Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 61 Old Zhu, you're a fucking lunatic! [Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!]

This kid's just putting on a brave face! He's definitely acting!
The more nonchalantly he tries to distance himself, the more it proves how much he cares! He cares terribly!
Old Zhu thought this with certainty.

"Good! Excellent, Zhang Biao!"

"You're shameless! You've really opened our eyes today!"

He sat bolt upright, his withered fingers almost poking Zhang Biao's nose, and said in a deep voice:

"You think we wouldn't dare kill them?! You think we care about our reputation?!"

"Let me tell you! The reason we rose from a beggar monk to sit on this dragon throne wasn't because of empty words of benevolence and morality! It was because of this ruthlessness! It was about killing! Killing everyone who stood in our way! Killing everyone who dared to challenge us!"

As he spoke, a beastly glint flashed in his eyes, accompanied by a self-destructive frankness: "Reputation? That's bullshit!"

"As long as we hold the sword and the power of the army, the world will be governed by our rules!"

"Shen Lang and Li Mo? A bunch of ants! Killing them is no big deal! In our eyes, their lives are just as worthless as yours, Zhang Biao!"

"But we're going to use their blood to sharpen this unruly knife of yours!"

Zhu Yuanzhang completely tore off his mask of hypocrisy, revealing the most primitive, bloodthirsty, and shameless fangs of a founding emperor.

He wanted to tell Zhang Biao in the most straightforward and shameless way.

Your brother is a hostage!

If you dare disobey, I'll tear up your ticket!

I don't care about reputation!
Zhang Biao's heart sank to the bottom.

Old Zhu's shamelessness completely refreshed my understanding of the lowest limits.

This old beggar was determined to drag him, along with Shen Lang and his group of low-ranking officials in Beijing, into an endless hell.

His outward nonchalance was almost impossible to maintain; the worry and anger that had been forcibly suppressed deep in his eyes surged wildly like volcanic lava about to erupt.

at this time.

"Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, a report came from outside the dormitory door.

Jiang Huan's deliberately lowered but still barely concealed voice rang out from outside the door: "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened in Fengtian Hall Square."

Old Zhu was interrupted and growled in extreme displeasure, "What's the panic! The sky isn't falling! Speak!"

Jiang Huan's voice carried an absurd tone as he said, "Shen Lang! Li Mo! And those dozens of low-ranking officials from Beijing who caused trouble today! They're all lying down in Fengtian Hall Square! Lying all over the place! Like salted fish drying in the sun!"

Zhang Biao: "???"

Lying dead? What the hell?!
His heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding rose within him.

Old Zhu was also stunned for a moment, then roared, "Lie down? What are they trying to do? Play dead for us? Or are they trying to force us to abdicate?! Drag them all into the imperial prison!"

"Your Majesty! We can't delay any longer!"

Jiang Huan said with a hint of exasperation, "They not only lay down, but they also shouted slogans together! Their voices were deafening! The entire Yingtian Prefecture heard them!"

"What are you shouting for?!"

Old Zhu and Zhang Biao asked almost simultaneously, one with fury and the other with surprise.

Outside the door, Jiang Huan took a deep breath, as if he had used up all the courage in his life to repeat those outrageous words that were enough to shake the entire Hongwu court. His voice even trembled:
"What they were shouting was—Give me back my 'Brother Biao'! Give me back my pig's head meat!"

"And also—if Heaven hadn't given birth to Brother Biao, the Ming Dynasty would have remained in eternal darkness!"

Boom——!
The dormitory was deathly silent.

Zhang Biao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a surge of hot blood rushed to the top of his head.

I stumbled and almost fell over.

Shen Lang! Li Mo!
You bunch of idiots!

Holy crap!!

A million grass mud horses galloped through his mind.

Which 'genius' came up with this slogan?!
If Heaven hadn't given birth to Brother Biao, would the world still be shrouded in eternal darkness?!

This isn't saving my life; it's practically tying me to a pillar in the Lingxiao Palace and then striking me with lightning!

Was he afraid Old Zhu's knife wasn't fast enough? Or was he afraid I wouldn't die thoroughly enough?!
Zhang Biao felt that all his previous stubbornness and attempts to distance himself had been utterly shattered by the resounding slogan that echoed throughout Yingtian Prefecture. It had become a colossal joke.

An indescribable sense of unease and panic gripped him.

Since his transmigration, he has always maintained a carefree attitude towards life. He sought death to go home, offered advice because he wanted to do something practical, and helped Shen Lang and the others out of sympathy for modern people and an unconventional desire to die.

He always considered himself a player, and the world a game field where NPCs could respawn after they died.

But now.
These NPCs are holding chamber pot lamps and shouting ridiculously childish slogans. In order to save him, they put themselves under the emperor's sword.

They really will die, not because the game refreshes!

To expect Zhang Biao to treat human life as worthless? He simply couldn't do it!

But Old Zhu could.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao suddenly looked at Old Zhu.

The rage on Old Zhu's face receded like a tide, replaced by an unbelievable, absurdly ecstatic joy.

He looked at Zhang Biao, his cloudy eyes flashing with an unprecedented brilliance.

That look in his eyes was like a hungry wolf finally biting its prey's throat.

Like an old farmer finally catching a melon thief.

It was filled with naked, undisguised, and unbridled pride, like someone who had found a priceless treasure!
"Ha ha ha ha."

Old Zhu let out a low, suppressed laugh, which grew louder and more unrestrained until it finally turned into a deafening, maniacal laugh.

"Excellent! Excellent! If the heavens hadn't given birth to Brother Biao, the Ming Dynasty would have been plunged into eternal darkness!"

Old Zhu laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. His withered fingers trembled as he pointed at Zhang Biao, each word like a knife chilled to ice and coated with honey, piercing Zhang Biao's heart.
"Minister Zhang! Listen to this! Listen to your good brothers who have no friendship whatsoever and abandon you when disaster strikes! Listen to their earnest expectations of you! Listen to their final judgment on our Great Ming Dynasty!"

"This accusation of 'eternal night,' tsk tsk, is far, far heavier than our meanness and ingratitude!"

The smile on Old Zhu's face vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling killing intent and an unparalleled sense of control.

"Now, Zhang Biao, tell me! How can we ensure our Ming Dynasty lasts for eternity? How can we solve those problems you mentioned? We want you to tell us everything you know! Otherwise, you know what will happen!"

"I told you, their lives don't threaten me. Kill them if you want!"

"Really? I can't threaten you?"

Old Zhu's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Then let's go to Fengtian Hall Square and kill them one by one! Until you're satisfied! How about another bowl of clear soup noodles! I'll even add an egg for you!"

Zhang Biao: "."

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you so indifferent?"

"We need to show them what kind of person 'Brother Biao,' whom they idolize and worship as a god, really is. Is he better than this selfish and incompetent ruler?! Can we really just stand by and watch them die in front of us?!"

"Not only will we not let you die, we'll make you live in constant agony, so that those who died because of you will haunt your dreams day and night, tormenting and agonizing you! Making you wish you were dead!"

Hearing this, Zhang Biao's chest heaved, and he finally couldn't help but shout, "You're a fucking lunatic!"

"Hahaha—a madman?!"

Old Zhu let out a wild laugh, then roared at Zhang Biao, "Our sister is dead! Our Biao is dead! Our family is gone—!!"

The roar was deafening, carrying a sense of tragic tearing and madness.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Biao's eyes!

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