I, the prince, only want to be deposed.

Chapter 155: The message was urgently sent back to Chang'an over miles away: The prince has ascended to heaven!
at last.

As the hair-raising "squeaking" sound stopped, the large carpentry saws in the hands of the two sturdy men had completely sawed through the wooden box on the bed.

There was a large pool of blood under the bed, and the blood was still dripping along the bottom of the bed.

The blood-stained saw blade looked so shocking.

"..."

The whole world fell into silence.

Everyone opened their mouths, staring blankly at the stage, their pupils trembling, but no sound came out of their throats.

No one had expected things to develop to this point.

Liu Ju's upper body was still exposed, and his lower body was also exposed, but the saw had already cut through his waist which was hidden in the wooden box...

This was the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, and yet he was beheaded alive in front of tens of thousands of people!

And it was sawed off one by one...

It is hard to imagine that Liu Ju did not even utter a scream during this period.

They could only see his arms, which were exposed on the upper body, and his legs, which were exposed on the lower body, moving constantly, but now, his arms and legs had stopped moving.

what on earth is it?

What kind of magic did we see?
at last.

"what……"

Someone in the crowd let out a very suppressed scream.

Then everyone immediately fell into chaos. The adults quickly covered the children's eyes, the women covered their mouths, the men put their arms around the women's shoulders, and the young people supported the old men's bodies.

"What can we do? How can we do this?"

A group of local officials were completely panicked. They clapped their hands and stamped their feet, like ants on a hot pan.

"嘤————!"

Huo Guang only heard a buzzing sound in his ears. The buzzing sound was so harsh that it covered up all the sounds around him and made him freeze in place like a stone statue.

"Pfft!"

Sima Qian seemed to have all his bones pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground, his face still showing an expression of surprise and numbness.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Gongsun Qing kept shaking his head, trying to deny what he saw, and kept chattering as if his faith had collapsed.
"Your Highness is protected by magic, it is impossible for him to be so easy... absolutely impossible!"

Gongsun Qing didn't dare to say the word "die", not even the word "hong" which fits Liu Ju's identity, but that was what he meant.

He couldn't believe that Liu Ju died so easily and refused to accept this fact!
He could still vividly remember the scene in which Liu Ju exorcised evil spirits for him in his ancestral home!

The scene of “flying in the clouds” is still vivid in my mind!
The rich aroma of "Xian Niang" is still between your lips and teeth!

Such a person has already become an immortal, or at least a demigod as introduced by Li Guangli. How is it possible... absolutely impossible!
at this time.

"Fellow fellows!"

Li Guangli's high and familiar voice finally sounded on the stage again.

"Don't panic. Have you forgotten what I just said, that His Highness will show you the last magic technique?"

"This magic has not yet been performed!"

"The next moment is the moment to witness a miracle. Everyone, please watch carefully and don't miss it!"

As he spoke, Li Guangli turned around and made a gesture to the assistant on the stage!

Immediately, several people walked to the two ends of the Huchuang and pulled it hard.

The Hu bed and the wooden box on the Hu bed were immediately pulled apart into two, and two people held two blankets to cover the cross-section of the Hu bed to prevent the scene inside from being seen by the audience.

Li Guangli had previously explained that this was done to prevent the scene inside from being too bloody and horrifying and frightening the children present.

Even after masking the cross section.

The assistants even carried a Huchuang, on which the upper and lower halves of Liu Ju's body were placed, and paraded it around the stage, as if they were afraid that no one would know that Liu Ju had been completely sawed in two!
"!!!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's pupils trembled violently again.

It’s over, it’s over. The body was indeed sawed completely in half. The upper and lower halves were separated so far apart. Even if the gods used magic to save it, it would be impossible to save it, right?
Is it possible to reconnect it now that it has become like this?
If that's the case.

Aren't the court's punishments such as beheading and cutting in half useless to the prince?

Isn't this true immortality?
So under the gaze of everyone.

The assistants placed the Huchuang back in the center of the table, and then carefully put the upper and lower parts together tightly, and then took away the blanket covering the cross-section.

next moment.

"???"

"!!!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly widened again and their bodies stiffened involuntarily.

Because they see clearly.

Not long after the two sections of the bed were put back together, Liu Ju's foot actually moved, followed by the other foot, and the amplitude of the movement was even greater!

Then his hands started moving, and he even stretched himself.

It was as if he had just had a nap, and his eyes gradually opened, just like a living person!
"This is?!"

This scene even made the people closest to the stage subconsciously take a step back.

They were not sure whether Liu Ju was really alive, or whether the current Liu Ju was still a human being.

However, the assistants quickly stepped forward, opened the bolts of the wooden box with skillful movements, laid the boards flat, and finally revealed Liu Ju's complete body!
Liu Ju stood up with the help of his assistant.

At this moment he was still a complete person, the only difference from before was the loose court robe he was wearing.

The court dress was stained with blood and torn at the waist. Only the upper body clothes could be worn properly. The lower body clothes were completely disconnected from the upper body. Several assistants were needed to hold them up to ensure that they would not fall down and expose themselves in public. Obviously, Liu Ju had achieved perfection in details.

Whether it was a water bag filled with plasma prepared in advance, or a court robe that was deliberately stained with plasma and cut open around the waist.

These details are definitely not found in the "human body cutting magic" of later generations. Of course, it may also be because the magic of later generations is entertaining in nature, and the blood plasma program cannot pass the review, so there are no such details. After all, blood in later generations can only be green.

But here today.

Liu Ju’s main focus is on truth. No one will censor his program, so he can do whatever he wants.

When seeing such a magical scene.

"Wow——!"

The scene was suddenly filled with unprecedented screams and heated discussions:

"He was cut in half and came back to life. The prince really became an immortal!"

"This is a god, an immortal god. I have actually seen a god in my lifetime!"

"Wasn't it the emperor who sought immortality? How come the prince became an immortal instead? Is this destiny?!"

"I wonder what the emperor will think after learning about this?"

"Naiweng's life is worth it..."

"..."

"Goo!"

The piercing tinnitus in Huo Guang's ears finally disappeared, replaced by an even louder buzzing sound.

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand!
How did things turn out like this? We were supposed to come to Donglai to wait for the gods, so why did it become the prince's cousin who became a god?

All of this is so unreal, it feels like a dream, but a dream that is illogical and beyond cognition... Isn't it true that if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night?

But he was sure and certain that he had never had such a fantasy, so why did he have such a dream?
"Captain Huo, this isn't a dream, is it?"

Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice came from my feet. It was Sima Qian.

Huo Guang had not really noticed when Sima Qian collapsed at his feet... and he didn't know how to answer this question.

So he simply kicked Sima Qian.

"Ouch! Captain Huo, what are you doing?"

Sima Qian screamed in pain.

Huo Guang shook his head in bewilderment: "It seems this is not a dream..."

"Then why did you kick me?"

Sima Qian felt that he should now rebuke Huo Guang.

Even though Huo Guang was the Commander of the Imperial Chariot, his father was also the Grand Historian, and he was likely to take over.

Any official should have at least some respect for the historian, even the emperor is no exception. Otherwise, the pen in the historian's hand will teach him what it means to kill without shedding blood, what it means to write truthfully, and what it means to have a strong character.

But Sima Qian really didn't feel like arguing with Huo Guang right now...

He just thought that if this was not a dream, then once this incident was recorded in history books truthfully, it would definitely overshadow the glory of all historical events of this dynasty and become the brightest star among thousands of historical materials.

at the same time.

"Greetings to the Immortal Prince, please bless me!"

As one person shouted, he knelt down.

The thousands of people in the audience seemed to be inspired by a mysterious force and immediately knelt down and worshiped Liu Ju on the stage.

"Please, Prince, please bless my family with prosperity..."

"God the Prince who saves the poor and the needy, please grant my family a son. We have had six girls in a row..."

"Prince Immortal, my father has been seriously ill for many years..."

"My Immortal Prince, my life is so miserable..."

"Prince Immortal..."

These people actually performed the ritual of kneeling three times to worship Liu Ju, and each of them expressed their wishes devoutly, as if they had regarded him as a god.

After all, before this, most of the things they worshipped were clay sculptures or statues.

Now that I have finally seen a real god, I naturally have to seize the time to pay my respects to him. A living god is definitely more effective than a paper god.

God-making progress...100%!

Even the local officials and a group of alchemists who had followed Huo Guang to the stage.

At this moment, they also knelt down to worship the gods and asked Liu Ju to fulfill their wishes...

Huo Guang truly looked down upon those alchemists. Hadn't they all submitted letters before, vying with each other to claim that they had the ability to summon gods and to ask for permission to assist Liu Ju in conducting the ceremony?

But at this moment he really didn't have time to pay attention to these people.

While everyone was kneeling.

Huo Guang quietly left the crowd and returned to his residence, where he wrote furiously. After finishing the memorial, he put it into a bamboo tube, sealed it with mud, and covered it with chicken feathers. Then he called a confidant to his side:
"This matter is of great importance. Send it back to Chang'an at an expedited speed of 800 miles and present it to the emperor for his review. There must be no mistakes!"

Looking at the back of his confidant leaving.

Huo Guang still had a feeling of unreality at this moment, and his heart was pounding.

He really couldn't imagine it, and even dared not to imagine it.

What kind of mood and expression would the Han emperor in Chang'an, who was keen on seeking immortality and asking ghosts, and always hoped to achieve immortality and ascend to heaven on a dragon, have after reading this memorial?

The emperor seeks immortality, and the prince becomes an immortal?
What a funny and ironic thing...

Can the emperor bear it?
(End of this chapter)