Group chat of all heavens: My superpowers are too despicable

Chapter 8: The gift from the predecessor who traveled through time, the imperial seal

[Li Nana]: What the hell?

[Li Nana]: Don’t make such jokes so early in the morning.

Li Xiaoming's words really scared everyone.

After all, early in the morning, a mentally ill old friend suddenly came out of the group and said that he was going to die and wanted to tell his last words. How could this not scare people?

[Miao Xiaomiao]: I have known you for several years. Don’t say such scary things. It’s not funny at all.

[Li Xiaoming]: Hahahaha.

[Li Xiaoming]: Xiao Miao, Nana, we have known each other for so many years, have you ever seen me joking?

[Li Xiaoming]: Besides, don’t you know my situation?
[Li Xiaoming]: From the day I decided to rebel, I anticipated my outcome.

[Li Xiaoming]: Death is just the end of my life, but my thoughts will be immortal.

[Li Xiaoming]: It will replace me and guide more people to awaken and resist this absurd feudal dynasty.

Li Xiaoming said a lot, many words that they understood and didn’t understand.

Even later on, Li Xiaoming's word order began to become confused.

At this moment, everyone in the chat group also noticed Li Xiaoming's situation.

Talking nonsense, feeling the clothes and the bed, picking up the thread in the air.

Delirium often occurs in people who are near death.

And Li Xiaoming has already shown symptoms.

Maybe, it won’t be long.

Their chat group is about to lose another friend.

Among the five people in the chat group, the saddest ones are Li Nana and Miao Xiaomiao. They have spent the longest time with Xiao Ming and have the deepest friendship with him.

It is hard not to feel sad when seeing a friend you have known for so long pass away.

Although they had been mentally prepared for Li Xiaoming's death, how could they face it so easily when the day really came?
The other three people in the group, including Zhao Gongming, had just joined the group chat yesterday and had no contact with Li Xiaoming. They did not have any deep feelings about Li Xiaoming's death.

They didn't say anything, but just watched Li Xiaoming calmly as he told his last words.

[Li Xiaoming]: I seem to be talking nonsense again.

[Li Xiaoming]: My body can no longer hold on. Since we have known each other for a long time, I would like to give you something.

[Ding, Li Xiaoming sent a random red envelope. ]

[Ding, Miao Xiaomiao received the red envelope. ]

【drop……】

[Damn, you have snatched the imperial seal.]

It is four inches square and has five white jade dragons and tigers coiled together. There is an inscription engraved on it: "Mandate from Heaven, May you live long and prosper."

The moment he got the jade seal, the five dragons on it seemed to come alive, wandering around the seal, staring at Zhao Gongming with their eyes.

The entire jade seal was shining with strange light, which seemed to have vitality and poured into Zhao Gongming's body.

Zhao Gongming only felt his whole body was hot, and a scorching hot current was flowing through his body.

The white jade Chihu broke free from the restraints of the jade seal, followed Zhao Gongming's hand, and entered his body.

This imperial seal is no ordinary object.

Zhao Gongming suddenly remembered that the world where Li Xiaoming lived was a fantasy world with explosive military power.

How could a dynasty in such a fantasy world use ordinary objects to carry the dynasty's fortune?
Zhao Gongming was not worried that Li Xiaoming would harm him.

Because the chat group has a rule that members cannot harm each other by any means.

He is safe.

……

"call."

"Crack, click, click..."

Zhao Gongming exhaled a breath of white air, then stretched his waist with a crackling sound.

Zhao Gongming took off his shirt, revealing his arms and chest. Three fierce and ferocious Chihu tattoos appeared on his arms and chest.

The Chihu tattoo seemed to have sensed Zhao Gongming's gaze, and it opened its eyes and stared at Zhao Gongming, and the tattoo began to move.

This is alive.

Zhao Gongming counted the number of Chihu in detail, then lifted up his trouser legs. Sure enough, there were two Chihu coiled around his legs.

The Chihu on the imperial seal ran onto him.

As for the imperial seal, it had long been missing. But Zhao Gongming knew that the imperial seal had not disappeared, but had been hidden.

Hiding inside his body.

These five Chihu are the imperial seal.

Zhao Gongming just moved his mind, and the five Chihu gathered into one, and the jade seal flashing with strange light appeared in front of Zhao Gongming again.

Heirloom Seal, blessed by Heaven, brings good fortune to the country, repels all evil, suppresses national destiny, brings good weather, and brings peace and prosperity to the country and the people.

Zhao Gongming cannot use these effects because he is not the emperor.

In addition, the imperial seal has another effect.

After taking the imperial seal into his body, Zhao Gongming could clearly feel that his physical condition had made a qualitative leap.

……

[Miao Xiao Miao]: Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword? Isn't this the ancestral sword of that dynasty?

[Li Xiaoming]: Yes, I have overthrown that dynasty.

[Miao Xiaomiao]: Aren’t you going to leave it to your disciples?
[Li Xiaoming]: No, I don't intend to leave these royal things to them. You know me. I made up my mind from the moment I started the rebellion.

[Li Xiaoming]: I want to create a country where everyone is equal, there are no emperors and nobles, no landlords and tyrants, everyone has food to eat, everyone has clothes to wear, and it is an equal and harmonious country.

[Li Xiaoming]: It’s a pity that things don’t always go as planned.

[Li Xiaoming]: Hahahahaha.

[Li Xiaoming]: Sorry, I can’t hold on any longer.

[Li Xiaoming]: See you later, everyone.

[Ding ding ding, Li Xiaoming is offline. 】

……

A dilapidated, war-torn palace.

There were fallen bodies everywhere.

Some were guards, some were peasants, and some were palace maids.

The flowing blood gathered and formed pools of blood under the stairs.

A group of people, dressed in yellow, began to clean up the bodies in the palace.

And in the most important hall of the imperial palace.

An old man with a gaunt face, white hair and a staff in his hand stood beside the dragon throne, looking up at the sky, his eyes passing through the collapsed roof and looking at the sky filled with black smoke.

There was a flicker of resentment in his eyes.

He really couldn't accept it.

It’s just the beginning.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

This thief is God.

The old man shouted to the sky, then spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell down on the dragon throne, and his consciousness began to blur.

"God, God."

"Teacher, teacher."

Many men and women immediately rushed up from below and surrounded the old man anxiously.

He looked at the old man with concern.

Suddenly, the dying old man regained consciousness, and his originally insane mind became clear.

His clear eyes looked around and finally stopped on a short boy with a determined look in the crowd.