Chapter 1091 Death (Fifth Watch)

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chu Li flew upside down and crashed into the copper window.

An old man stretched out his hand and Chu Li missed the window, but flew to him.

"Don't touch him!" Xu Zhenshan shouted.

The old man put down his hand, and Chu Li fell to the ground, lying straight on the ground.

Xu Zhenshan reached out his hand to check Chuli's pulse, then pressed his chest and forehead, looked up at the three elders, shook his head and said, "He died after dying."

"Dead?" The three frowned.

Xu Zhenshan let go of his hand and motioned them to try.

After they explored one by one, they all shook their heads and sighed.

"This kid is a genius, it's so embarrassing to die like this!" A burly old man with white beard and eyebrows sighed and said, "Although he is eager for quick success and quick benefits, it is really rare for him to have such a strong soul. Can meet the golden body of the god."

"He was hit by a god." A tall and thin old man next to him hummed: "How can the strength of the god be so easy to touch? In this world, who can withstand the blow of the god!"

"He is looking for death." An old man with a round face shook his head and said, "Don't he know that the golden body of the god contains the power of the god? He is a smart man, this is suicide, but this suicide method is also unique!"

All three nodded.

As long as you are not stupid, you know that the internal force in the golden body of the gods is flowing, and if you touch it, you will get a blow from the gods, and you will die if you touch it. He just went to touch it, and it really looks like courting death.

"It's a pity!" Xu Zhenshan sighed: "He is really a genius."

"There are so many geniuses who die in this world." The tall and thin old man snorted and said, "He wants to die, who can stop him!... But this way of dying is really unique, how can we arrange him?"

"Send it out of the inner tomb and bury it outside the attached city." Xu Zhenshan shook his head and said, "Those who touch the golden body of the god of heaven will never enter the inner tomb. mausoleum."

"...Oh, that's fine, I think he has always wanted to go back." The round-faced old man sighed and said, "It's no wonder, after all, he is young, so how could he be willing to stay in Neiling for the rest of his life, unlike us old men."

All four of them felt a little bit emotional.

Xu Zhenshan sent Chu Li's dead body outside Chongwen Hall, Zhao Xuan came over and looked at Chu Li's body with regret.

He valued Chu Li very much, and felt that Xiao Lu had a good chance of becoming a god, but it was a pity that he died so soon, and he hadn't gotten to know him well.

"Old Zhao, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Even though he was hit by the gods and no panacea can save him, he must be prepared for accidents. You should let him go to Jingtian Pavilion first, and after seven days, send him out of the imperial mausoleum to the outside of Fucheng buried."

"Yes." Zhao Xuan nodded.

He carried Chu Li to a hall in Jingtian Pavilion.

This hall is windy and extremely cold, and the corpses will not rot here.

Seven days later, Zhao Xuan came over and saw that Chu Li's body was as stiff as a stone, and there was no abnormality, so he sent him away from the imperial mausoleum, and went directly to a cemetery outside the attached city, found a coffin, put him in it After burying it, three pine trees were planted at the head of the pit, and a tomb of Lu Xuzhou was erected.

After finishing these tasks, Zhao Xuan drank a few sips of wine in front of the grave, sprinkled it on the grave, shook his head and sighed for a while, then floated away.

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In the early morning, Xiao Qi left the room with a tired face and came to the small courtyard.

The small courtyard was very quiet, except for the crisp chirping of birds, there was no other sound.

She is not used to not having Chu Li by her side, even if Chu Li is sitting on the couch in the house practicing and meditating, she will feel peaceful.

She knew that Chu Li had entered the Inner Tomb and turned into Lu Xuzhou in order to find out the secrets of the Inner Tomb, know himself and the enemy, and face the emperor.

But after seven days, he has not come back, which is extremely rare.

She has a keen intuition, and she has always been restless these seven days, always feeling ominous when she has a whim, and feels that something has happened to Chu Li, but Nei Ling is a place she cannot touch, and news of Nei Ling cannot be spread.

Last night, she didn't sleep well again. When she closed her eyes, the scene of Chu Li's death always appeared, so she could only get up and meditate to eliminate distracting thoughts, but the thought of something happened to Chu Li was always there, and she ran away from time to time. Even if she came out to disturb her and asked her to meditate, she was full of distracting thoughts and couldn't control herself.

She felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't help letting people inquire about Lu Xuzhou's news.

"Bobo!" There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in!" Xiao Qi put on the white gauze, her beautiful face was covered by the white gauze.

The door of the house was pushed open, and soon a handsome young man came in and said in a low voice: "Ma'am, I have heard about Lu Xuzhou."

"Where is he?" Xiao Qi asked lightly, her eyes shining on the young servant.

This is a clerk from a restaurant in the attached city, she is her eyeliner, and she is still loyal.

The servant said in a low voice, "He's already dead. A Neilling guard surnamed Zhao bought him a coffin and buried him in a cemetery outside the city."

"Dead!" Xiao Qi's bright eyes flashed, and she said lightly.

The servant nodded softly: "It's the old man from the coffin shop, Li, who saw it with his own eyes. He said that he has been dead for seven days and hasn't rotted yet, but it's almost there."

Xiao Qi calmly said: "Well, I see, you can go."

She took out a piece of silver from her sleeve and threw it to the boy.

The little servant hurriedly expressed his thanks, and quietly exited the house, closing the door of the house.

Xiao Qi waited for him to leave, supported the stone table and got up slowly, her body was weak, and her graceful body trembled slightly.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down, but she couldn't do it anyway. There were only two words in her mind, dead... dead... dead...

She couldn't believe the news.

In the back of her mind, she has full confidence in Chu Li. Even if everyone dies, he will not die. The gods don't die either.

But after these seven days of torment, she has always felt ominous, and when she heard the news again, she couldn't resist it, she could only believe it.

She didn't want to believe it, she didn't want to believe it.

Chu Li still has too many things to do. His painstaking efforts haven't killed King An, he hasn't become a god, he hasn't been able to rule the world, he hasn't fully married himself, he hasn't had children, and he hasn't enjoyed family happiness.

He was busy all day long, busy for the Duke's mansion, for himself and his second sister, but he himself had nothing, and he didn't really stop to enjoy anything!

She couldn't believe that Chu Li would really leave her one day, and one day she would never see him again!

She covered her heart, as if a sword was twisting fiercely.

"Pfft!" She opened her mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the white gauze was stained red.

The white gauze was untied and thrown aside, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound, the pain seemed to tear her into pieces, but she couldn't groan, the world lost its color, and her ears lost their hearing.

Chu Li's figure suddenly flashed in her eyes, Chu Li seemed to be sitting at the stone table, slowly took a sip from the teacup, and smiled at her.

"Pfft!" She spat out another mouthful of blood and was on the verge of falling.

She suddenly shook her head vigorously, refusing to believe the news, she wanted to see for herself, maybe it wasn't Chu Li who died, but the real Lu Xuzhou.