Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

At this moment, the wilderness was deathly silent, and not a sound could be heard from any direction, as if the entire world had forgotten Zhou Wenqing here.

A vague sense of fear slowly crept in. He repeatedly reassured himself that, fortunately, he was now a wandering ghost, with nothing else to worry about but plenty of time. There was no need to panic, and there was no rush.

But staying here all the time isn't a solution. Should we drift away and take a look somewhere else?

Maybe you'll run into other unfortunate souls who also died tragically in the wilderness, and at least you'll have some company.

However, after drifting about two zhang away, his vision suddenly blurred.

An invisible force of confinement suddenly struck, like an elastic rope taut in an instant, pulling him back to his original position with a "whoosh," firmly binding him to his body, unable to cross even half a step.

Zhou Wenqing froze on the spot.

He refused to believe in evil and tried repeatedly to break free, drift, and escape, but the invisible shackles remained unmoved, tightly binding his soul.

Finally, he had no choice but to look up helplessly at the gloomy, gray sky above.

The sky is vast, yet he cannot escape this small space.

From that moment on, the changing of day and night lost all meaning for Zhou Wenqing...

He had spent countless days and nights in a daze, and the long wait had long since worn away his initial panic, leaving him only with utter boredom.

Once again, he tried to scare away a passing wild rabbit, but was ignored. After watching the rabbit hop away, Zhou Wenqing lightly landed on the pile of unpacked luggage beside him and stared blankly at the rabbit-shaped cloud in the sky.

It's getting tough.

In this desolate wilderness, there is nothing but grass and stones. After several days, encountering one or two live animals is considered a rare surprise.

Perhaps... he should be thankful that at least he doesn't have to worry about being devoured by beasts.

Zhou Wenqing tried to find joy amidst his suffering, even closing his eyes to make a sincere wish.

Good heavens, please send a ghost, or send the King of Han down to keep me company, okay?

At the very least, any living creature would be nice to keep me company and relieve my boredom.

He slumped in despair for a while, thinking about all sorts of random things, then slowly opened his eyes without any hope—

Damn it, God, this is way too casual!

Not far away, a black cat was eyeing his body menacingly.

The black cat was small and thin, with its ribs protruding beneath its thin fur. Its black fur was filthy and matted, but its cold, golden vertical pupils, gleaming with a wild and menacing light, were fixed on the two corpses lying on the ground, its eyes filled with drool.

"Zhou Wenqing" watched helplessly as it crouched low and approached silently, completely captivated by the rich smell of blood, and licked the tip of its nose with its rough tongue.

Oh no, we've been made into someone's meal!

Zhou Wenqing was so shocked he almost couldn't catch his breath—even though he was already out of breath.

He instinctively lunged forward, but after only two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) of running, that damned force came again, and with a "whoosh," pulled him back to his original position.

He lunged and pulled, lunged and pulled again, back and forth like a kite that was tied up, no matter how he flapped, it was all in vain.

The black cat had already surveyed its surroundings to make sure it was safe. It slowly arched its back, gripped the ground tightly with its limbs, extended its sharp claws from its paw pads, and bristled with fine black fur—it was about to attack!

Zhou Wenqing's mentality collapsed.

Damn God, did you even listen to my wishes? Why do the bad wishes come true but the good ones don't?

This time, I'm really going to be devoured by beasts and die a horrible death!