Chapter 464

Chen Guanlou took a sip of water.

He noticed someone gradually approaching, so he decisively hid inside the house.

Not until the aura moved away again did he return to the rooftop to continue watching the Heaven-Offering Ceremony.

Who had passed by the rooftop just now and what their purpose was, he didn't care at all. He only cared that there was excitement to watch today. Whether they would fight or whether people would die at the scene had nothing to do with him.

He was just a bystander, keeping his distance from matters that didn't concern him.

The tedious ceremony finally came to an end.

Chen Guanlou admired the Ministry of Rites official presiding over the ceremony to the point of prostration; the ceremony lasted for one or two hours, and he didn't stop for a moment, didn't drink a sip of water, and didn't make a single mistake. Not only was his physical strength amazing, but his memory and psychological quality were also terrifyingly strong.

The world of top students is truly terrifying.

Next, the main event was coming.

The sacrificial offerings were sent up to the altar.

The Great Ming Prince had a muzzle put on his mouth and was carried up to the altar by several Embroidered Uniform Guards.

Chen Guanlou gave a laugh; that's what he got for not listening to him, for not keeping his mouth shut when advised. Now, being muzzled like an animal, he was both ugly and without dignity; the face of a grand rebel was completely lost—serves him right!

He even harbored delusions of roaring in front of the old Emperor; look at how thoughtful the Embroidered Uniform Guards were, not giving the Great Ming Prince any chance to open his mouth to speak. This is what loyalty in duty should look like.

The people of the Heavenly Prison were purely perfunctory in their work, just drifting through their days, slacking off all day. They couldn't compare to the Embroidered Uniform Guards at all!

Who would be the one to wield the knife?

Would it be Old Zhang Tou?

This matter was about to be revealed.

He hadn't expected there to be more long rituals.

This time, it was the people from the Imperial Observatory who came on stage to preside over the ceremony, chanting the sacrificial text and burning it to inform Heaven. Once the ritual was completed, a newly built execution ground had taken shape.

A wooden stake for cross-binding was set up, and the Great Ming Prince was bound to it in a "big" shape. His clothes were stripped off, leaving only his underpants. Having been imprisoned for half a year, his original muscular body had turned into fat, and he was also bloated—completely inconsistent with the image of a rebel leader.

However, this was the effect the imperial court wanted.

The less he fit the image, the more it could strike at the rebels of the world, using this as public opinion to sway the hearts of the people.

The scholars had calculated every detail.

Ask yourself, who would believe that a bloated, pale, and fat person is a rebel leader who would lead the people to see the light of day again? He was clearly just a parasite.

Parasites must be overthrown and must be killed.

The executioner appeared, and it wasn't Old Zhang Tou.

Chen Guanlou was a little disappointed.

For such an important occasion, Old Zhang Tou hadn't been chosen.

It was just as well that he hadn't been chosen. Wielding the knife for a slow-slicing execution today might not be a good thing.

The Heaven-Offering Ceremony had gone smoothly up to this point, without any mistakes. They only needed to send the sacrificial offering to Heaven to complete the final step of the ritual, and today's Heaven-Offering Ceremony would be a complete success.

At this moment, many people had already let go of their nervousness, taking a slight breath to relax a little. The following slow-slicing scene was purely an extra.

The first knife went down!

The second knife went down!

The third knife went down!

Suddenly...

Boom!

The earth was trembling! Houses were shaking, and people were screaming in terror!

The sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking.

Was it an earthquake?

Could it really be an earthquake?

The people from the Imperial Observatory hadn't predicted an earthquake?

How could an earthquake come so punctually?

A terrifying scene manifested before people's eyes.

The altar collapsed!

The altar had actually collapsed!

It wasn't an earthquake!

Instead, instead, someone had planted explosives at the base of the altar and blown it up.

"Your Majesty!"

"Quick, save His Majesty!"

"Someone is rebelling! Come, quickly set up a perimeter!"

The scene turned into a mess.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, obscuring the sky; one couldn't see clearly at all. Yet some people took the opportunity to slaughter wildly, the sound of blades clashing chilling to the bone.

Everywhere there were people screaming for help, roaring, calling for the Emperor to be saved...

The smoke and dust covered the scene, and from time to time, a head would fly out of the smoke, triggering screams.

Chen Guanlou didn't move.

He was still sitting on the rooftop, with a pot of wine by his side.

As he said before, he was only here to watch the excitement today and witness the birth of a miracle.

Whether it was a miracle, he didn't know, but he had seen plenty of excitement. Every scene from today was carved into his mind and wouldn't be forgotten for decades or even a hundred years.

After all, it was such a grand scene, such a heart-shaking scene, and such a grand gesture.

How vicious; they had actually installed explosives under the altar to kill with precision.

Who had such great courage?

Who had such great ability to install explosives under the heavily guarded altar and detonate them on time? There was an inside traitor!

The world would become chaotic because of this explosion.

"The Heavenly Prison will soon have big business coming, and I'll have to get busy too." Chen Guanlou seemed a bit melancholy; being busy was fine, as there was money to be made. But he also disliked days that were too busy, as he wouldn't even have time to visit Pingping and Lili at the brothel.

You've earned the money, but you have no time to spend it; do you call that reasonable?

The wind blows mournfully!

Chen Guanlou shouted that it was bad luck!

Hiding on the rooftop, he still couldn't escape the fate of being implicated.

A blind martial artist was hacking at everyone he saw. How could Chen Guanlou tolerate the other party? With a flick of a flower and a leaf, he directly finished off the blind martial artist.

Then he changed to another place.

"Chen Guanlou, save people!"

Who, who was asking him to save people?

He had already hidden himself, so why was his whereabouts discovered?

Sticking his head out to look, it was actually the Hou Fu's chief steward.

"Chen Guanlou, the Young Master is also trapped inside; quickly find a way to save people."

"How did you find me?"

"I just happened to run into you by luck. Don't talk about this for now; I'll explain it to you later. Quickly come with me to save people; you must save the Young Master."

Chen Guanlou didn't move.

The chief steward was furious, knowing his temperament, "There will be a heavy reward afterward; I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

"Fine!"

That was more like it.

The key was that the chief steward not only wanted to save the Young Master Chen Guanfu but also gave a list, asking Chen Guanlou to save these people if possible.

Chen Guanlou:...

As long as the silver was in place, he could transform from a Heavenly Prison guard into a firefighter in one second. He directly snatched the big saber from the chief steward's waist and, with a "swish," rushed into the smoke and dust to save people.

Inside the smoke and dust, it had become a bloody hell.

Multiple parties were fighting here.

No wonder the people from the Hou Fu couldn't kill their way in.

Not only were there Embroidered Uniform Guards, Six Shanmen, and capital garrison soldiers, but there were also several masked martial artists of unknown origin, each with high strength. The weakest were fifth-rank martial artists.

This was emptying out their bottom-of-the-box capital. The mastermind behind the scenes was clearly betting everything; if they didn't succeed, they would die trying.

Chen Guanlou remembered that the Young Master Chen Guanfu hadn't gone up to the altar but was on the second platform below the altar. After all, Chen Guanfu wasn't the Marquis yet, only the Young Master; in terms of status, he couldn't go up to the top altar.

If the person who came today had been the old Master, he would have definitely been on the altar, standing with the old Emperor. He would have suffered the heaviest injuries, and whether he lived or died would depend entirely on luck.

Who had such a grand gesture, determined to kill the old Emperor and all the civil and military officials at the scene?

Turning the world upside down!