On the correct way to hook up with a poisonous tongue

When that stab came, Qin Shi didn't think about anything, and blocked him subconsciously.

It has always been like this in the past, almost all the injuries on his body are for Zhao Rin.But this time, it happened right in his heart, and he died before he could say a word.

Qin Shi looked at his own corpse on the ground, it was still bleeding, and it flowed meanderingly along his heart, soon staining a large area around him with blood.

Zhao Rin seemed to be shocked. After the other guards restrained the assassin, he wanted to ask the assassin, but found that the man had already bit the poison sac in his mouth and committed suicide.

Qin Shi's translucent soul was floating in the air, and he was a little scared for a moment, afraid that Zhao Rin would be sad when he found out that he died.But later, he found that everything he thought was too ridiculous.

Zhao Rin silently looked at his corpse on the ground, squatted down, and probed his breath.For a long time, there was no movement.

Qin Shi couldn't see the sadness on his usually expressionless face, but felt that the knife that pierced his heart just now seemed to have pierced his soul as well, and he still felt pain even though he lost his body.Pain and chills.

Zhao Rin looked at the little eunuch who was standing blankly beside him, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, smashing all the teacups on the table, and falling to pieces all over the floor.

He said, "Why are you standing still? I'm not cleaning up yet."

As if waking up from a dream, the little eunuch dragged his body down, leaving a long trail of blood.His subordinates panicked, so they wiped all the blood on Zhao Rin's body.

Qin Shi watched Zhao Rin turn around and leave, he reached out to pull his sleeve, but couldn't grab anything.

It turned out that he had become a ghost, and he was no longer a human being with Zhao Rin.

Qin Shi was escorted away by the ghost messenger, put on handcuffs, and saw Zhao Rin burn the clothes he had just changed for the last time.

He thought his blood had stained his clothes.

The road to the underworld is very long, every step seems to be stained with blood, Qin Shi did not dare to walk too fast, for fear that the wound in his heart would be involved and the crack would be deeper.

He walked across the Naihe Bridge and saw the Sansheng Stone. At the end, there was a wrinkled old woman who was passing him a bowl of tea soup.She said that after drinking this soup, the past will be forgotten, there will be no more pain, and you can go to reincarnation.

But Qin Shi didn't drink it, he threw away the bowl of soup, stumbled into the world, wanted to find Zhao Rin, and asked him what he was all these years.

But when he arrived at the lower realm, it turned into a strange place.

He stayed there for a long time before he learned from people in the past that this place is three thousand miles away from Chang'an.

he can't get to...

Qin Shi watched Zhao Rin come downstairs, followed by the woman, who was about to turn into the corner of the street soon, and could not be seen again.He took the first step, but couldn't take it back. Qin Shi grabbed the front of his front and stumbled after him, but he was almost in front of Zhao Rin, but was blocked by a layer of hot things.

He stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Rin's sleeve, the tentacles almost melted as if touching magma.

Qin Shi couldn't rely on him any more.

He leaned weakly in the corner, watching them drift away.

Maybe he still hated it, otherwise why did he still want to chase after him? Qin Shi clenched his fists tightly, almost burying his nails, adding pain to the burning pain just now.But when I still feel pain in my body, my heart doesn't hurt so much.

Qin Shi sat down, feeling in a trance, as if someone was calling him in a vicious voice, which was different from when Yaoguang did this on purpose.

That was the malice from the world that he was most familiar with.

He raised his head slowly, and saw a few hideous-looking evil spirits standing in front of him, some with broken arms or heads, all in various shapes and horrific.And they, with yellow saliva in their mouths, stared at him with a fierce look.