[Reincarnation lasts for thousands of years, and the bones are immortal, and all the power schemes are stained with the blood of the emperor]
Death is the beginning.
Lin Jiuxiao opened his eyes from the pile of corpses for the seventh time, and the scarlet countdown of the reincarnation game system was already burning in his retinas - this time he wanted to pretend to be a salt merchant, and nail the current prince as an ironclad evidence of usurping the country.
Every time a physical body dies, his awareness of immortality increases by three points. When he unlocked the secret technique of corpse interpretation in Emperor Qin's Mausoleum, he caught a glimpse of the bronze door with the dragon robe locked deep in the system.
The money of the fictitious dynasty was turned into system fuel, and the trade routes were secretly paved with espionage networks.
When Su Li wiped away the blood from his throat with a poison-quenched silver needle, he was calculating the time of regicide using Shanxi merchants' account books.
On the day when the ninth level of consciousness was fully opened, sitting opposite the chessboard was the first-generation host with the same appearance as him.
