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Chapter 323 Kill Me Before Dawn 1. Go to Hell, Scum

The winter months in Kyoto are when the coldest winds are.

Under the imperial city, the largest courtyard is undoubtedly the residence of the Nine Thousand Year Old Man. The blue brick and tile house with nine courtyards is larger than the Regent's Palace where the emperor once lived. It can only be said to be extremely luxurious. Ordinary people dare not even take a second look at it.

Now, there was a rack in the middle of the courtyard, and the guards were tying up a thin-looking man on it. Jiu Qiansui was sitting right in front of the rack, with five stoves burning with golden charcoal around him, which warmed up the winter air.

Unfortunately, Jiu Qian Sui was the weakest man. Even when the charcoal fire was burning brightly, he kept tilting his head and coughing, as if he couldn't stand the cold weather.

Around 9:00 p.m. today, he received news that the prince of the Marquis of Anguo's Mansion cursed the Nine Thousand Year Old Man in the street. Just before noon, the prince of the Marquis of Anguo's Mansion was knocked unconscious and sent to his house.

If this were to get out, people would probably accuse him of being cruel and inhumane, and of taking advantage of the emperor's favor to do whatever he wanted, but he didn't care.

Jiu Qiansui pulled his white cloak closer, and his men understood what he meant with a glance. They immediately picked up a bucket of ice-cold well water and poured it over the man's head.

The cold wind and the well water caused a tingling pain as soon as they touched the skin. Fu Shi slowly opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze filled with murderous intent.

To be honest, since he reached that peak, no one could touch the edge of his clothes unless they were fools willingly, not to mention pouring water directly on his face, which would be tantamount to seeking death.

But Fu Shi, who should have lost his temper, remained silent.

He should have been dead.

He Feng's knife pierced his heart, removing the life force from his barren body. He shouldn't have been able to keep a breath like he is now, and then enter such a...

Fu Shi paused and looked around casually.

The courtyard is very exquisite, and it is a bit of a loss to be used as a temporary execution ground. The NPCs around it seem to be quite capable, but their weaknesses should be easy to find.

But the wind was too cold, and Fu Shi's inner clothes were wet by the well water, so he got a headache due to the cold.

"Shi Bu'ran, this bastard deserves to die! He is just a eunuch, yet he dares to mess with my place! Bah! I will go to the emperor and sue him later!"

"What a filthy bastard! If he dares to appear in front of me now, I will torture him to death! I just give him some face on weekdays! What is there for the Anguo Marquisate to be afraid of!"

"Daddy! Daddy! Please! Don't send me there, I will suffer a fate worse than death! Mother! Mother! Please take care of Daddy! Your beloved son is going to die!"

Strange memories merged into his mind. Fu Shi stood aside and watched someone who looked like him committing suicide, and couldn't help but secretly call him an idiot.

But Fu Shi understood one thing.

He Feng did give him a ride. This was not a dungeon. Fu Shi couldn't figure out the principle, but it was probably a combination of rebirth and time travel.

Damn it, God, why is it so difficult for him to die just because he wants to?

The long whip covered with barbs, soaked in salt water, hit the skin and instantly took away a piece of flesh.

The pain eroded his sanity. Fu Shi narrowed his eyes and moved his fingertips slightly.

The whip landed on the side of his neck, and warm blood immediately flowed out.

The familiar position, the familiar pain, the pleasure of killing the enemy with one's own hands swept through every inch of nerves, the heart was beating, and as the waist and abdomen were whipped again, the fool's madness returned again.

He suddenly laughed softly, and the man who was about to whip him paused and met those eyes.

Murderous intent, excitement, obsession, madness, each emotion is frightening to watch.

Fu Shi suddenly whistled and began to think about how to break free.

His eyes once again swept over the people in the yard to calculate the enemy's total combat power, and his sight finally fell on the man wrapped in the white cloak. The smile on Fu Shi's lips paused at this moment.

He didn't recognize that face, but it was familiar, very familiar.

Whether it was the eyebrows or the expression, he was so familiar with them.

The memories belonging to this body came flooding back. Fu Shi knew that this was the most powerful minister of the dynasty, and it was not the case when he was 9,000 years old, but he felt so familiar.

The barren memory was cleared again, and the key information was turned out.

Jiu Qian Sui Hou Bu Ren was the name bestowed by the present emperor. Jiu Qian Sui's original name was Shi Fu.

Time bound.

This is his time bondage.

This realization made Fu Shi's blood slowly warm up, and his originally outward aggressiveness became docile.

He stared at Shi Fu, and finally his ears turned red and he lowered his eyes in fear.

The thought of wanting to die suddenly disappeared, and Fu Shi couldn’t tell what was going on in his mind.

Is this compensation?

Could it be that the Creator designed it just for him? How embarrassing.

Fu Shi thought so and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of determination. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the upper palate and flicked it lightly, uttering a syllable full of provocation.

The Fool smiled brightly and said, "Leave me alive."

He also knew what the original owner of this body had done. He cursed Jiu Qian Sui directly in the street. According to Shi Fu's current temper, not only would he torture him to death, he might even turn him into a human pig.

But this is absolutely not possible. He finally has this opportunity and he would feel sorry for himself if he doesn't enjoy it.

only.

Without waiting for Shi Fu to speak, Fu Shi asked again: "You, how about that?"

From his puzzled tone and his constant downward glances, everyone knew what Fu Shi meant.

"How dare you!" Zhu Lu's expression darkened and he snatched the whip from his subordinate's hand: "You are simply courting death!"

"If you dare to touch me, I will break your fingers in a moment." Fu Shi only showed his good face to Shi Fu, and never concealed his aggressiveness towards others: "Come on, give it a try."

The tone of his words was quite disdainful. Zhu Lu had never been so angry before. He swung the whip and went towards Fu Shi.

Zhu Lu is Shi Fu's most skilled subordinate, and the force of his whip is not light. Shi Fu's heart was tightened and then fell back to its original position suddenly.

There was no other reason, it was just that the person who was originally on the rack broke free from his restraints the moment the whip was swung, his long inky hair moved slightly, and the next second Zhu Lu was pressed to the ground.

There was a beating pulse under Fu Shi's palm, and he directly controlled the weakness. Compared with the nervous crowd, he slowly grasped Zhu Lu's fingers, and bent them back suddenly the moment the others drew their swords.

Zhu Lu gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He looked into the young man's eyes and swallowed unconsciously.

The rage in those light-colored eyes surged up. Years of martial arts training had made him develop the habit of observing his opponents. Now, when he looked at Fu Shi, he only felt danger.

"Good boy."

In response to Fu Shi's praise for Zhu Lu's calm and peaceful personality, he smiled and untied Zhu Lu's hands, then stood up and restored his dislocated thumb.

Normally, Fu Shi wouldn't care about these pains at all, but now he suddenly became a little pretentious.

The wind happened to be quite strong, and Fu Shi shivered and turned his head to look at Shi Fu.

His drooping eyebrows were full of pity, and he shouted in an extremely aggrieved voice: "Brother, I'm cold."

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked. Xuanying, who wanted to go up and grab the person, saw his master raised his hand and stopped others from taking action in time.

Shi Fu sat on the armchair, his chin slightly raised and he looked at Fu Shi for a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

The soaked inner garment stuck to his body, making him feel cold and uncomfortable. The places where he had been whipped were already torn apart, and blood mixed with the wet garment, forming a pale red flower. Fu Shi's eyes were gradually filled with sadness. He looked at Shi Fu in front of him and took the first step.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and finally Fu Shi stood in front of Shi Fu. He held Shi Fu's face with both hands and looked into those deep eyes again.

"I've seen your eyes." Fu Shi said, his voice a little hoarse: "Shi Fu, you must say 'love' before anything happens."

Not long ago, when death arrived, Fu Shi was not as happy as he had imagined.

He was thinking about his next life and what if.

He must be healthy, clean, strong, positive, and even correct.

But imagination is imagination, he is still himself, even worse.

Fu Shi stared at those eyes seriously, just like Shi was trapped in the torrent of death, he held his hand, and insisted on saying love to him.

It seemed that all this was just because after he was with Shi Fu, he always thought of He Feng who turned into the little mermaid, so he suddenly had an idea and wrote in the notebook that he would die without love.

So every day when he woke up, the words Shifu left for him were always "I love you".

He was still saying "I love you" when he was about to die, as if he could keep himself here by saying it over and over again.

Kind of silly.

Fu Shi suddenly laughed, and his tears splashed on Shi Fu's face, causing his fingers under his cloak to clench violently.

"Brother, I will die without love." Fu Shi looked serious. He stroked the corners of Shi Fu's eyes and said, "So, please leave me here."

As soon as the cloak was lifted, Fu Shi fell into a warm embrace. He sighed comfortably, and his eyes went dark and bright before he lost consciousness in an instant.

No one in the courtyard dared to look up. Shi Fu stared at the person who had fainted in his arms and couldn't tell what he felt.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, holding the person and thinking for a while.

He had never seen Fu Shi before today, and had rarely even heard of him. But the moment the young man woke up, his emotions seemed to be affected by him.

It was a very strange feeling, and what was even stranger was that he didn't reject it.

He wants acceptance.

He thought of the dream that had been haunting him.

There was a figure walking in front of him all the time, staggering at first, then slowly becoming more determined, until finally jumping up and down with great joy.

But he just wanted to catch that figure, as if he didn't want the end ahead.

Maybe it's a bit far-fetched, but he felt that the figure was Fu Shi, either the previous Fu Shi or the current Fu Shi.

This idea was so ridiculous that Jiu Qiansui hugged the person and thought about it for a quarter of an hour but still couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, the cloak blocked the wind, so Fu Shiyun was relatively calm.

Finally, Jiu Qiansui stood up, carefully holding the person in his arms and strode away.

It's like he's made some kind of decision.

However, the body occupied by Fu Shi was too weak, and he developed a high fever at three quarters after noon. Not only that, there were also some bastards who wanted to take advantage of the situation and snatch this body from him.

Fu Shi snorted coldly, and directly beat the man's already shallow soul to make it even more transparent.

"Let's not talk about how you dared to scold Shi Fu. Just based on the lives you have taken, you should have died long ago." Fu Shi sneered and grabbed the man's neck. "The first person you killed when you were 11 was strangled to death by you. That person was your servant, and you strangled him to death just because he was a little late."

"You must have killed countless people so far, Fu Anle."

As if in response to Fu Shi's words, some wronged souls who had been waiting for a long time suddenly pounced over and tried desperately to bite Fu Anle's soul.

Hearing Fu Anle's screams, Fu Shi loosened his hand and left Fu Anle to this group of souls, while he watched coldly.

This body was also called Fu Shi, with the courtesy name Anle. He didn't have the habit of pinching himself by calling his own name, so he just called his courtesy name directly, which was just enough to distinguish him.

Fu Anle's crimes did not stop there. In order to cover up his physical defects, he deliberately kidnapped women on the street, tortured them to death, and threw them out of the house to show his "normality", which made Fu Shi feel disgusted.

If Fu Anle wasn't incompetent, couldn't touch women and didn't like men, he would have to die, otherwise it would be simply disgusting.

Others even rode their horses in the streets to injure people and opened brothels. Anyone he disliked would be whipped with a whip, not to mention those who dared to go against him, no one survived. He had taken countless lives, and was simply full of evil. He deserved to die.

"Your body belongs to me, as for you." Fu Shi looked down at Fu Anle's frightened eyes and chuckled, "Go to hell, scum."

At the hour of Xu, it was already completely dark outside. Fu Shi, who had been in a coma for three hours, finally showed some reaction. His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Shi Fu was nervous and clenched his fists, waiting for the result.

He had a premonition that if that person could not stay, he would become Fu Anle, who should be tortured to death by him.

For the first time, Jiu Qian Sui felt fear. His expression became increasingly serious, causing Doctor Li, who was kneeling beside him, to tremble.

Fu Shi had no strength left in his body, and it was difficult for him to even open his eyes. He simply closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm hungry."

Outside the house, the chicken soup that had been simmering on the stove was put to good use. Shi Fu personally helped Fu Shi up, and ended up feeding him the chicken soup with a white porcelain spoon, which stunned the four cronies of the Nine Thousand Year Old Man.

The chicken soup was not greasy, but it was slightly bitter, probably because of the medicinal herbs added. Fu Shi took a few sips and then closed his mouth, not wanting to drink any more.

This also restored some of his strength, and he was finally able to open his eyes.

Fu Shi, who seemed like he could eat Fu Anle directly in front of him, now felt very aggrieved. He stared at Shi Fu and snorted, "It doesn't taste good."

"Then kill him." Shi Fu looked at Fu Shi and ordered, "Just give the family some compensation."

Fu Shi: ...

No! Wait! This doesn't sound right!

Who to kill? The cook who made the soup?! Just because he said it was not tasty? No! How come someone really moved!

In a flash, Fu Shi didn't know where he got the strength from, he quickly snatched the bowl of soup and drank it all in small gulps.

He coughed, took the handkerchief handed over by Shi Fu, wiped his mouth and said: "It's not that bad to drink, huh."

Shi Fu saw and laughed.

The worry in my heart finally settled back into my stomach.

Well, this guy is still here.