When he saw the middle-aged man appearing outside the door, Zhao Jing's face suddenly changed. He was frightened and panicked, and disbelief suddenly surged into his heart.

At this moment, his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost.

It was truly like seeing a ghost!

The eyes were wide open, and the dark eyes seemed to be stimulated and spread suddenly. The mouth was slightly opened, and the whole body was frozen in place.

"you you……"

He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be blocked by something when it reached his throat, and he couldn't say another word.

Staring at the middle-aged man outside the door, huge waves arose in his heart.

At the same time, it was not only him who saw ghosts in his eyes, but also the three worshipers present and the guardian of Jokhang.

However, when his eyes fell on the middle-aged man outside the door, a flash of light flashed quickly. Then, it disappeared completely.

His whole body lost all his momentum, and he returned to the appearance of a dying old man.

At this moment, outside the door.

The middle-aged man glanced calmly around the room, and there seemed to be some dazzling light shining in his deep eyes.

Calm and indifferent eyes swept over everyone's body, like a steel blade, piercing their skin coldly.

Wearing a gray robe, with a slightly thin body, and an appearance that was very familiar to everyone present.

He just stood quietly outside the door, looking at everyone.

Just his momentum has already suppressed everyone.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold.

They looked at the middle-aged man in front of them in disbelief, and even at this moment there was a hint of trembling and horror in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?!"

Finally, someone subconsciously spoke.

The slightly trembling and disbelieving tone sounded like a dream.

The person standing outside the door is Emperor Zhao!

The former emperor of Zhao!

But……

Isn’t His Majesty already dead?!

Wasn't His Majesty killed?

Then, who is standing in front of you?!

Almost at the same time, the eyes of the three worshipers all fell on Zhao Jing.

At this moment, Zhao Jing's face was pale, and his whole body was trembling so much that he could hardly stand still.

Who else could the familiar face outside the door be but that of my father?

That familiar look and smell were so familiar that it made his heart tremble, as if he was remembering those things in the past.

only……

"who are you?!"

Zhao Jing stared at him: "You dare to pretend to be the late emperor, you deserve death!"

"Come here, kill him for me!"

The stern voice was filled with a hint of trembling.

No one moves!

The three worshipers were now frightened and did not dare to act rashly.

"Fake?!"

Emperor Zhao outside the door slowly stepped into the room.

His calm and cold eyes fell on Zhao Jing, and he said in a cold voice without anger: "Take a good look, my dear, who am I?!"

A cold snort made everyone present tremble.

The familiar tone and the familiar temperament are clearly His Majesty...

It’s impossible for anyone to confuse the real with the fake!

The appearance can be changed, the tone can be imitated, but the temperament born of an emperor is difficult to fake no matter what!

Zhao Jing was shocked and even swayed. His eyes were frightened and he pointed at Emperor Zhao: "Who are you? How dare you pretend to be the late emperor?!"

Zhao Jing turned around and said angrily: "Why are you still standing there? Get him for me... kill him!"

His face looked a little ferocious at this moment!

He panicked!

Scared too!

When his father, who was already dead, reappeared here, Zhao Jing felt like the world was spinning.

what happened?

What's the matter?

Can it still be brought back to life?

No, impossible!

The offering remained untouched.

Emperor Zhao stared at him coldly, his eyes full of disappointment and indifference: "Sir, you killed your king and your father, and tried your best to do something worse than a beast like murdering me. But you never thought of it,

Am I not dead?!"

"No, it's impossible?!

"

Zhao Jing's eyes were dull, he didn't believe it.

How could he not be dead?!

How could my father not be dead?!

He obviously did it with his own hands...

"You want to say that you pierced my heart with your own hands in the secret room, right?"

Seemingly sensing Zhao Jing's thoughts, Emperor Zhao sneered.

Zhao Jing's expression suddenly changed.

At that time, apart from him and Emperor Zhao, only the three Taoist priests were left in the secret room. But those three Taoist priests had also died in his hands. Obviously no one else knew about this matter.

But why...

Could it be that he is really his father?!

At this moment, Zhao Jing was trembling all over and his face was pale.

The heart was pierced and the person was buried in a secret room. How can he still survive?!

"You really did everything, and I really didn't expect that my own son would usurp the throne and murder me!"

Emperor Zhao reached out and touched his left chest. There was still a slight pain there. Although the wound was healed, the pain was still there.

"But you never thought that my heart is on the right side. That sword of yours did not kill me! I should not have taken my life, but I survived!"

Emperor Zhao's eyes were cold, and his tone was full of coldness: "Today, I came here to settle this account for you, an unfilial and rebellious son!"

Zhao Jing felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar!

not dead?!

The heart is on the right?

not dead!

Really, really the father?!

At this moment, even if Zhao Jing still didn't believe it, he had to accept this fact.

The middle-aged man in front of me is really Emperor Zhao who "resurrected from the dead"?!

Zhao Jing was trembling all over, his eyes were wide open with fear, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

This sudden change of news made him doubt his life.

Such a shocking and terrifying scene, my mind went blank at this moment.

It wasn't until he pinched his thigh twice that he gradually came back to his senses. Staring at the resurrected Emperor Zhao in front of him, there was still a look of fear and fear in his eyes.

But what followed was a look of gloom and determination.
To be continued...