Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Pure Land...or Paradise?"

Ying Zheng held the crystal cup in his hand, a great doubt flashing in his green vertical pupils. Although he was now a "Corpse-Dissolving Immortal" and his mind was full of new vocabulary instilled by Su Ming, he still felt that this kind of word, which sounded like Western religion (Buddhism) but also had a somewhat improper flavor, was a bit beyond his level.

"Imperial Preceptor, is this dance... proper?"

"Seriously! Absolutely seriously!"

Su Ming, his tongue slurred, was in a state of half-dreaming, half-awake excitement. That special edition "Bloody Mary" was incredibly potent; the high concentration of the Corpse King's serum mixed with alcohol was frantically assaulting his central nervous system, making him bolder than ever.

He stood unsteadily on the platform, his finger digging into the "Confirm Use" button on the system panel, muttering incoherently:

"Your Majesty, just you wait and see! This is my treasured... most precious possession! It will add some warmth to this gloomy, desolate city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the system panel vanished in a streak of light.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

"boom--!!!"

In the center of the hall, which was originally filled with a cold, corpse-like aura, a burst of crimson flames suddenly erupted without warning.

The fire was so fierce and intense that it spontaneously combusted on the black iron floor without any fuel. The flames licked the air frantically, making crackling and popping sounds, and a suffocatingly hot wave of air swept outwards from the center of the fireball in all directions.

"Wow!"

The group of Black Iron Warriors closest to the flames, though incapable of feeling pain, instinctively feared this intensely yang and powerful fire. The red light in their eyes flickered violently, their heavy bodies retreated uncontrollably, and their iron armor sizzled as it was heated.

"Assassins! Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

The chip on the back of Li Si's head instantly overloaded, emitting a rapid alarm. Although he was a civil official, he reacted faster than anyone else at this moment, directly overturning the table in front of him in an attempt to shield Ying Zheng.

"What's the panic!"

Ying Zheng suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a surge of immense corpse energy forced Li Si back into his seat.

This emperor, a figure of unparalleled power, showed no panic whatsoever, not even shifting his posture. He merely narrowed his ghostly eyes, staring intently at the ever-expanding flame, a hint of interest curving his lips.

"This fire... is interesting."

Ying Zheng could sense that the flames did not contain any murderous intent, but rather exuded an extremely alluring and eerie vitality.

"Clatter".

Just then, a slight crackling sound came from the center of the flames, like the sound of bare feet stepping on burning coals.

The flames seemed to be drawn in by some force, frantically contracting and condensing inward, eventually transforming into a flowing cloak of flames that draped over a figure who slowly emerged.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Even the zombies that only knew how to roar were now as if they had been choked, unable to make a sound.

All eyes were fixed on the woman who emerged from the fire.

nice.

So beautiful.

It was a kind of aggressive beauty that could instantly ignite everyone's desire.

She had an exquisitely delicate oval face, eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes like autumn waters. Below the corners of her eyes, a few alluring sequins shimmered with a captivating light as they moved with her gaze. Her cascading black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, but the ends were an eerie fiery red, as if it were on fire.

What's most captivating is her attire.

In an era where even the open-minded Qin Dynasty valued "deep robes covering the body," her attire was utterly unconventional and rebellious.

A few openwork metal plates barely covered her vitals, leaving large expanses of her fair and delicate skin exposed to the air, gleaming with an alluring honey-colored sheen in the firelight. A semi-transparent red gauze skirt was tied around her waist, and with each step she took, her long, straight, beautiful legs were glimpsed, each step seeming to tread on a man's heart.

Yan Lingji, a Baiyue demoness from the world of "The Legend of Qin"!

"call…"

Yan Lingji tilted her head slightly, her light blue eyes showing a hint of confusion from being newly summoned, but more so an innate arrogance and languor.

She reached out her slender hand and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and a tiny flame actually ignited at her fingertips.

"Where...am I?"

Her voice was soft and alluring, like a lover's whisper, yet tinged with a dangerous huskiness, "Such a heavy deathly aura...such a cold place."

Clang!

The crystal cup that Ying Zheng hadn't had time to put down finally gave way under the weight and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"This…"

Ying Zheng stared wide-eyed at the woman who seemed to be glowing all over, then turned to look at Su Ming, who had a lecherous grin on his face, and his throat went dry.

"Imperial Advisor...is this the dancer you spoke of?"

"This is... way too awesome!"

Even as a zombie, Ying Zheng felt a sudden urge in his heart, which had long since stopped beating, to rise from the dead. This wasn't a dancer; she was a demon capable of burning people to ashes!

"Hehe...hehehe"

Su Ming leaned on the railing, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

Although he was very drunk and his vision was blurry, how could he not recognize that iconic flame-shaped figure that was unforgettable at first glance?

"Yan...Yan Ling Ji?"

Su Ming rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from shaking himself so much. "System is awesome! System is my own father! It actually shook this lady out?"

He had completely forgotten about the "Qin Dynasty art style" and "cyberpunk" at this moment; only one sentence remained in his mind—

This is a perk for time travelers!

"Owner?"

Seemingly sensing the special contract fluctuations emanating from Su Ming, Yan Lingji slowly turned around, her gaze piercing through layers of zombie guards and landing precisely on Su Ming on the high platform.

Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that could captivate anyone.

"So... it was you who summoned me."

With a light touch of her toes, Yan Lingji's figure floated gracefully across the hall like a fiery red butterfly. Wherever she passed, the originally fierce-looking Black Iron Warriors retreated as if forced back by her intense aura.

She ignored all the gazes around her and went straight to Su Ming.

A rich, exotic fragrance wafted over, the unique scent of burning flames mixed with the girl's natural body odor, instantly dispelling the smell of alcohol on Su Ming's body.

Su Ming felt a blur before his eyes, and then a hot, soft little hand gently lifted his chin.

"hiss--"

Su Ming gasped, sobering up halfway.

too close.

Her face was less than ten centimeters away from him. He could even see his own blank face reflected in her pupils and feel the heat of her breath on his face.

"Young man, you're quite handsome."

Yan Lingji blinked and lightly traced her fingertip across Su Ming's Adam's apple, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "It's just that the smell on him is a bit strange. It's a mix of alcohol, the stench of corpses, and... an unpleasant dragon's stench."

No...it's not.

Su Ming stammered, his tongue seemingly tied in a knot, "That beautiful lady... let me explain what I'm doing."

"Shhh."

Yan Lingji extended a finger and pressed it against Su Ming's lips.

She leaned forward slightly, a dangerous glint in her captivating eyes, her voice soft as if she were coquettish, yet possessing an irresistible magic.

"Don't speak."

"Tell me... now that you've summoned them, how do you plan to use them?"

"Do you want them to dance for you? Or do you want..."

She paused deliberately, her eyes shifting as her gaze slowly moved downwards, finally settling on Su Ming's heart, where the small flame at her fingertips suddenly leaped an inch higher:

"Do you still want someone to... help warm up your cold heart?"