"Alchemist Lin Han, who confuses the public with his evil words and slanders the country's affairs, shall be cut in half according to law——"
The supervisor's voice was long and drawn out, like a dull knife cutting flesh.
Lin Han wanted to open his mouth to defend, but no sound came out. Three days ago, he was an intern at the National Museum of History. When he stayed up all night studying a batch of newly unearthed Qin bamboo slips, his vision went dark. When he woke up, he became this Qin Dynasty alchemist with the same name. Memories of the original owner poured in like fragments: he presented the "Picture of Immortal Mountains in the East China Sea" to the First Emperor's great joy; three days later he was reported for drunkenly saying that "Qin's laws are harsh and the people are miserable"; he was imprisoned, tortured, convicted, and dragged to the execution ground.
Ridiculous as a dream.
But the rough rammed earth beneath his knees, the musty smell of the wooden shackles on his neck, and the smell of blood as the executioner approached—all were real.
"It's three quarters to noon—execution!"
There was a commotion in the crowd. Lin Han closed his eyes.
At this moment, a cold, emotionless voice sounded directly in his mind:
[Detected that the host is at a major historical node 'Xianyang Execution Ground of Qin Dynasty']
[Conforms to the binding conditions of the 'Wan Dynasty Historical Interactive System']
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Super good-looking, okay? Hello, you don't think I'm good?