mesbooks Chapter 121 The Creator of the Infinite Corridor
Chapter 121 The Creator of the Infinite Corridor
Daji waved her hand casually.
An Lushan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard golden bed.
He coughed up blood, his face was pale, and he groaned:
"Godmother, please don't kill me! Godmother, please don't kill me! Help! Help!"
But why are there people here?
An Lushan struggled on the bed for a while before turning into a wisp of black mist and disappearing.
After a moment, the black mist condensed again, transforming back into the well-dressed fat man, sitting at the golden dining table, gnawing on a golden apple whose skin couldn't even be broken.
He kept muttering to himself:
"What is it that you urgently need to tell your father?"
His tone was full of regret.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the fat old man imprisoned in the Golden Hall.
He no longer showed any aggression, as if he had been subdued by Daji.
Jiang Chaosheng took out his compass and, following the pointer's direction, entered the darkness deep within the hall.
.......
They returned to the corridor of the Workers' Department Store.
The surroundings were dilapidated and filled with the smell of decay.
The compass needle trembled violently.
We are getting closer and closer to the location of the creator of the Infinite Corridor.
Daji suddenly stopped and said softly:
"It seems like there's a familiar aura here."
Jiang Chaosheng turned around and glanced at Daji, slightly surprised.
Two tear tracks slid down Daji's cool and beautiful face.
She reached up and touched the tears on her face, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
Daji wondered why she was crying.
Following Jiang Chaosheng, I got closer and closer to that creator, and endless sorrow began to envelop me.
Jiang Chaosheng looked straight ahead and continued walking.
Thinking.
Could it be that the creator of this endless corridor was a mythological figure from the same era as Daji?
I feel sad...
According to legend, there were two people who could make Daji feel sad.
One was Jiang Ziya, who killed her.
She felt sad for herself.
One was King Zhou of Shang, who was bewitched by her.
She felt sorrow for King Zhou of Shang.
However, myths and legends are still just myths and legends, and the Investiture of the Gods is not enough to prove them.
Whether the so-called Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife actually exists is still unknown.
If that thing really existed and still exists, Zero Antique Shop should have a record of it.
Walking into the darkness, some points of light appeared ahead, and the surrounding scenery became clearer.
The walls were so dilapidated that the plaster was peeling off and moldy, with words scrawled crookedly in fresh blood.
"The barbarians from all directions have invaded our Great Xia; this is a disgrace to the emperors of Great Xia!"
"You are the most incompetent emperors I have ever seen!"
"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are the king's subjects!"
"How dare you ruin the dragon vein of my Great Xia Dynasty?!"
"Empress Dowager! Empress Dowager! Empress Dowager!! You have ruined the foundation of our Great Xia Dynasty!"
Jiang Chaosheng muttered to himself:
"Is the creator of this seamless corridor also a sarcastic or critical person?"
Jiang Chaosheng could tell that this passage was a scathing critique of the Qing Dynasty.
Many people believe that the Xia Kingdom's territory was the largest in history during the Qing Dynasty.
Therefore, countless people sang praises to this territory of the Qing Dynasty.
Actually, those people don't know one thing.
As early as the Zhou Dynasty, the emperor believed that all the lands within the four seas and eight directions belonged to the king.
The phrase "all corners of the world" is simply a literal meaning.
Everything under heaven, the entire blue planet, the whole world, belongs to the Great Xia.
The phrase "all nations paying tribute" during the Tang Dynasty did not refer to various countries coming to the Tang Dynasty to express their friendship.
The kings of the various countries paid homage to their Heavenly Khan, Great Emperor, and Supreme Emperor as vassal states.
Until the Ming Dynasty, the laws of some countries required the permission of the Ming emperor, who could quell wars in other countries with a single imperial edict.
The goal of our ancestors and emperors has always been the whole world.
At that time, the international status of the people of Great Xia was unparalleled in the world.
Where does this saying about "sheepdogs" and "nurturing people" come from?
They have forgotten the glory of their ancestors.
Even if you mention things like "All land under heaven belongs to the king" or "The kingdom comes to pay homage," they will think it's just angry young people mindlessly praising their ancestors.
Just like the words written in blood on the wall said, they ruined the foundation of the Great Xia dragon vein.
Jiang Chaosheng continued walking forward.
The words in blood continued to appear.
"A beggar becoming emperor, that's awesome!"
"Zhu Di! A fine son of the Zhu family!"
"Damn it! Damn Zhu Zhanji!"
.....
"The sheep-leading ceremony! You are a disgrace to the emperor!"
"Why should women bear the blame for the mistakes of those incompetent emperors?"
"I can only offer some solace to their wronged souls."
......
"I thought that kid surnamed Li had some of my heroic spirit, but how could he have such a stupid great-grandson!"
......
"That little rascal became emperor? Hmm... that's alright, heroes come from all walks of life."
......
These blood-written words basically cursed every emperor of the Xia Dynasty.
Jiang Chaosheng's heart sank more and more as he looked at the document.
Who exactly is the creator of this seamless corridor?
He is like an observer of human history.
They admired, vehemently criticized, and vented their frustrations about emperors throughout history, while also imprisoning and torturing the culprits.
This is an ancient monster that has lived for thousands of years!
Could he be another troublesome character like the marine cleaners?
Jiang Chaosheng thought about it and felt that he shouldn't do it.
The endless corridor is dangerous, but with the compass in hand, we can avoid the black holes that disrupt the correct path through the maze.
Those labyrinthine black holes that you haven't explored must contain dangerous monsters.
There might be demons, ghosts, or even a spirit like the Jinghe Dragon King inside.
Along the way, all I saw were imprisoned vengeful spirits and soothed wronged souls.
Apart from An Lushan, the others posed almost no danger.
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly heard sobbing.
He turned to look at Daji.
She stared at the words, tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Chaosheng wondered, could this creator be Daji's husband?
According to Xie Ya, Daji's husband was a human emperor.
If it were a human emperor rebuking the emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty, that would be considered qualified.
Um.......
The creator of that story is most likely Daji's husband.
Jiang Chaosheng asked calmly:
"Will you become my enemy?"
Jiang Chaosheng frowned after saying that.
Why did I inexplicably ask that question that was on my mind?
Based on his past personality, if Daji dared to rebel, he would not hesitate to swing the Grim Reaper's scythe at her.
Whether it's the monster inside that seems to be the Human Emperor, or the stunning beauty beside him, he won't show any mercy when he takes action.
After all, if the thing inside were Daji's husband, Daji might very well turn against her.
Upon hearing Jiang Chaosheng's words, Daji's pretty face showed obvious panic:
"My lord, everything I have belongs to you. How could I possibly betray you?!"
Jiang Chaosheng turned around and looked at Daji.
Her face was beautiful, but with tears streaming down her face, and a deep-seated panic about her, she looked truly pitiful, as if she were a sinner.
Jiang Chaosheng remained silent and walked inside.
The light gradually filled the two halls.
Before Jiang Chaosheng stood an antique-style door.
There was a small plaque on the door that read: "Top-class room".
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.
These are actually guest rooms in an inn?
The "Top-Tier Room" refers to the most luxurious and spacious room in the inn.
It's equivalent to what we now call a presidential suite.
Jiang Chaosheng pushed open the door.
It is indeed luxurious inside.
The nanmu beams are tall and wide, and sheepskin lamps hang down.
The bronze beast-shaped incense burner in the corner emitted wisps of smoke.
Pear blossom sachets were hanging everywhere.
Jiang Chaosheng walked in, turning his head slightly.
What comes into view is a middle-aged scholar sitting upright in front of a guqin, his eyes closed in a deep sleep.
When Daji saw the middle-aged scholar, she suddenly covered her red lips and quietly sobbed.
Jiang Chaosheng looked him up and down carefully.
He had a scholarly air about him, like a Confucian scholar; he didn't look like an emperor at all.
Jiang Chaosheng looked back at Daji:
"know?"
Daji shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion:
"I...I don't know, I just feel very sad, I...I don't know why."
Jiang Chaosheng felt a pang of sadness for some reason.
His brows furrowed.
Am I supposed to be jealous?
Are you kidding me!
Jiang Chaosheng walked up to the middle-aged scholar and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
There was no response; I don't know if it was asleep or dead.
Suddenly, Jiang Chaosheng caught a glimpse of a small painting under the zither table out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils contracted sharply!
The background of that small painting is this top-class room.
There are three people depicted in the room.
One of them was a middle-aged scholar himself.
He crossed his arms, looking sullen and angry.
The other two...
One of them was a beautiful woman dressed in red, sitting on the bed, covering her mouth and giggling.
It's actually Daji!
The other one was a boy dressed in black.
He dozed off while keeping a cold eye on the middle-aged scholar.
The scholar was sulking with the boy in black, and he clearly hadn't won the argument!
Jiang Chaosheng's eye twitched violently.
Because the black-clad youth's appearance was seven-tenths similar to his own!
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