Chapter 2 Bait
The golden-armored guard pulled Zhao Cheng up, pressed his right palm on Zhao Cheng's lower abdomen, and exerted force. Zhao Cheng's mind suddenly went blank, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
When Zhao Cheng woke up again, he was lying in a room that seemed familiar but he had no impression of it at all. This must be where Yu Shu lived before. However, there was nothing in this small room except a bed and a table. There were also several open secret doors on the walls and the ground. It is estimated that the savings of Brother Yu Shu's hard work over the years have filled the treasure house of King Fu.
The reason why the princess didn't kill him directly was very simple. The man in black would not let Yu Shu, who knew the truth, live. So as long as she kept an eye on Yu Shu, she would naturally be able to stop the man in black.
In other words, my little house was probably surrounded secretly by people from the palace.
Zhao Cheng wanted to sit up, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his Qi Hai. This woman is really cruel.
Perhaps she was afraid that he would die, so the princess asked the doctor to give him some simple treatment. Of course, the treatment was not very advanced, but it was enough to keep him from dying.
Zhao Cheng lay on the bed and began to carefully sort out this new world.
Like the ancient Central Plains dynasty, I just don't know if it can correspond to a certain dynasty in history, and it has a power display that exceeds that of martial arts novels. It should be considered low-level magic. The language and writing are very similar to my own world. There is no more information. After all, I have been beaten in prison these two days.
As for my body, it should be that I was severely injured by the palm of the man in black, and I died in the prison. Judging from my previous memories, this Jade Rat brother was a highly professional master, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a thief saint. It was a pity that his skills in other aspects were really average.
But it has nothing to do with me now. That golden-armored guard destroyed my Snow Mountain Qi Sea with a slap. Now the Jade Rat has really been beaten back to Zhao Cheng, just an ordinary person.
As for Prince Fu, this big brother seemed to want to play out a trick that had been recorded in history for thousands of years in his previous life to assassinate the unlucky emperor. He even used the treasure, the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, which was obviously beyond normal cognition, as bait. Unfortunately, the map was gone, and the dagger was also gone.
Wait, where's the dagger?
I have the impression that the dagger was broken into pieces of light. It is understandable that it was broken into iron chips, but what the hell is breaking it into pieces of light? The fantasy world can't be so fantasy. Besides, it is something hidden in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains by Prince Fu after all. How can it be so fragile?
But what does this have to do with a dying bait like me? If I lie here, I will either be slapped to death by the men in black, or I will be chopped to death by a guard after the men in black are caught. I will not live for more than three days.
Just lie down and wait for death. I hope that next time you travel through time, Lao Zhao, you can be a good person. Stop making trouble.
I closed my eyes, and fragments of memories began to appear in my mind, including nighttime theft, playing games, digging a secret passage under the bed, and learning martial arts in a secret room. Wait, there is a secret passage under the bed?
Before he could think about it, the fragments suddenly disappeared. Zhao Cheng's vision slowly sank, and his sea of consciousness was churning. A collapsed snow mountain appeared in front of him. The snow mountain was still crumbling, and a slender dagger slowly appeared.
Zhao Cheng was horrified. Although he had only seen this dagger once, he would never forget it. It was the dagger that fell from the painting of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and the one that was smashed into pieces by the man in black.
Why is it in my own snow mountain qi sea?
The dagger over there seemed to have a suction force, constantly pulling Zhao Cheng's vision closer. The dagger, which was only a foot long, slowly became tall and majestic, shaped like a mountain.
Zhao Cheng felt like he was standing under a snowy mountain. He tried his best to raise his head but couldn't see the tip of the dagger. He could only see three simple characters on the guard: Madam Xu.
With a rumbling sound, Madam Xu began to shake violently. The already dilapidated snow mountain could no longer support itself, and the huge rock fell down with a loud bang, leaving only a huge Madam Xu floating above the sea of qi.
Zhao Cheng stared at Madam Xu in amazement. He felt that the slender dagger was chilling. He thought it was sharp, but it was really chilling. Even his consciousness couldn't help but shiver.
What is this? You have a dagger hanging over your sea of qi. Does this count as replacing my snow mountain?
Before he could think carefully, Zhao Cheng suddenly felt like a thorn in his back, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue and staring at him. He instinctively opened his eyes and saw a man in black standing in front of the bed.
"And the dagger?"
"What did you say?" Zhao Cheng pretended to be stupid
"That yellow-haired girl destroyed your Snow Mountain Qi Sea. Do you think she will let you go? Hand over the dagger and follow me. I can save you."
Haha, you wanted to kill me as soon as you succeeded. Oh, you were the one who killed the Jade Rat. I don't trust you, you old man.
Wait a minute, how did he know that my Snow Mountain Qi Sea was destroyed? It must not be seen, otherwise he would have found out that the dagger was on the snow mountain. I understand, there is a traitor in Prince Fu's Mansion.
"I don't know what you are yelling about, but I am like this now, you can kill me or chop me up as you please." Zhao Cheng acted like a rogue, his mind racing: Brother Yushu, please give me some memory quickly, at least tell me where the mechanism of the secret passage under the bed is.
"Donor, you are too kind. The princess has made it clear that she will only arrest him." The gate of the courtyard opened, and a middle-aged monk walked in with his hands clasped together.
"The monk is still so hypocritical, taking this, killing that, and drinking." A strong man carrying a golden-backed sword jumped in from outside the wall and stood with the monk.
"Wulian Tianzun, fighting and killing is very troublesome. It would be better for you to surrender. It will be easy for everyone. You can't leave anyway." The last person who came in was a sloppy Taoist priest with a peach wood sword on his back and a tattered Taoist robe.
The man in black turned around slowly and said, "I thought it was a big deal, but three people who worked as dogs for the palace wanted to take me away. They think too highly of themselves."
"Bah, damn it, you talk like you've been to the inner world, come on, show me some tricks, let me see what you have," the burly swordsman spat, put his sword on the ground, pointed at the man in black and cursed
"Looking for death!" The black-clothed man flashed and disappeared instantly. Zhao Cheng remembered this trick. In the treasury of the palace, the black-clothed man caught up with the jade rat, who was very good at escaping, in an instant.
"It's me, the Taoist priest. How miserable!" The man in black appeared again, but he appeared in front of the sloppy Taoist priest and lightly slapped him with his palm. The Taoist priest's face changed drastically. It was too late to retreat. He just straightened his chest and took the slap.
There was a crackling sound of lightning, and a purple lightning flashed in the Taoist's arms. The man in black retreated gracefully. The Taoist looked distressed: "Alas, I spent all my efforts to draw this life-saving talisman, but it's gone just after we met. Alas, this deal is a loss."
The man in black stood with his hands behind his back: "People from Longhu Mountain?"
Zhao Cheng was sharp-eyed. He saw the black-clothed man's right hand trembling slightly. He suddenly remembered that in the treasury of the palace, the black-clothed man had admitted that he had no way to deal with the five thunder formations on the door lock. It seemed that this man was practicing a kind of Yinhun technique, which was specifically overcome by the extremely yang and strong thunder method.
"I am ashamed. I have learned a few tricks of thunder talismans but have never been a disciple of the Heavenly Master." The Taoist waved his hand, pulled out the peach wood sword, and flicked his finger. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed.
"Amitabha, the donor is very skilled, so please don't blame us for being unethical and bullying the minority with our numbers. Please," the monk took a step forward, and the other two stepped forward immediately, vaguely forming a siege on the man in black. This was the highest-level battle Zhao Cheng had seen since he traveled through time, and it was about to break out.