Opening his eyes, Lin Heng, the modern soul, turned out to be Zhu Youjian, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty! Before the enthronement ceremony was over, Danbi's frightening trap and the roar of Xiyuan's gunpowder depot had already made it clear: This was not to rule the world, but to step into the Shura field where Wei Zhongxian covered the sky with one hand. In the deep palace, murderous intentions are everywhere, poisonous needles are coming one after another, and behind every swaying palace lantern there seems to be a ghost seeking life.
In order to survive, Lin Heng had to turn into the lowest form of fireman, running desperately through the gloomy medicine warehouse and the blood-stained secret passage. A mysterious bronze key and a simple map painted in blood revealed a deadly blade that reaches the throat of the Forbidden City - a camp of ten thousand soldiers lurking under the Long Live Mountain! And in the deeper darkness, the character "Wan" is like a gangrene attached to the bones, linking up the enthronement trap, the murder of palace maids, and the annihilation of mouths, pointing to an ultimate poisonous snake that far surpasses the eunuchs and has a status so noble that it is suffocating.
In the Jinluan Palace, he forced the 9,000-year-old Wei Zhongxian to see him with a secret letter and ironclad evidence, and his blood splattered in the palace! At the foot of the Long Live Mountain, he diverted the Golden Water River to flood the ground, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse to bury the rebel artillery array! When the smoke cleared, following the dark purple blood-stained fragments and the strange token, the cold eyes finally locked on the majestic Buddha statue in Ciqing Palace... In the Buddhist hall, evil fire burned the sky, and Queen Mother Xiaohe's twisted laughter and blood-stained last words revealed decades of deep-seated hatred and regicide plot.
However, among the embers of the brazier, the unburned bloody jade with the character "Wan" engraved on it was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, quietly pointing to an abyss older and darker than the resentment in the deep palace...
