My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 366 Repeat the same mistakes?

But unfortunately, things never go as planned.

To this day, Gao Huan can still think of himself who once persuaded Er Zhurong to depose Wei and proclaim himself emperor.

In front of him, Zhu Houcong faced the dying remnant soul of Gao Huan.

There was no pity in his eyes for the hero who was about to disappear completely.

He stared at the broken void around him and sent these Yin soldiers and ghosts who were favored by fate back to the southern suburbs of the capital.

Waiting for the answer from the ghost with the form of Gao Huan in front of him.

"The former Gao Huan is dead, but his ghost is still wandering in this land..."

The dying soul in front of me said this.

Zhu Houcong took Gao Lin into his hands and placed the frightened son of Liaodong general under his protection.

Gao Lin's eyes widened in surprise at this answer.

Zhu Houcong's expression didn't seem strange.

"You must have seen those terrifying things with bodies that can cover the sky. Then you must understand that no living thing can survive for thousands of years under the gaze of those things."

Gao Huan's remnant soul replied slowly.

Zhu Houcong keenly noticed that as the world collapsed, the innocent souls of the six towns died one after another, turning into ashes and floating in the air.

The world once again resounded with the sad and sad song of Chile.

The rational side of the remnant soul of Gao Huan in front of him is gradually dissipating as time goes by.

The ubiquitous resentment in the air was intertwined with it.

It's like the birth of new life.

But this time, compared to the monotonous repetition of the established fate in the past.

The poem praising Gao Huan's achievements, which appeared hundreds of years in advance, was vaguely mixed in the endless Chilean songs that were sung around him.

Injecting new changes into the originally peaceful backwater.

Will people's beliefs and understanding of that period of history also have an impact on these ghosts?

Zhu Houcong looked at everything in front of him and thought in his heart.

"All things have their own laws of birth and death..."

He said.

Zhu Houcong looked at the remnant soul of Gao Huan in front of him, who was passively accepting the transformation of the world.

With a huge ripple, most of the world was completely torn into pieces.

The entire Liaodong seemed to hear the terrifying cries of ghosts coming from overhead.

Compared to those ordinary people who wake up in the middle of the night, get out of bed and go outside to watch the excitement.

The wealthy generals of Liaodong and the Jurchen shamans in the jungle.

They all looked up to the sky in unison.

Watching the sneaky thing covering the sky and the sun running towards the capital, and fell into a deep sleep under the capital again.

The expressions on their faces varied.

The only thing that is the same is the fear of Ming Ting's power.

There are hundreds of thousands of dark soldiers and ghost generals. For those who have been in the northeast of the empire all year round, dealing with mountain monsters and evil spirits in the frontier jungle, they naturally have a very clear understanding of what such power represents.

This is a force that even the wealthy families in Liaodong cannot resist. In addition to the mighty emperor and the brave generals of the imperial army, does the Ming court have another force that can dominate the world?

At this moment, Gao Huan, or the remnant soul of Gao Huan, was built on the resentment of Gao Huan's death and the spirits of the soldiers in the six towns, and in compliance with the stories and legends passed down by people orally.

At this time, he looked at Gao Lin behind Zhu Houcong, who seemed a little restless after hearing such secrets, and said.

"People always have unrealistic expectations for powers beyond their control...but luckily what happened today wasn't too bad -"

Half of Gao Huan's body gradually shattered.

He said lightly.

For these future generations who try to take advantage of their own selfishness.

He neither admires nor dislikes it.

Although in theory, as long as his legend is immortal, he can continue to maintain his existence. No matter how many times he is defeated, he can be resurrected again after completing the accumulation.

But every resurrection means the bankruptcy and death of a popular heroic story.

Each resurrection will be a new life and a new joy.

Therefore, he has no intention of stopping future generations from trying to control this incomprehensible terrifying power or curse.

Even with a hint of ridicule, I watched how these descendants who finally broke free from the shackles and control of those terrible things and managed to escape from the endless madness were like moths to the flame countless times. Trying like death, and not knowing what fear is again and again like fate, once again trying to follow the same mistakes of ancient ancestors.

And this time, can they break away from the curse hidden in the Gao family's bloodline again?

"So, while there is still time, what do you want to pray for..."

"And this contemporary earthly human god may be able to answer your questions based on my limited knowledge during my lifetime..."

After hearing Gao Huan's answer, Zhu Houcong replied without hesitation.

"Thank you very much. It just so happens that I also have some questions about what is happening in this land."

At this time, the two of them were standing opposite each other, talking calmly, and there was no sign of the tension between their swords.

Gao Lin naturally had no way of knowing what the two talked about. Zhu Houcong talked to him using the technique of sound transmission, and Gao Lin could only see the two people's auras intertwining with each other.

Then Gao Huan's remnant soul showed a look of surprise, as if he was not surprised by Zhu Houcong's question.

Zhu Houcong's question is simple.

"Why North Korea?"

"Why did the rulers of the Central Plains in the past dynasties always firmly believe that they could obtain the elixir of immortality in North Korea?"

"Is there any basis for this?"

When Gao Huan heard Zhu Houcong's question, after taking a deep look at the powerful man and god in front of him, he seemed to think of Murong Tuoba who occupied the north back then, and even the great Emperor Fu Jian... Although he knew that he wanted Xiwei, he still couldn't. Still holding on to the last vestige of fantasy, he sent a mission to the peninsula, trying to search for the whereabouts of the elixir.

I hope this earthly man-god will not go astray because of this.

After all, those people back then could only segregate one area in the north, and even if they made mistakes, they would not bring harm to the whole world.

Gao Huan glanced at Zhu Houcong with complicated eyes, remained silent for a moment, and replied.

"Why North Korea... Although I can't give you a specific answer, I can point you in the direction..."

"When I was sorting out the ruins of the former Han Dynasty before the collapse, I also saw the governors of that great empire in the past. After Emperor Wu raised troops to wipe out Korea and established the four counties of Lelang, Zhenfan, Lintun and Xuantu, Following the Emperor Wu's secret order, he followed the route of the First Emperor's eastward tour and collected massive documents about the Qin Dynasty's voyages to sea... The literati of the empire collected and organized them, and then sent them to Guanzhong via the imperial road for Emperor Wu to read... Although those Most of the vast libraries located in the eastern part of the empire have been destroyed by war over time."

"But I can tell you for sure that what the Ming Dynasty is doing now has been done by every previous dynasty. The First Emperor's eastward tour, Emperor Wu's conquest of North Korea... it is definitely not a whim in the eyes of outsiders - "

"There is a reason behind everything——"

(End of this chapter)