Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 197 Give Your Retired Emperor a Shot Too

"What's your name? What's your position?"

"The one who is in charge of the Privy Council in the Song Dynasty is Feng Xie!"

With a strong face, Feng Xie stood tall and spoke in a loud voice.

Not only did he attract everyone's attention, but Lin Dao also glanced at him twice.

Such a righteous and awe-inspiring person can hardly be a treacherous minister.

Lin Dao glanced at the information on the tablet, then raised his eyelids and asked, "Are you a former official of Wanyan Gou's residence?"

Feng Xie was taken aback. "Who is Wanyan Gou?"

"Impeach Li Gang and appoint him as the surrender envoy."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xie couldn't help but defend himself.

"Li Gang is absurd! He should be impeached!"

"Not an envoy to surrender, but an envoy to express gratitude!"

Lin Dao, behind the mask, was also smiling.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"To repay the Jurchens for destroying our country, we go and thank them?"

Feng Xie, who exudes an aura of power, still speaks with great vigor even under the gun barrel. No wonder he was able to run to the Jin camp to deliver the good news and spend three days drinking together.

"You don't understand~"

"Our troops are too weak to fight; only by seeking peace can we have a chance of survival."

"Once the Jurchens are driven away, we will naturally assist the Emperor in governing diligently, revitalizing the nation, and enduring hardship to achieve our goals."

'boom! boom! boom! ’

Three shots fired in quick succession brought Feng Xie's impassioned speech to an abrupt halt.

He looked down in disbelief at the wounds on his body from which blood was gushing.

The next moment, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Dao stood up and pointed the gun at Feng Xie's mouth.

"At my age, all I have left is my mouth!"

"I've seen plenty of trashy talkers like you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Inside the Daqing Hall, everyone was as silent as a cicada in winter.

That armored man is absolutely brutal!

"next."

The man in purple robes, with the gun pointed at him, dared not step forward. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing.

"Spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"

Lin Dao was furious.

The Glock in his hand kept going off until it ran out of bullets.

"You bastard, how dare you insult me!"

"You're not a golden statue, why are you begging for mercy!"

Li Ruoshui could no longer stand it and immediately stepped forward to rebuke, "Who exactly are you? How are you any different from a demonic cultivator, killing innocent people indiscriminately like this?"

Lin Dao lowered his head and changed the magazine. "Who are you? What is your position?"

"Li Ruoshui, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel of the Imperial Song Dynasty, and Commander of the Four Walls!"

"Just kill me!"

"Oh?" Lin Dao looked up and turned his head. "You're Li Ruoshui?"

"Hmph, could it be that someone is impersonating Li?"

There's no need to check the information; Lin Dao already knows this person.

A rare upright person in a court dominated by the surrender faction.

He refused to surrender to the Jurchens and was ultimately brutally murdered.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Dao indicated, "You don't have to die. Go wait over there."

This stark contrast in treatment immediately drew everyone's attention.

Why? !

Li Ruoshui, her face flushed red, was furious. "What does this mean?"

Lin Dao pressed the gun to Zhao Huan's forehead and gave him instructions.

"Make him obey."

Zhao Huan, clutching his bleeding nose, quickly looked at Li Ruoshui and pleaded.

His gaze was desolate, and his words were drawn out with a mournful tone.

"My dear lady..."

Li Ruoshui covered her face helplessly, bowed with difficulty, and walked to the side to close her eyes.

"next."

The military strength of Bianliang City has collapsed.

After the Jurchens occupied the city walls and sealed the city gates, the morale of the Imperial Guards, the loyalist troops, and the Imperial Attendants all collapsed.

They're good at things like guarding houses, raiding homes, and arresting people.

If you really want them to risk their lives, don't even bother asking unless you offer them a generous reward.

Lin Dao held the emperor hostage in the Daqing Hall and massacred the court officials.

The guards outside the palace stood in strict formation; not a single one dared to rush in to offer assistance, let alone get close.

There were quite a few palace maids and eunuchs who kept looking around, listening to the faint sounds of firecrackers coming from inside the hall.

Some of the more astute ones had already run off to report to the Empress Dowager and the Empress.

Inside the Daqing Hall, Lin Dao changed his magazine again.

"next."

Lin Dao's words carried a hint of weariness.

Repeating the same action too often will indeed make you feel tired, but it has nothing to do with physical fitness; it's purely a psychological discomfort.

At this point, there were not many people left in the red and purple robes in the hall.

Most of them had already fallen to the ground, with only a few people, including Li Ruoshui and Zhang Shuye, standing in the safe zone with their eyes closed.

On the once pristine gold bricks, pools of blood gradually pooled and formed a river.

The pungent smell of blood made people dizzy.

As for why not run away~
The armored men did not kill all the officials; a few with good reputations in historical records were spared.

This gives hope to those around them.

Furthermore, the magical artifacts wielded by the armored man were far too terrifying.

No matter how far you run, you'll be shot dead.

For the cowardly and weak surrenderers, who would willingly risk death if given the chance to live?

In addition, Lin Dao had previously demonstrated a time-space kill technique.

This miraculous performance further shattered their psychological defenses.

Facing a deity, or at least someone who has truly achieved immortality, how could one run away?
Everyone suffers from the torment of hope and despair, enduring unbearable pain.

Those who hadn't yet been named were already experiencing nausea and turmoil, some sitting on the ground, others leaning against something, their faces showing a look of utter despair.

In such a perilous environment, there was only one person who still stood upright, his face calm as if he didn't care about anything.

This outstanding performance also caught Lin Dao's attention. "You..."

"come over."

As the man strode forward with firm steps, Lin Dao casually picked up the tablet computer, which, to everyone in the hall, resembled a terrifying book of life and death.

I casually asked, "What's your name? What's your job?"

"Qin Hui, Imperial Censor-in-Chief of the Song Dynasty."

Lin Dao looked up.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, which was usually unmoved even by the brutal battlefield.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of me is actually Qin Hui?
The most notorious traitor in history.

Although many treacherous officials have done things like betraying their country and killing loyal ministers.

But in terms of reputation alone, the one with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of me is definitely the most well-known.

Lin Dao put down the tablet, stood up, and looked directly at Qin Hui.

Looking at the hideous mask in front of him, Qin Hui subconsciously swallowed.

How can you know yourself without even looking at the Book of Life and Death?

Lin Dao stared at him, making Qin Hui feel uneasy.

He subconsciously glanced at the magical artifact in the armored man's hand.

Could it be that I'm about to be killed by this magical artifact?

It seems that his attempt to appear different from others did not work.

"You are Qin Hui."

Lin Dao smiled, raised his hand, which was covered by an iron glove, and patted Qin Hui on the shoulder.

This action nearly scared Qin Hui to death.

He clearly remembered that touching this armored man meant certain death!

"good very good."

Lin Dao did not shoot Qin Hui to death.

This is not punishment at all, but forgiveness.

It must be such a pity that Qin Hui was eliminated so easily.

Qin Hui's death had to be extremely tragic to vent his anger.

Take out the travel bag, take out the box from it, and take out the adrenaline injection inside.

"Take it."

Faced with the order, Qin Hui dared not disobey.

Lin Dao pointed at Zhao Huan and said, "Go and give him a needle in the buttocks."

“This, this, this~~~”

Looking at the colorless liquid sloshing inside the syringe, Qin Hui trembled. "Could it be poison?"

"You're right."

Lin Dao laughed again, "It is indeed poison, extremely poisonous."

"However, it is a chronic condition. Taking the antidote regularly can effectively delay the onset of the poison."

"No, no, no~~~" Qin Hui's hands trembled like a leaf, his voice shrill, "I dare not~"

"can."

Lin Dao raised his hand, and the hot muzzle of the gun was pressed against Qin Hui's forehead.

The gun barrels, which had already been used to deal with dozens or even hundreds of corrupt officials, were so hot that they instantly burned Qin Hui's forehead, causing white smoke to rise from it.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the aroma of burnt crust filled the air.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Amidst screams, Qin Hui trembled as he walked toward Zhao Huan.

Those who were still alive looked at him with utter contempt.

Uncle Zhang shook his head repeatedly, "I really misjudged him!"

"Qin Aiqing, don't come any closer~~~"

In his emotional state, Zhao Huan's nose, which had broken its bridge, started bleeding again.

He flailed his arms and legs wildly, kicking and backing away on the ground, his expression one of extreme fear.

In Zhao Huan's eyes, Qin Hui, who held a strange magical artifact, was nothing more than a demonic ghost.

Without a doubt, Qin Hui's reputation was completely ruined at this moment.

"Move quickly."

Lin Dao, who was watching the commotion from behind, urged unhurriedly, "Your face has already been stripped bare, what are you still hesitating about?"

Qin Hui, his face pale, let out a desperate groan.

Only now did he admit that he was a coward who clung to life!

Feeling the gazes directed at him from all around, Qin Hui's eyes reddened.

He gritted his teeth, strode forward, grabbed Zhao Huan, and reached out to tear off the dragon robe.

Zhao Huan, on the other hand, suddenly felt weak all over and lay on the ground, powerless.

She stared at Qin Hui with tears streaming down her face, muttering to herself.

"My dear Qin~ My dear Qin~~"

"Tsk~" Lin Dao chuckled as he watched. "So affectionate, anyone who didn't know better would think it was a female-oriented novel."

"Hold the needle steady and insert it."

Qin Hui never used it, so he doesn't know what kind of strength it must have.

Now, facing a life-or-death situation, he disregarded everything else and forcefully inserted the needle into Zhao Huan's buttocks.

"Ow~~~"

Humans are probably born with a fear of injections.

Especially since Zhao Huan had never experienced this before and was in a tense situation, his howl after the needle was inserted was earth-shattering and heart-wrenching.

The retired Emperor Huizong, Zhao Ji, who was not far away, was already terrified and his scalp tingled.

"Press the lever behind you and push all the poison in."

Lin Dao, who simply crossed his arms, laughed heartily, "This is a top-grade poison from the Heavenly Realm."

"How are you feeling? Is your heart racing, your breathing becoming rapid, your blood pressure soaring, and are you experiencing dizziness and tinnitus?"

This stuff has side effects, and in severe cases, it can be dangerous.

However, Lin Dao didn't care.

If he really can't hold on, then he deserves it!
Zhao Huan experienced the physical reaction described by Lin Dao, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

He crawled and twisted on the ground like a decapitated snake.

"Immortal, have mercy! Save me!"

Lin Dao took out a box of Liuwei Dihuang Pills, poured out one pill and threw it over.

"This is the antidote; it will provide relief for a day."

The tiny pill fell onto the ground into a pool of blood.

Zhao Huan scrambled forward and, without any hesitation, opened his mouth to lick it.

A cowardly, timid, and afraid-of-death person like that could actually become an emperor!
He took out another adrenaline syringe from his travel bag and tossed it to Qin Hui, who looked distressed.

He gestured to Zhao Ji with his eyes, "Give your retired emperor a shot too."

(End of this chapter)