At this time, Zhao Zhuang's mind thought of a movie called "Bomb Disposal Squad". He really had such a feeling at this time, and he was obviously on the edge of absolute danger. If he could find Nalan Xingde's mercury-filled scalp location and pierce it, then he would be considered successful in defusing the bomb. If he couldn't or was counterattacked by the zombie under him during this process, his outcome would be no different from being blown to pieces by a bomb, and even compared to being eaten by zombies, Zhao Zhuang would rather choose the former, being blown up directly, quick and clean.

  Actually, Zhao Zhu also discovered that his strength seemed to have increased a lot compared to before. This couldn't be simply explained by the fact that he had always insisted on exercising and having good physical quality. No matter how good his physical quality was, could he really keep a zombie pinned to the ground?

  What's wrong with you?

  Was it the effect of eating that inner elixir?

  These thoughts only flashed through Zhao Zhu's mind, and then he began to hold the military knife in one hand to shave Nalan Xingde's hair first, because he had to cut off his hair and braid to expose his scalp before Zhao Zhu could accurately find that position. Otherwise, if the military knife scraped other parts of his head, it would only scrape out a spark, which showed its hardness.

  "Don't move, damn it!"

  Zhao Zhu's whole body was pressed onto Nalan Xingde, and Nalan Xingde's mouth was right in front of Zhao Zhu, getting closer and closer, but always just a little short. However, at this moment, Zhao Zhu quickly cut off Nalan Xingde's hair, fortunately, during that period, the "yin-yang head" hairstyle had not yet become popular, so Nalan Xingde's hair was not very long.

  In general, the handsome guys in Qing Dynasty dramas have their hair braided, but only a small part of their forehead is shaved clean, and the rest of their hair is left intact. Then, they braid a long and thick braid at the back, which looks refreshing although it's also a braid. After watching many times, you get used to it. For example, the men in "My Fair Princess", "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and "Iron Teeth Copper Tooth Ji Xiaolan" all have their hair styled this way.

  But in fact, it wasn't until the late Qing dynasty that this kind of queue really became popular. For a long time during the Qing dynasty, the queues were not like those depicted in TV dramas, but rather most of the hair on top of the head was shaved off, leaving only a small patch about the size of a palm at the back of the head, and then a short and curved queue was braided. It looked as ugly as it could be. If all the actors in Qing dynasty dramas had their hair styled like this, I reckon even the most handsome and charming male stars would be ruined, and possibly no one would dare to act because it would be too damaging to their image.

  Nalan Xingde's hair was quickly shaved off by Zhao Zhu, and indeed, in the area originally covered by his hair, there was a red mark about the size of a small thumb.

  "Finally found it."

  Zhao Zhu let out a loud roar, his whole body leaning forward, and then his knees pressed down heavily on Nalan Xingde's chest. At the same time, he raised his military knife and stabbed it fiercely into the red mark on Nalan Xingde's forehead!

  "Hum!"

  Zhao Zhu has a feeling of bursting balloons, feeling that Nalan Xinde, who was originally struggling hard under his body and almost being overturned, is now rapidly losing all his spirit and energy. His breath is gradually disappearing until it completely disappears, motionless.

  "Hmm...hmm..."

  Zhao Zhu got down from Nalan Xingde's body, sat on the ground panting heavily, then wiped his sweat and stood up again. On the ground, Nalan Xingde's corpse lay there, but the resentment on his body seemed to have dissipated. Apparently, this was also a kind of relief for him, for the former number one scholar of the Qing Dynasty.

  "Haha, I guess this counts as a profit."

  Zhao Zhu clenched his fists, and now he came to his senses. Earlier, he had become like a strongman, which was probably due to the internal elixir he had eaten. If not, he would not have been able to suppress Nalan Xingde at all, let alone break through his life gate.

  Without lingering too long, Zhao Zhu picked up his military saber and Nalan Xingde's fan, and continued to walk towards the depths of the passageway. The passageway had already reached its end, and after walking out, Zhao Zhu saw a spacious square, as well as a magnificent palace in the depths of the square.

  "Isn't this exaggeration? The mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang is probably not so abnormal." Zhao Zhu sucked in a breath, because he was completely shocked.

  On the square leading to the grand hall, two rows of soldiers wearing yellow horse jackets stood, each holding the waist sword, standing upright, and the Hanbaiyu horizontal bars around were dotted with night pearls, emitting a soft and cold light, creating a kind of terrible oppressive atmosphere for this underground building.

  "Maybe the essence of the dragon's pulse is really in there."

  Zhao Zhu continued to move forward, deliberately paying attention to the guards wearing yellow robes and carrying swords beside him. What made him feel at ease was that these guards were all dead, the kind that wouldn't suddenly come back to life. There were probably no less than three hundred of them along this road. If they all came back to life, then even if Zhao Zhu's strength had increased greatly after eating that strange creature's inner dan, he would still only have one outcome: being torn apart and swallowed alive by the guards rushing at him.

  He walked for nearly ten minutes on this road, because the atmosphere around him was really too depressing, he even dared not to breathe heavily. When he reached a stone bridge, he looked up and saw the "Taiji Temple" hanging in the middle of the eaves of the main hall.

  For some reason, Zhao Zhu suddenly didn't dare to take another step forward, nor did he dare to push open the door and enter the Taiji Temple. At this moment, he suddenly felt how small he was.

  Actually, Zhao Zhu is a second-generation official. His father was a doctor, but his military rank was not low. At home, they often entertained high-ranking officials and dignitaries. However, Zhao Zhu had never had the opportunity to meet people who truly stood at the pinnacle of human society, like those who symbolized the existence of an empire's most powerful peak, where one could even see the remnants of a 300-year-old imperial majesty. Zhao Zhu still felt somewhat intimidated...

  That's right, he was timid. Zhao Zhu also admitted that he was timid and needed time to calm down, otherwise he thought he would go crazy.

  This phenomenon is very common in reality. When ordinary people are interrogated by the police, they will inevitably tremble with fear as soon as they enter that small dark room. This is the intimidation of ordinary people by the authorities at work. Generally, when people see a mayor, they will be overwhelmed by his official power and can't breathe. And above him, there are provincial governors...and those big shots in the central government, their aura and presence are absolutely unimaginable to ordinary people.

  His teeth lightly bit his tongue, finally making his pulse and breathing steady. He finally took a step forward again, pushing open the door of the Tai Chi Hall. As he pushed open this door, a gust of air with decay and vicissitudes came from inside, and soon Zhao Zhu's whole person was somewhat unable to stand firm, and his consciousness began to sink into confusion.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! The Emperor has arrived, all officials enter the court!

  "Ming Bian" is "Xiang Jing Bian".

  Since the 8th year of Kangxi, every "audience" had two "ringing whips": one was when the emperor came out from the Zhonghe Temple to the Taiji Temple (Jinluan Temple), the imperial guards shouted "Ringing whip!" and responded with three clean whips; another time was after the ceremony ended, and again responded with three clean whips, the emperor ascended the sedan chair back to the palace, and the officials retreated.

  Zhao Zhu's consciousness recovered in the sound of the whip, but he found himself feeling out of place. He was walking slowly with his head down and slightly hunched back, his eyes fixed on his toes, wearing a pair of cloud-patterned boots, and under him was a black official uniform, seemingly embroidered with some rare birds. In front of him, there were also people wearing official uniforms walking, and by his side, there were also people walking, everyone lined up in an orderly queue and entered the Golden Hall, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

  However, at this time, Zhao Zhuo had already lost control of his body. He had the ability to think, perceive, see and hear, but he was just a lodger in this body and an onlooker, only able to see what this body saw and perceived.

  "If there is something to report, report it; if nothing, withdraw from court!" A eunuch's voice rang out, clear and crisp.

  "I have something to report!"

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