Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

The entire group of "Zhou Wenqing" shuddered and almost rolled off the roof.

Oh no, he no longer has the "roll" function, but he was genuinely so startled that he bounced up half a foot with a "whoosh".

Ignoring his self-pity and his previous boastful words of "I don't care who I am! I don't care what I do!", "Zhou Wenqing" hurriedly steadied his erratic soul, rolled over and lay prone on the roof, holding his breath and listening intently to the sounds inside the house.

The thatched hut was dilapidated and drafty, with its thin thatched roof riddled with holes. So, although the voice below was weak and short, he could still hear it clearly.

He was all too familiar with that timbre, that voice.

—It's undoubtedly his own!

The worst-case scenario still happened; he was indeed replaced by someone else!

In an instant, a thousand pent-up frustrations, along with a surge of anger, rushed straight to the top of his head.

Why should I?!

He painstakingly saved up those gold ingots for so long, and now someone else has taken them all. It's pathetic to live like this, and it's pathetic to die like this.

Is there no justice left in this world?!

Zhou Wenqing was so angry that his whole soul was trembling. He wished he could "whoosh" down from the roof, grab the thing that had taken over his body by the collar, pull it out, and beat it up.

This imposter who usurped the throne, has no morals left?!

Did you say hello before living in someone else's house? Did you pay the rent?

You dare to stay here when there's nothing there? Don't you really respect me as the person in charge?

Consumed by rage, he leaped upwards, gathering all his strength to swoop down.

That despicable thief! You're bullying me! I'll fight you to the death!

However, just as he was about to pass through the roof, a weak but all-too-familiar cough came from below.

His light, sickly voice was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all his passion and drive.

Zhou Wenqing's body suddenly tilted back, and he braked suddenly in mid-air, his fierce diving posture abruptly halted in mid-air.

It seems... we can't win.

He looked down through the gaps in the thatch.

Although the other person was coughing, at least they could still breathe inside his body. But what about him? He was a new ghost who had only been a ghost for a few days and couldn't even float properly. He rushed down to fight with a human.

No, a ghost fight?

Don't let yourself be used as nourishment and swallowed whole again; that would be even more humiliating.

Zhou Wenqing silently withdrew his foot, which was about to pierce through the roof, and lay down on the thatched roof again.

Ahem! Well, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. How can you fight with a ghost? No, no, a true wise man never acts rashly.

This isn't cowardice on his part; it's forbearance, a strategic retreat!

The best strategy is to first observe the enemy's situation, identify their weaknesses, and then take action.

After forcibly calming himself down, Zhou Wenqing suppressed his agitation and carefully concealed his aura. He even tried to suppress the tremors at the edge of his soul body, not daring to make the slightest noise for fear of being noticed by the imposter below.

I acted impulsively, not even knowing whether my frantic jumping around had been noticed by that vengeful ghost with countless years of cultivation.

I don't think so...

The guy had just woken up and was still weak. Even if he heard something, he would probably just think it was a draft in the roof or a stray cat walking by. Zhou Wenqing comforted himself like this, and his anxiety subsided a bit. But his curiosity resurfaced.

Fear is fear, and concern is genuine, after all, it's my own shell.

He cautiously peered out half of his transparent head through a mottled hole in the roof, stealthily peering down.

As luck would have it, under the eaves, Zhou Wenqing was barely able to stand up and was bowing to Li Yi to express his gratitude. He was being swayed by Li Yi's constant refrains of calling him a "rough fellow" and then dismissing his humble abode. He was then helped back down onto the tattered straw mat with a sense of trepidation.

They lay face up, their eyes meeting.

The "Zhou Wenqing" on the roof: !!!

Zhou Wenqing inside the room: !!!

One person and one soul, both frozen into statues.

Oh no! Have we been discovered? What a coincidence! I should have kept quiet!

Oh my god! Am I still asleep? Otherwise, how could I see a head hanging upside down from the roof?!

At this moment, their thoughts were in sync—

What should I do? Help!!!