Chapter 554: Death From Old Age

Death from old age is different from death in battle. The dead in battle shed their heads and blood, their necks were cut by swords, and their arms were cut off by axes, but when the blood splashed, it was hot and scorching, with rising heat. ♦♦  ♦♡

The old dead, their physical strength declined, their blood became sticky and turbid, their past honors and desires gradually faded, and in the end, their bodies were light and empty.

Li Shanhe was like this, and only he knew that his life span was only a few days. He should have called back his descendants from all over the country to enjoy the blessing of having many descendants and spreading his branches.

But he didn't.

He had maintained this old posture for a long time. His many descendants only knew that he was old, but they didn't know that his life span was almost exhausted, and Li Shanhe never mentioned it.

His pride was not spared after all. In the hall, there are 180 towering stone pillars, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on them, beasts submitting, and tribes bowing their heads... Every pillar is a collection of thousands of craftsmanship and honors.

The stone pillars go straight up to the sky, and the stone materials used are less affected by spiritual energy, so the palace is still glorious. In the more than 300 years before the change and the more than 500 years after the change, there has been no collapse or damage.

Li Shanhe coughed twice and asked the old slave to leave. The old slave was reluctant, but it was difficult to disobey the emperor's order. He looked back every three steps and gradually left the huge palace.

A ray of early sun climbed up the outermost stone pillar, and the gilded carvings on it were shining green, and the refraction was colorful, like the finishing touch.

The sun was like a naughty and over-aggressive child, and it went one step further and sprinkled on the stone pillar. The golden dragon seemed to come alive and flew up and down the stone pillar.

It was early morning.

That ray of sunlight stopped at Li Shanhe's feet. It was so generous that it was willing to make the hall full of vitality. It was so radiant and colorful, but it became so stingy.

It didn't want to get any closer, and didn't want to touch Li Shanhe at all.

The magnificent palace was very close, with stone pillars towering, and in the end... there was only an old man sitting there. The old man was wrapped in a chestnut cloak and sat on the ground like this, with the breeze blowing through his curly white hair from time to time.

Lonely and cold. He watched the sun rise, then the sun set in the west, and then the moonlight scattered.

Another day.

One less day.

In the distance, there was a faint rustling sound. Someone was approaching on tiptoe. Li Shanhe looked up and saw that it was the old slave who had gone and returned.

"Your Majesty..."

"I am worried."

"Let me accompany you."

The old slave saw that Li Shanhe had noticed something, and he knelt on his knees and said in panic.

Li Shanhe was getting older, and there was a servant beside him. He had been with him for decades, from a boy of more than twelve years old to now over fifty years old. The boy's waist was bent and his hair was white, but he was still serving Li Shanhe. On the contrary, Li Shanhe, who had white hair and beard when he first met, had not changed much in the past few decades. But the unchanged appearance does not mean that it has not really changed. The old slave is the only one who knows that Li Shanhe will die soon and will leave.

He has no ability to perceive the life span, but it is just the intuition in the dark after taking care of him for decades.

His crying and pleading echoed in the hall, but only a one-word reply was called.

Li Shanhe said softly: "Get lost."

The old servant bowed and left again after hearing the echo. He didn't understand. The old master had so many descendants and the dynasty was so big, but at the end of the day, he had to sit like this.

How could he know that it was Li Shanhe's last pride that was at work. He was the hero of the world, arrogant and conceited. When the Fu family sought revenge and exchanged his life with him, he laughed loudly, without any intention of escaping, and took the initiative to accept the retribution of cause and effect.

Arrogance made him not avoid it, and now he had to avoid it. Li Shanhe had already thought about it, and he would die alone in this hall, no one knew, no one knew.

Li Shanhe's eyelids gradually sank, and finally his eyes went black. The second day came, and the sunlight of this day was far more generous and naughty than yesterday, climbing onto the eyelids of the old man sitting in the hall and moving his eyelashes.

Wake him up from his sleep, fortunately... he fell asleep yesterday, and just fell asleep. Outside the main hall, the sun was shining brightly. The two majestic tombs on the left and right were becoming more and more complete, like towering giants or gate gods guarding the territory. Li Shanhe searched around on the ground and found a golden cup, which he immediately threw out of the main hall.

The golden cup was thrown several meters away, and then it rolled to the ground with a clang, making a series of crisp sounds. Li Shanhe's voice sounded like sand rubbing against a stone plate, "Get out!"

Then, a flustered sound of footsteps sounded. It was the old slave who didn't know how to be tactful. He came back to peek again. He, Li Shanhe, didn't need any mercy.

After driving the old slave away, he lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers. One day less, it's almost time... It's already very soon. When a person's life is about to end, every second of his life is extremely clear and profound. The dagger scratches across his fingertips, and every inch is painful.

The sun took away the warmth of the day, and it was night again. Li Shanhe looked outside the palace. The sun was blazing and dazzling. His old eyes could no longer look directly at it, but he still wanted to appreciate the bright full moon.

Seeing the full moon hanging high in the sky, like an ordinary round basin, he smiled knowingly. There was a custom in the Lingtian Dynasty that all the children who were one month old were put in a round plate, and they were allowed to cry and make a fuss in it, and then taken out the next day.

The meaning was also simple, which meant to keep safe and protect peace. Seeing the round basin, it seemed that he saw the scene when his children were born. Although he had many children, he loved them all.

He was a man with ambitions to surpass the sky, and he was the emperor who conquered a continent. His love was broader than the world, enough for all his children, and even more than enough.

But there was only one person, and he could not get even a little.

Thinking of that person, Li Shanhe was overwhelmed with sorrow. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions. When he came back to his senses, he saw that the bright full moon was covered by dark clouds. Lingtian Imperial City fell into darkness. Li Shanhe raised his hand tremblingly, trying to push away the dark clouds. He could do it with a thought before, but now his hand was sore and he couldn't respond at all.

He put down his hand and sighed.

Half asleep and half asleep, it was another night. On this day, there was rain and thunder in the sky, waking him up from his sleep. There was a sense of dampness in the air, and the rain was heavy, and it was dark. I don't know when it will stop.

Because the rain was too heavy, the two tombs had to be suspended for a day. Outside the main hall, an old slave was hesitant and wanted to add some bedding for him, but he heard the sound of smashing cups and utensils in the hall, accompanied by a "get out", and he rolled and crawled away.

It was rainy all day.

Li Shanhe counted one day on his fingers, one less day, it seemed that day came earlier than expected, it was very close. At nightfall, he looked up again, wanting to see if the moon was as bright as yesterday. It always reminded him of a lot.

When he looked up, he could not hide his disappointment. The dark clouds were so thick that they covered the moon and the cloud, and he could not see its shape, let alone its light.

He heard a rustling sound coming to his ears.