At this moment, the Dragon Priest was held in Linde Hall.

Emperor Chongkang arrived on the imperial chariot, and his followers also had many coroners who were urgently drawn from the Ministry of Justice and even the Jinyiwei.

In the other hall, looking at an ordinary stepping bed, Zhang Lao Praying Ceremony lying quietly and peacefully on it, Emperor Chongkang's face was expressionless, and his whole body was like a thousand-year-old ice.

The coroners took off the clothes offered by Mr. Zhang and carefully inspected every place.

He also stabbed the silver needle into the stomach, throat, etc.

After half an hour of examination, he recommended one person and said to Emperor Chongkang: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang is too old and died without illness. There are no wounds on his body, nor any external injuries. His face is peaceful and there is no pain, so..."

However, before the coroner kowtowed, Emperor Chongkang slowly turned around and walked out of the side hall step by step.

After arriving outside the hall, he looked up at the blue sky, his eyes extremely sad.

I, for the Emperor!!

God, how slim to me!

"Um!"

A sudden burst of severe colic came from his chest, and a sweet feeling surged from Emperor Chongkang's throat, and his eyes turned black and he slowly fell down...
Chapter completed!