This idea was nothing short of bizarre!
"In over two thousand years, you killed at least a hundred thousand people!"
Gu Cheng glared at Li Si and shouted.
A hundred thousand?!
Even the usually composed Lao Hu was dumbstruck by the number.
Fatty, who wore his emotions on his sleeve and struggled to control them, was even more stunned.
Neither of them could believe his ears!
He had killed a hundred thousand people?!
What a monstrous sin!
Li Si's face was as still as deep water. "Do not slander me. When did I ever commit such slaughter?"
Gu Cheng laughed in fury. "Li Si, even now, you're still trying to deny it. Let me make this clear: there's no way I'm letting you off today. Otherwise, I would be letting down
"those hundred thousand innocent people who died."
Li Si's expression instantly darkened.
"But I'm a reasonable man. You say you didn't do it? Then I'll lay out the evidence! I'll make sure you die fully convinced."
"First, there's that stele, with all those names and birth dates and times written on it in seal script."
"That's a Cursed Stele. Once someone's name and birth date and time are written on it, the stele curses them, and that curse extends to their descendants, generation after generation, never ending!"
"Although I don't know what curse you placed on them, you used this method to control those you cursed, making them and even their descendants work
"for you."
"What you wanted them to do was simple: guard your tomb and perform sacrifices."
"So you never even had to show your face. You only needed to arrange everything over two thousand years ago."
"The reason those villagers killed people and held sacrificial rituals for you was that you forced them to."
Fatty looked