As the most famous traitor, sycophant, cruel official, and thug over the years, and possibly ever, Zhou Tong has no friends.
Su Li also often said that he had no friends, but these were two different things.
No matter classmates, colleagues, or even people in the same way, they can't wait for Zhou Tong to die quickly, such as those princes who are in power in the court now.
If Zhou Tong really died, no one would collect his body for him.
In fact, he once had a friend who was willing to collect the body for him.
It's a pity that that friend was killed by his own hands, and he almost died without a place to bury him.
So in this autumn, it was already possible to see that in the long future, Zhou Tong would surely die without a place to bury him.
He can't blame others or the world, because it's all his own doing.
From this moment on, he will be uneasy, bewildered, confused, and live without any hope, until he finally dies without a place to bury him.
Chen Changsheng's question was not a curse, but a calm analysis and calm debunking.
It's scary.
The venue became extremely quiet, and no one spoke for a long time, whether it was the officials of the Cleansing Department or the students of the Orthodox Academy.
At this time, the only person who could break the silence was Zhou Tong himself.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said very seriously: "The Daoist will naturally arrange my affairs."
This was the only possibility he could think of in a short time, and the greatest possibility to dispel Chen Changsheng's deduction.
He is Shang Xingzhou's dog now, and when he dies, his master will always show some pity.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I know him better than you. Every corpse is of value to him. If the dog he raises dies, he will either eat meat for nourishment, or distribute the meat to the people in the town. , to get a good name, and if that dog ever bit someone, he wouldn't mind bruising it and making it out for anyone who's still alive."
Zhou Tong felt a little cold, then a little hot, and sweat began to appear in his blood-red official robe.
"Everyone will die." He looked at Chen Changsheng and said.
Chen Changsheng knew that he was talking about His Majesty the Pope.
Zhou Tong continued: "Then have you ever thought about who will collect your body for you then?"
Without waiting for Chen Changsheng to speak, he stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said immediately, "Don't forget, you are just a plaything of big shots, you are just a substitute!"
From the very beginning "Taoist will arrange my funeral" to these three consecutive sentences, in fact, it only explained one problem.
Zhou Tong was touched by Chen Changsheng's question to his most vulnerable place, and he began to feel uneasy, and even faintly fearful.
Chen Changsheng said: "I don't know who will collect my body. I only know that before I die, I will definitely kill you first."
There was no sound, only the autumn wind whistling inside and outside Xue's mansion.
Again, this is not a threat, because when he said this, his expression was very calm.
Of course, this is not a joke, because there is no smile on his calm face, and he is very serious.
This is a declaration.
Chen Changsheng declared to the whole world: No matter what, Zhou Tong will definitely die before him.
Zhou Tong will die suddenly.
Plus the previous question.
That is, he will definitely let Zhou Tong die without a place to bury him.
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There was a dead silence in Xue's residence.
The faces of the officials of the Cleansing Department were extremely ugly, and the students of the Orthodox Academy also looked a little nervous.
In any case, Zhou Tong is the current minister, even His Majesty the Pope and the Emperor would not make such an announcement.
Chen Changsheng may be very relieved to make such an announcement, but what kind of turmoil will it cause
For him, this is not a problem, he doesn't want to vent his emotions, he just expresses his thoughts calmly, as for what others think, he doesn't care.
After saying these words, he walked over to Mrs. Xue.
As for Miss Xue and the butler who were restrained by those officials, they were naturally rescued.
Zhou Tong looked at his back and asked blankly, "Can you kill me?"
Chen Changsheng didn't stop, didn't turn around, and said, "I already killed you once that night."
"Do you feel that you are so righteous that you are speaking such nonsense? It is as you wish, how many times are you going to repeat those clichés?"
Zhou Tong finally said: "No one will have the same idea as you, just like no one will come here."
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It turns out that Zhou Tong was wrong.
Not long after Chen Changsheng arrived, the Xue residence welcomed another guest.
The identity of this guest was very special, even Zhou Tong couldn't do anything about him, and at the same time, it was beyond everyone's expectations.
The big man who came to pay homage to Xue Xingchuan was Zhongshan King Chen Sixuan.
This prince, who had been humiliated countless times in the Tianhai Dynasty, naturally had no good looks towards Chen Changsheng, especially Zhou Tong.
He burned a stick of incense for Xue Xingchuan, glanced at Chen Changsheng, and then spit on Zhou Tong.
Then, the Minister of Rites came, some big figures from the state religion came, and finally Tianhai Shengxue also came.
Many people noticed that there was a faint wound on Tianhai Shengxue's face, which should be caused by the conflict that happened when he was preparing to leave the house.
The appearance of a big man in Xue's residence is equivalent to a slap in the face of Zhou Tong.
No matter how much Zhou Tong could bear it, he couldn't continue to stay here.
Just as he was leaving, he saw King Chen Liu.
"If I were you, I would definitely pray silently that Chen Changsheng could successfully take over the position of Pope."
King Chen Liu looked at him and said seriously: "Otherwise, he will definitely practice that sentence."
At the Ligong Shinto that year, Archbishop Mei Lisha announced to the whole world that Chen Changsheng was going to take the first place in the imperial examination. In the end, Chen Changsheng really did it.
Today, in front of Xue's mourning hall, Chen Changsheng announced to the whole world that he must let Zhou Tong die without a place to bury him...
"There are many people who want to kill me, but I have survived for so many years, why?"
Zhou Tong laughed, with a hint of ferocity in his smile: "Because I never regard myself as a human being, I know very well that I am a dog."
Dogs have owners.
Beating a dog depends on the owner.
And his dog can always find the most powerful master.
"Those crazy, passionate young people who have been washed away by their youth have been trying to kill me all these years, but can they kill me?"
"As for those who have the ability to kill me, are they too blind to see who my master is?"
"No matter how much Chen Changsheng said, he still didn't dare to do anything to me, didn't he?"
Zhou Tong said with a smile, the ferocious meaning in the smile gradually turned into ridicule and exhaustion, towards the world and himself.
This is true, because he was originally a strong cultivator in the Star Gathering Realm, and he has countless assassins and masters under his command. Anyone who has the ability to kill him must be a real strong man in the mainland. And the real strong people are never lonely. They will have sects, children of powerful families, and many people who need to be taken care of, such as Zhu Luo in the past. As a strong man in the sacred domain, it would not be too difficult for him to kill Zhou Tong, but in the past few years, he had never tried in this regard.
Those who are young and have the courage to kill Zhou Tong will not be able to kill him.
The person who can kill him must have gone through vicissitudes, mature and stable, and know the truth of taking care of the overall situation.
There are very few people like Chen Changsheng.
Even if it is him, if he wants to inherit the position of pope now, he can't touch Zhou Tong.
In Zhou Tong's view, that announcement was nothing more than the harsh words of some young people.
Besides Chen Changsheng, who else
Someone who has the ability to kill him must not be so naive.
So, he's always been safe.
At this time, a cart carrying a crabapple tree drove into Kyoto.
The roots of the crabapple tree are well preserved, wrapped in very fresh soil.
The accompanying Tiqi waved his whip, drove away pedestrians, and cursed time.
Beside the official road, a man quietly watched these pictures without speaking.
His Tsing Yi was washed a little whitish, but it was starched very straight.
His eyebrows were lowered, looking a bit shabby.
He is like a bookkeeper who is owed a lot of wages.
Also like a broken knife wrapped in coarse cloth.