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

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"Zhang! Biao!!"

The Minister of Works was the first to let out a heart-wrenching roar, his voice trembling as he said, "You...you have desecrated the court! You have insulted the Emperor! Your Majesty, your heart is wicked! Your crime deserves the extermination of your entire family!"

Zhang Biao drifted right up to the Minister of Works, stopped, tilted his head, and looked completely innocent: "Minister, what makes you say that? I was just demonstrating to you the superiority of the Imperial Road."

"Look how slippery it is!"

"If this were paved with white jade, what a scene it would be like for ministers to attend court on a rainy day...tsk tsk, a collective sliding kneeling? That would save the trouble of bowing! It's just a pity for the elderly, if they fall and get hurt...hmm, should the medical expenses be paid by the Ministry of Works or the Emperor?"

"enough--!"

On the dragon throne, Zhu Yuanzhang's anger finally exploded completely.

He jumped to his feet, trembling with rage, and pointed at Zhang Biao, who was still posing on the gold brick floor, letting out a hysterical roar that cracked his voice: "A monster! This is a monster manifested in the world!!"

"Someone is coming!!"

"Drag this disrespectful, feigning-mad monster away!!"

"Death by slow slicing!!"

"Give us a full 3,600 cuts! Not a single cut less!! We want to see him reduced to a skeleton with our own eyes!!"

"Execute it immediately! And quickly!"

"Order!"

The Imperial Guards were genuinely excited this time.

Lingchi! That's a serious crime!
They pounced on him like wolves, their target Zhang Biao.

Upon hearing the word "lingchi" (death by a thousand cuts), Zhang Biao's smile instantly froze on his face.

"Holy crap! Old Zhu, you have no sportsmanship! You just unleashed your ultimate move?!"

This way of dying is so inhumane!

This is seriously affecting the user experience!

Seeing that the Imperial Guards were about to capture him, Zhang Biao's survival instinct kicked in instantly.

He suddenly ducked and slipped through the gap between the two Imperial Guards.

The movements were even faster than during the previous demonstration.

"Protect the Emperor!"

One of the military officers shouted out reflexively.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

A figure dressed in a middle robe darted left and right across the smooth floor of the Golden Palace like an eel, sliding wildly.

A group of furious Imperial Guards were chasing after them, and every now and then someone would slip and fall flat on their face.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let him offend the imperial carriage!"

Ouch! Who stepped on me?!

"Slippery! So slippery!"

The Fengtian Hall has been transformed into a large-scale ice skating rink.

The ministers panicked and hid in all directions, fearing that they would be bumped into by this 'monster' or accidentally injured by the pursuing Imperial Guards.

Zhu Yuanzhang, sitting on the dragon throne, was dumbfounded, and his blood pressure soared.

Zhang Biao, caught up in the excitement of skating, was about to reach the palace entrance when, in a moment of inspiration, facing the chaotic scene and the emperor on the dragon throne who was nearly driven mad with rage, he mustered all his strength and roared out his final, earth-shattering swan song:

"emperor--!"

"What do you think of the effect of my 'Imperial Road Ice Skating Remonstrance'?!"

"Isn't it much more vivid than a dry memorial to the throne?!"

"If you think that's not enough—!"

"I can also sing! How about I sing you a 'Wonderful Song of the Ming Dynasty'?"

"puff--!"

Finally, one of the ministers of the Ministry of Rites could not bear the shock and coughed up a mouthful of blood, fainting on the spot.

"Monster! Die!"

One of the most skilled commanders of the Imperial Guards finally seized the opportunity when Zhang Biao paused in his shout, and with a leap, slammed Zhang Biao down onto the cold, smooth gold-brick floor. "Take him away! Execute him by a thousand cuts immediately!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's roar was tinged with the stench of blood; he no longer wanted to look at this wretched thing.

Zhang Biao was pinned down by seven or eight Imperial Guards, who piled up like a human pyramid, and was unable to move.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Old Zhu on the dragon throne, who exuded an aura of 'I will grind you to dust'. Although the process was a bit thrilling, the result seemed pretty good?
He forced a smile and mouthed the following words silently:
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. I'll perform for you next time. May you achieve great things!"

The next moment, as the Imperial Guards lifted him up like a pig and escorted him to the execution ground to receive the 'service' of three thousand six hundred cuts—

Zhang Biao's vision went black.

There was no pain, no fear.

There's only a slight criticism of the slow slicing execution method.

"Old Zhu, you're ruthless."

A hard bed in a cheap rental room.

Zhang Biao suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily: "Huff... Exciting! So exciting! I almost crashed!"

He touched his entire body with lingering fear, making sure all the parts were still there.

Raise your left arm.

Pure white countdown: [167:59:59]

Wow, seven days!

Zhang Biao exclaimed in surprise, then noticed something unusual.

Because a new "0Kg" indicator suddenly appeared on my right arm.

"What is this? Has a new feature been activated?"

Zhang Biao was full of doubt, but he quickly realized what was happening. He sat up abruptly in bed, overjoyed: "Kg must be a unit of weight, right? Could it be... I can travel between two worlds and bring things back?! Holy crap! I'm rich!!"

"That way I won't have to live in a rented room anymore!"

"Okay, okay! I want to live in a big house! I want to drive a luxury car! I want fair-skinned women, black stockings, miniskirts, and I also want JK uniforms!"

"Gululu~"

Just as Zhang Biao was envisioning reaching the pinnacle of his life, his stomach suddenly growled.

"Uh, never mind. Let's fill our stomachs first!"

Muttering a helpless remark, Zhang Biao took out his phone again and opened the food delivery app.

"I have to pay my monthly bill soon, and I'm almost out of money in my account. I can't afford to eat sauerkraut fish, braised pork with potatoes, or cold noodles with shredded chicken anymore."

Zhang Biao stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with a sense of destitution: "How about... a change of pace? I heard there's a new snail rice noodle shop? It's a bit smelly, but supposedly it's very cheap?"

He decisively typed in "snail rice noodles" and almost drooled when he saw the picture of red oil, dark sauce, and a topping of pickled bamboo shoots and tofu skin.

"Hehe, Old Zhu, you can keep fuming in the Fengtian Hall! My snail rice noodle vacation is about to begin!"

Inside the Fengtian Hall, everything was in a mess.

The ministers were still in shock, some adjusting their hats, others rubbing their backs.

The Minister of Rites, who had vomited blood and fainted, was still lying on the ground and was being hurriedly carried out.

On the gold brick floor, there are still a few faint gray marks left by Zhang Biao's gliding shoes.

On the dragon throne, Zhu Yuanzhang's chest heaved violently, his face turning from red to white, and then from white to green.

He watched the officials being carried out, the chaotic court, and the blue imperial censor's robe and two lonely boots trampled on the ground.
"evildoer."

His lips trembled as he forced out two words through clenched teeth, his vision blurring.

"Your Majesty, please calm down! Take care of your health!" the eunuch pleaded, his voice trembling with tears.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly grabbed a heavy jade paperweight from the dragon table and, with all his might, slammed it down on the spot where Zhang Biao's official robe was.

"Bang—!" The jade paperweight shattered.

The gold brick was smashed, leaving a shallow crater.

"check!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's roar was filled with boundless rage and a hint of barely perceptible lingering fear: "Investigate his ancestors for eighteen generations!!"

(End of this chapter)