Langya is the main city and port of Qi. In the third year of King Yuan of Zhou (473 BC), Yue moved the capital to Langya.

During the Qin Dynasty, it was said that Langya was the place where the immortals practiced, and there were immortals flying in the sky and hiding the earth, which was the closest place in the human world to the immortal world.

Qin Shihuang once established Langya Terrace here, hoping to communicate with the immortals and gods and wish for immortality.

Since ancient times, Langya has been shrouded in a mysterious fog.

All the alchemists Xu Fu and Lu Sheng were more or less related to Langya.

The people believe in immortals and gods because they hope to live forever and have a good destination after death.

When people are powerless, they always place their hopes on other things.

Wang Yuan didn't believe it at first, because if there were really immortals in this world, then it might be him.

Who can have more immortal spirit than having a system?

But he cannot let others live forever, and let others reincarnate after death. Can other immortals do it?

But now, Wang Yuan wants to believe it, hoping that this old man can find his own happiness in another world and enjoy his old age.

Because he...

There is nothing we can do.

In a messy valley, there are puddles everywhere.

Wang Yuan stood alone in silence, like a statue.

And in front of him was a newly built grave, and above it was the grass that grew last night.

The heavy rain stopped, and last night, Wang Yuan successfully survived the siege.

Because he was afraid that the imperial guards would chase him and his arm was broken, Wei Bao was uneasy to take his people away.

The angry Wang Yuan wanted to pursue him, but he was in the deadline for the power of the king.

He could only leave more than a dozen corpses, and he could not catch Wei Bao at all, and could not catch the head of guilt!

This is the biggest nightmare for the two!

That night, Wei Bao was scared out of his courage and was no longer willing to face Wang Yuan like this!

The boy half-kneeled in the rain, crying like a child.

Never like that moment, he hated his powerlessness.

I know loneliness, and there are only blood around me.

The only relative died in front of him.

"It seems that I'm still late."

On the other side, Xiang Yu was covered in scars and walked towards him with bloody footprints.

Wang Yuan sat alone in front of the grave, lowering his head, without saying a word.

After a long time, he seemed to notice Xiang Yu's arrival and turned his head blankly:

"I'm sorry, I ran away before..."

"I asked you to leave, there's nothing to be sorry for."

Xiang Yu didn't care and sighed:

"Actually, if you stay, it will only allow me to face more enemies."

"And I didn't do anything, I just supported some people for you1."

Wang Yuan's eyes were slightly red and he nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Although this is true, in that case, Xiang Yu's ability to stay is itself a self-sacrifice attitude.

Especially the four kings never chased after him, but Zhao Zheng chased him, which can already explain a lot.

Xiang Yu did much more than he said!

"It's fine!"

Xiang Yu raised his head and placed it on Wang Yuan's shoulder, feeling the warmth, and Wang Yuan's eyes gradually became wet.

The two of them stood silently in front of the grave, silently silent.

During this period, Wang Yuan took out the sweet potatoes from the system space and the two of them baked them together to eat.

For meat, it is a deer hunting.

Wang Yuan wanted to keep a spirit for Zhao Zheng, which was to fulfill his filial piety as a son, and was also looking forward to miracles.

He still hoped that the pills would work, and he was unwilling to accept the tragedy of the father and son recognizing each other just now, and separation from life and death.

This is really cruel for him, who is already heartless.

Xiang Yu didn't say much.

He could understand Wang Yuan. Xiang Liang, who was regarded as his father, was also suffering in this way when he died.

But some things are destined to be unavoidable.

One day passed and the next day came.

Another person chased after him and came here, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

As soon as he felt that he could ride a horse, he couldn't wait to chase him, wanting to know Wang Yuan and His Majesty's situation.

He chased after him all the way, looking at the bloodstains of the battle, the more his heart hurts!

Finally, the big man caught up and looked at Wang Yuan who was kneeling and silent.

And the grave that had already begun to sprout, almost fell to the spot!

It was like a string that stretched all the way, but it finally collapsed.

What he was most reluctant to face still happened after all!

It's so sudden, it's so unpredictable!

"How could it be?"

"You...You..."

A huge sadness hit, almost dead, and suddenly closed his eyes in pain, and his reason was collapsed.

Although there was no final confirmation, there was no Ying Zheng present, only a tomb, which could explain a lot.

It took several times to do all my willpower before I forced the words to swallow, without being exposed.

Your Majesty has passed away, and it doesn't make any sense to reveal his identity now.

As if his face was ashes, tears came out of Wang Yuan's eyes again.

The two looked at each other, both speechless.

Although it is impossible to express it, sadness is basically understood.

Wang Yuan took out the teacup, Xiang Yu went to the stream to get water, and boiled tea.

The fragrance of tea is filled with one cup.

"There is no wine on you, please drink it!"

"If you have anything, just say it."

Wang Yuan picked it up and drank it all in one go.

He understood that if he came over, he must have wanted to tell him what happened that night.

Although Wang Yuan was still in a heavy mood, he knew that he could not escape.

"Saint Wang, Your Majesty... He has... passed away."

Feeling Wang Yuan's determination, he took several deep breaths, remembered what he was going to do, and drank the tea in one sip.

He took out the imperial edict that had been hidden in his chest and handed it to Wang Yuan.

This is his mission, the last order given to him by Qin Shihuang.

Your Majesty is dead, and he should have accomplished all this.

Wang Yuan took it and wanted to open it, but his palm seemed to lose its strength and could not open it.

This roll of paper is like a huge stone!

"I see."

Silently retracted the imperial edict into his sleeve, Wang Yuan continued to sit in front of the grave, his will was depressed.

Now he doesn't care too much.

Another night passed, but this night, there was a desperate person here.

The next morning, Wang Yuan stood up and put all the debris thrown out before into the system space again.

After despair, one will work hard to do one's strength.
To be continued...