How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

Chapter 276: Gambling maniac Xie Chengze, Jedi single-handedly kills Sheng Shihuai

The two continued to drink and chat. Xie Chengze enthusiastically told Sheng Shihuai how to develop the Northeast region. His eyes were full of energy. Until the familiar swelling and pain in his body came, the smile on his face faded, and his right hand holding the jade cup began to tremble slightly.

Sheng Shihuai immediately noticed that something was wrong with him.

But the young man was unaware. He continued to smile and fantasize about the future. "What the three places in Liaozhou lack the most is iron ore and coal mines. By then, I will make a continuous crossbow for you. Not only will it have stronger penetration, but it can also fire continuously. Even a new soldier will find it very easy to use."

"With my support, it will be easy to take down this little Jian'an!" His arms twitched uncontrollably. Because of the withdrawal reaction, the smug and proud smile on his face became uglier than crying. He snorted, "I am Jian'an's lucky star. Only those who possess me can become emperors!"

Seeing him like this, Sheng Shihuai opened his lips and wanted to say something, but Xie Chengze raised his hand to stop him, "I don't want to listen."

Xie Chengze picked up the wine jug and tremblingly poured himself a glass of wine. Then he turned around tremblingly and wanted to pour a glass for Sheng Shihuai as well.

"Don't fall." Sheng Shihuai frowned slightly, "You should..."

"This king... This king, it's okay! Don't look down on me!" The young man growled with a stubborn look on his face, trying hard to control his trembling and painful arms, and poured wine into Sheng Shihuai's jade cup.

"You, look." Xie Chengze couldn't help but shed tears, and his smile became uglier. "It's not spilled. It's just a drug addiction, I can control it."

He held the small jade cup in both hands and poured the wine into his throat. Then, as if he could no longer hold on, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

The wine flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He curled up on the ground and twitched like a soaked dog.

It still hurts...

It hurts!

The feeling of emptiness and anxiety came over him again, making him unable to resist venting his inner restlessness. He supported himself on the crossbar at the bottom of the wooden chair and tried to get up, but to no avail. Again and again, his forehead hit the tip of the chair, instantly breaking the skin and causing bleeding.

The young man looked even more dishevelled in his dull white clothes stained with dust.

When Xie Chengze realized that Sheng Shihuai had been staring at him, he raised his hands to cover his face in panic, "Don't look!"

Sheng Shihuai opened his mouth and finally stood up, wanting to carry the young man to the bed, but unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he smelled a faint strange smell at the tip of his nose.

The young man was incontinent.

As if aware of his own embarrassment, the young man's drunken face turned even redder and purpler. He stepped back in panic, pushed away Sheng Shihuai's outstretched hand, staggered towards the door, and his knees hit the ground, making a series of unpleasant noises.

“Don’t, don’t come over here!” The young man sniffled, his tone almost pitiful like begging, “I’m going to the toilet, I… can do it alone!”

The man frowned and walked towards him, "Enough! Stay still!"

"Sheng Shihuai!" Xie Chengze shouted with almost all his strength, looking back at him, his eyes full of bloodshot and begging, "Leave me some dignity, okay?"

Sheng Shihuai paused.

He watched the young man push open the door, stumble out, then close the half-closed door, slide down against the gate, curl up his body, and let out bursts of suppressed cries of pain.

The young man didn't want to look so embarrassed in front of outsiders.

Sheng Shihuai sat back on the wooden chair and couldn't help but think of the day when he first noticed that the young man had become different.

The young man arrogantly shouted that he wanted to confiscate the property and donate the silver. His pair of bright and cunning eyes were as clear and clean as a flowing stream, not at all as turbid as before.

With a cry of "the strategist has joined the game", the biggest fat fish in the Ministry of Revenue was brought down. With his amazing talent, he first opened up the land of abundance and then established the capital of ice and snow. He was dressed in a bright red dress and looked carefree and unrestrained while skiing on the ice rink. He was even more spirited and vigorous when he stood on the ice sculpture and overlooked the people's livelihood.

The most handsome and handsome boy.

But now, he was lying on the ground like a lame dog with a broken leg, having lost all his youthful willpower, as if even a beggar on the street could easily kick him.

Sheng Shihuai rarely felt a trace of heartache in his heart, and even regretted faintly why he used that mixed incense on the young man, destroying the young man's vitality with his own hands and making him so embarrassed and awkward.

He should have been bright all the time.

The man's eyes became increasingly gloomy. He raised his hand and took the glass of wine that the young man had just poured with great effort. Listening to the unignorable screams of pain outside the door, he gripped the jade cup even more tightly.

Until one moment, he finally couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart. He raised his head and drank the wine in the jade cup in one gulp. He pressed the jade cup heavily on the wooden table, stood up and wanted to carry the young man outside the door into the house.

But who knew that something unexpected would happen.

Sheng Shihuai's expression suddenly changed. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood and quickly pressed acupoints on his body. However, the effect of the medicine was strong enough, as if it was a poison specifically targeting martial artists. By the time he reacted, it was too late!

He looked back in disbelief, looking at the empty jade cup, with doubt and surprise all over his body.

He was so cautious and meticulous that even if he felt sorry for the young man just now, he still aimed at the cup used by the young man when drinking. How could he suddenly get poisoned?

What's more, Xie Chengze's acting skills are so bad. If he wanted to poison me, how could I not notice it?

What went wrong?!

The anger of being betrayed again burned Sheng Shihuai's reason and patience. He blasted the wooden door open with one palm, and the young man lying at the door was blown away several meters like a butterfly with broken wings. He fell to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood, "Cough!"

Sheng Shihuai strode out and looked at the half-dead young man who was still trying to raise his head, with hatred and a cruel smile in his eyes. He raised his right hand and strangled his neck fiercely!

"Thank! Cheng! Ze!"

Sheng Shihuai roared, his eyes filled with endless rage, almost burning the young man to death, "How on earth did you do it?!"

“Hahaha!” Xie Chengze laughed until tears came out. He grabbed the wrists that were pinching his neck, staring at Sheng Shihuai with eyes full of joy and hatred, and said word by word, “Qian, Kun, Yin, Yang, Hu.”

In the memories he inherited, the second prince wanted to kill someone.

So he found Gu Lao and asked him to make a Qiankun Yin-Yang Pot that could hold both sake and poison wine.

Gu Li couldn't do it, so he was beaten with ten sticks.

The Second Prince did not wait for the Qiankun Yin-Yang Pot, but when Xie Chengze was teaching Su Qinghe how to make farm tools, he gave the design drawing to Gu Lao.

In the letter for help that he wrote to Shen Yuan after discovering Sheng Shihuai's whereabouts, he asked Shen Yuan to go to the Ministry of Industry first to ask Gu Lao whether he had already made the Qiankun Yin-Yang Pot. If so, he should bring it over.

He wanted to take out the poison that Shen Yuan had hidden in his earring and put it in the wine jug to poison Sheng Shihuai.

He's gambling.

The Yin-Yang Pot has been made by ancient people.

He bet that when Shen Yuan knew that he was trapped in the government office, he would understand what he wanted the wine jug for, and then ask someone to secretly deliver the wine jug to him.

They bet that when his drug addiction strikes, he can use the physical abnormalities of withdrawal reaction to cover up his poor acting skills of wanting to poison, thus deceiving Sheng Shihuai.

He bet that the last glass of poisoned wine he poured before leaving would be drunk by Sheng Shihuai.

These four are indispensable. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.

And he won the bet.

Xie Chengze always felt that he was a failed gambler. In his previous life, he would always bet on his birthday, weekends, and winter and summer vacations that his parents would come back from abroad to see him.

Lost every time betting.

Even when he had finally reached adulthood and was about to get a passport to go abroad to find his parents, he was hit by a car and died on the way because he was betting that he could save a teenager who was about to be hit by a car.

It seems like all the transportation has been used up in the previous life.

Therefore, he was extremely lucky this time, as he successfully poisoned such a cautious person as Sheng Shihuai.

Xie Chengze laughed happily, and the pain in his body seemed to have disappeared. He stared at Sheng Shihuai with a look of revenge, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sheng Shihuai, I clearly told you to destroy the poisonous incense."

But you disobeyed.

Since you dare to poison me, I will return the favor and let you also taste the feeling of being poisoned!

But you want my dignity, and I want your life!

Sheng Shihuai was so angry that he laughed. The internal energy in his body was constantly lost and more and more blood was flowing out of the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care at all.

He was just very curious, "Xie Chengze, aren't you afraid of death?"

After being poisoned, you still dare to stay here and not run away?