But now that Liu Bang, Fan Kuai, and the others were dead.
As their friends.
Xiahou Ying still decided to collect their bodies.
He called over the few survivors and, suppressing his discomfort, began cleaning up the scene.
Yi Xiaochuan, meanwhile, remained rooted to the spot, utterly at a loss and bewildered.
"The Emperor Gaozu of Han is dead. This, this, this... What am I supposed to do? History has been completely thrown into chaos. Why haven't I died yet?"
He had originally thought he would die.
That was why, when he first saw historical figures like Emperor Gaozu of Han and Fan Kuai die, the fear and terror in his heart had surged to the point of becoming impossible to suppress.
But now, quite some time had already passed.
Apparently, nothing had happened.
He was still himself.
He felt his own body.
Not a scratch on him.
He slapped himself across the face. It hurt, and the sensation was very real.
He had not dissolved into nothingness.
"Yi Xiaochuan, have you gone mad?"
Seeing Yi Xiaochuan hit himself, Xiahou Ying was stunned. Then he could not help scolding him lightly:
"Come and help! Liu Bang was your sworn eldest brother. If you don't help collect his body, who will?"
Xiahou Ying could only say that he had a good relationship with Liu Bang.
After all, they were both officials of Great Qin, and Liu Bang was extremely eloquent and skilled at winning people over. That was why Xiahou Ying had joined Liu Bang's ranks. But now that Liu Bang was dead, he was instead extremely relieved that he had not become brothers with Liu Bang as Lu Wan and Fan Kuai had. Otherwise, the person lying dead beneath Ding Ling's sword might have been him.
"Oh, oh."
Yi Xiaochuan