Starlight shone down.
It was raining heavily in Xianyang City.
The night was dark. Xianyang City should have been brightly lit, but the curfew had gradually increased.
Only a few lights were lit in the courtyards of the various dignitaries.
Gazing at the dark sky and dark clouds, many officials in Xianyang City felt a heavy pressure of death.
This was inevitable. The necromancer massacre that had been going on for several days had already dyed the entire Xianyang red with blood.
Hundreds of the latest batch of necromancers were still imprisoned in the prison, waiting to be executed tomorrow when the rain stopped.
"Sigh, His Majesty the First Emperor hasn't had morning court for several days. This would never have happened in the past.”
"Yeah, those necromancers deserve to die. They're really bold. They actually dared to use poison pills to pass off as immortal pills!”
"I told you long ago that there are no immortals in this world, and there is no immortality!”
"Sigh, before this happened, who would dare to tell His Majesty the First Emperor? He just hoped that the First Emperor wouldn't be so angry that he would fall ill!”
"Yes, the world has just settled down a few days ago, and recently, the remnants of the six dynasties have shown signs of rebellion."
"Those necromancers deserve to die!"
"It seems like a river of blood has been formed."
In Xianyang City, the wind and rain had not stopped, and dark clouds covered the city.
In the Great Qin Imperial Palace, it was a stormy situation.
In the study of the Great Qin Palace, dozens of luminous pearls and candles lit up the place.
The room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.
Ying Zheng, whose temples were a little white, was sitting behind the desk, wearing a black dragon and black bird cloak.
It was rare to see Ying Zheng with such a tired attitude.
His back was a little hunched, and his broad frame was a little thin. It was clearly the warm spring sun, but he was still draped in a thick cloak.
The face of this unrivaled overlord who had unified the world had already been deeply scarred, and his appearance had gradually aged. This was something that was almost impossible to be seen by Ying Zheng in the past.
Obviously, the necromancer incident had dealt him a huge blow.
The lights were brightly lit, and Ying Zheng was working at his desk, marking many memorials.
In the dead of night, it was completely silent. The black rain fell outside the window, giving Ying Zheng a sense of serenity.
After an unknown period of time, Ying Zheng slowly let out a breath, pressed his forehead and asked.
"How's the necromancer killing?"
Zhao Gao had appeared at the foot of the stairs. He bowed respectfully and answered.
"Your Majesty, according to the latest report, 36,021 fake necromancers have been killed in the country.”
"Destroy more than 3,000 altars.”
"The famous necromancers, sorcerers, and Watchmen have all been executed.”
"All the gains from the execution have been reported to His Majesty.”
Ying Zheng nodded, picked up the memorial and read it." I didn't hurt any civilians, did I?”
His question was surprisingly the same as Fu Su's.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, there was no accidental injury. I have already ordered many officials to search closely.”Zhao Gao replied softly.
"That's good." Looking at the seized items on the memorial, Ying Zheng rubbed his forehead and laughed coldly.
"They really deserve to be killed. A group of swindlers are actually so rich!”
"It's just two mere aristocrats, yet they were able to steal nearly ten thousand taels of gold!”
As he said that, Ying Zheng suddenly started coughing violently!
" Cough, cough, cough!!"
"This is almost the entire tax of Great Qin for several months!!”
"Cough cough cough!"
Ying Zheng coughed violently, but Zhao Gao lowered his head even more, not daring to look at Ying Zheng above him.
The current Ying Zheng was like a sick tiger that had almost fallen into a rage, and under his cloak was a despot who had no way out.
Many of the officials who had served the officials for generations had their heads chopped off and their entire family executed because they were involved in the necromancer case.
There were even some families that had followed his great-grandfather Qin Zhaoxiang King Ying Ji.
Now, everyone in Great Qin was on tenterhooks, and they were all on edge.
He was afraid that he had somehow gotten involved with the necromancer and that his house would be raided by the Black Ice Platform and the Iron Eagle Swordsman in the middle of the night.
"He really should be killed!"
Ying Zheng stopped coughing and panted heavily, the killing intent in his eyes boiling to the extreme.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
It was raining heavily.
In the entire study, only Ying Zheng's breathing could be heard.
Zhao Gao carefully stood on the spot, not daring to move. He was already drenched in sweat.
After an unknown period of time, Ying Zheng finally opened his eyes again.
He glanced at Zhao Gao and spoke slowly.
"What is Fu Su doing now?"
Although Zhao Gao supported Huhai and was not on good terms with Fu Su, he did not dare to be careless in this matter and quickly answered.
" Your Majesty, Young Master Fusu was extremely furious after hearing about the necromancer. He is now killing necromancers in Sushan County of Shangjun with General Meng Tian.”
"I've already killed more than a thousand necromancers.”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, which was a rare sight.
"Haha, not bad."
"It's hard for the usually gentle Fu Su to kill more than a thousand people.”
"It seems that he still has some guts in his bones. He finally has some of my appearance.”
"Cough cough."
Coughing, Ying Zheng's temples turned white, and he slowly let out a breath, his expression unreadable.
"After all, the current Fusu is the only one who can make Zhen worry.”
Hearing this, Zhao Gao lowered his head and didn't say anything. How could he dare to say anything?
He continued to submit the official documents. With the news of Fu Su's massacre, Ying Zheng's condition was obviously much better, and his mood was slightly better.
At this moment, a series of light footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
A eunuch knocked on the door respectfully.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Fusu, General Meng Tian requests an audience.”
"I have something to report."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.
"Oh? Weren't they in Shangjun? Why did he come back? I still have something to report."
"Xuan."
"Yes."
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