“Wipe out my entire clan? Old hag, I’m the only one left in my clan. If you’re going to kill me, hurry up and don’t waste my time. The sooner I die, the sooner I can be reborn. In my next life, I’ll definitely kill you!”
At the execution grounds in a parallel timeline, Xu Feng pointed at Cixi and cursed her with the most outrageous words in five thousand years.
Xu Feng was a food-delivery rider who got ground into the dirt by life. Then, by chance, he bonded with the History Madman System.
All he had to do was court death in ancient times. The more gruesome his death, the higher his rating, and the more cash he’d get when he returned to the modern world!
Death by lingchi? At least 30,000 in cash!
Skinned alive and stuffed? A 50,000 check!
And so, history went completely off the rails.
In Xianyang Palace, he clapped Ying Zheng on the shoulder and asked, “Bro, how’s that elixir of immortality? It’s all heavy metals!”
Before the Hall of Zhenguan, he tugged on Li Shimin’s beard and shouted, “Second Brother, shall we talk some more about the Xuanwu Gate Incident?”
Xu Feng: “I never wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to make a little money so my family could live well, and teach these emperors how to behave while I was at it.”
