the ground with a thud.

A weasel was revealed from behind. It was holding its throat, standing and jumping like a ghost, and said again: "Does it still sound good?"

Huang Shi's eyes were still dim when he looked at it, as if the ashes of death were no longer coming back.

"Ugh--"

The weasel swung its tail and sighed, pacing around him, turning into a wisp of yellow smoke and moving around, "You must be happy, you must like it and like to hear it, why don't you allow yourself, come on, come on .”

"come on."

Huang Xi finally spoke: "Why did you choose me?"

The weasel giggled inside him, "You chose me."

Huang Shi blinked, and the demonic light in his eyes flashed past. He stood up, stretched, and yawned, as if an ancient artifact that had been sleeping for many years finally shed its moss, revealing his true appearance that had been dormant for a long time. .

"come on."

"come on."

The grown-up children of aristocratic families were quickly skinned and cramped by him one after another.

When they were young, they supported the prime minister's son to slander him for stealing and enjoying themselves. Now, he sealed them one by one in giant stone toads and sent them to their mansion.

Huang Xi would always accidentally smash the stone toad.

Then look at their family members who are panicked and confused.

It's like bit by bit, peeling away the original appearance of the truth.

He was delighted.

But the prime minister's son did not take action. Huang Xi chose to travel far away. He took his two mastiffs and walked many miles, including steep peaks, majestic mountains, majestic Gobi, and endless plains, to drink up the world. , declares his existence, greedily wants to make up for the scenery that has been missing for ten years.

But he didn't reconcile.

When I saw the Prime Minister's son again, it was a dusk when the red leaves in the sparse forest and the hibiscus were about to fade.

The son of the prime minister leaned on the railing and looked out into the distance. He was proud of the spring breeze and saw all the splendor of Wei Dynasty. When he saw him coming, he seemed to recognize him and raised his eyebrows.

Huang Shi heard fluttering birds flying over his head with branches in their mouths, and light and shadow passed over his scars.

He said: "You're fine."

The prime minister's son seemed to be thinking about it, "Brother, your name is...?"

what is his name?

What is your name?

For ten years, no one has called his name.

Even Huang Xiang forgot his real name.

His other one eye showed neither sadness nor joy. He smiled and put the skin bag on Huang Xi, the son of the prime minister. After putting on the skin bag, this elegant and suave face was accompanied by the praises of a gentleman like Wei Rui.

He serves at the side of the king.

With the mortal skin and monster bones, he was able to absorb the king's energy and nourish himself. After feeling the taste of power, he raised the corpse of the king and actually paved the way for himself.

His ambitions are modest.

Not small either.

Come out, abandon the past, and wander between heaven and earth.

"Master, master."

Two human-shaped mastiffs knelt under the carriage with their tongues hanging out. Huang Shi broke free from the nightmare and woke up relaxedly.

He is now driving them to the ancient battlefields of various countries to raise corpses.

At this time, he was favored by King Wei.

He also has a handsome appearance, a clear spirit and beautiful bones, and is graceful and elegant. When leaving the city, he was held high by countless dignitaries.

The wheels are sparkling and there is a lot of noise.

There was neither sadness nor joy in Huang Zhi's eyes. For a moment, the shadow left behind him looked like a little boy in a small yard whispering to himself: "Rat is like a rat, and a rat has a body, but humans are rude. Humans are rude. And if you are rude, will Hu not die?"