Thomson walked over, kicked Professor Feng, squatted down, reached for the golden key, yanked it back, and pulled it into his arms.

Thomson stood up and kicked Professor Feng. He held the golden key in his hand and laughed wildly, as if he had grasped the lifeblood of the world and the scepter of the future of the earth in his hand.

The sky became a little brighter, the thunder gradually became smaller, the lightning slowly receded, and the dark clouds stopped in the distance.

"This is God's will. The earth will be reborn, and I am the 'God of the Future'!" Thomson raised his hands and shouted to the sky.

"No! The 'Key to the Earth Anchor' can only be held in the hands of the righteous. You are just a small speck of dust. How can you be so arrogant in a moment in time?" The voice came from the sky, wrapped in a gust of wind.

"Who, who is talking?" Thomson looked around in horror, looking for the source of the sound.

"My child, I am the 'Wirong Wise Man'. It's not too late to look back now, and the world will forgive you."

The three of them looked up at the sky. An old man wearing a black cloak was floating in the air. The cloak looked like huge wings. He wore a tall black hat, a long beak-like nose, and a pair of eagle eyes.

He glared at Thomson, as if two balls of flame were burning.

"'Wong Rong Wise Man'?!" Professor Feng shouted in surprise. This is the 'Wu Rong Wise Man' who sent him out of the canyon. That's great.

"Hand it over, child!" The wise man Wu Rong looked down at Thomson, stretched out his hands, and shouted softly.

Thomson gritted his teeth and said, "I am the strongest man in the world, bastard, get out of here!" He raised his gun and you shot. A few bullets were fired at the wise man Wu Rong, and a few black strands of clothes floated down from the air.

The wise man Wu Rong sighed, flapped his wings, turned around and flew away, disappearing into the air, leaving behind a few faint sneers that slowly drifted away.

"Don't leave!" Professor Feng stretched his hand into the air, begging with despair in his eyes, "Please, 'Wirong Wise Man'."

"Vulnerable! It's all a lie, I am the king of the earth! Haha." Thomson looked at the disappearing wise man Wu Rong and laughed wildly.

Thomson turned to look at the sound of the wind, but felt a faint numbness in his arm, as if he had been bitten by a bug or ant. Then, he felt palpitations, his whole body trembled, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his breathing became rapid.

The wind that had been silent came close to Thomson's ear and whispered: "I am the king of the earth and the final winner. Dear Mr. Thomson, you didn't expect it."

"Feng Sheng, what do you want to do?" Thomson asked in surprise.

"What are you doing? Haha," Feng Sheng laughed, exaggeratedly and weirdly, "You are just my pawn, and it's a joke that you claim to be the 'King of the Earth'." He grabbed Thomson's short-barreled gun and pulled Tom off.

He took out the black test tube from Sen's backpack and played with it in his hand, with a winner's smile on his face.

Thomson tried to resist, but his body was limp and he kept moving, like a puddle of mud, and slowly fell to the ground.

Professor Feng looked at Feng Sheng as if he was a stranger he had never seen before.

"What's going on, who are you?" Thomson asked in a hissing voice.

"Sure enough, the smarter the person, the stronger the curiosity." Feng Sheng put away his short-barreled gun and clapped his hands, "I am Feng Sheng, Professor Feng's butler. How could I commit myself to you and surrender to you so easily?

Well, I was just lying to you, but I didn’t expect you to actually believe it. I have my ideals, which are the mission and responsibility of history! Are your arms a little numb and slowly starting to twitch?"

Thomson said nothing, his painful expression acknowledged all this, while Professor Feng became even more confused.

Feng Sheng waved his hand, holding a stack of paper in his hand, and then said: "Mr. Thomson, you must be familiar with this thing, right?" He walked to Thomson's side, lowered his head, and put down the thing in his hand.

In front of his eyes.

"What is this?" Taishou asked in surprise.

"A research report on climate change, to be precise, you mailed it to Professor Feng."

Hearing the words "research report", Thomson's face turned even paler, as if he understood something.

"The nails binding the report were painted with 'Golden Crystal Wormwood' and '****'. This is also your method of dealing with Professor Feng. I have always carried this letter with me, and now I am using it for you. It is a repayment of retribution."

It’s reported, haha.”

"'Golden Crystal Artemisia' and '****'?" Thomson had a look of horror on his face. Due to the sudden contraction of his heart, his cheek was as pale as paper. He reached out to touch his left arm, but he could no longer lift his right hand.

"You, you, you..."

"Did your left arm feel a little numb just now? Haha." Feng Sheng sneered, "That's right."

"Now that everything is in my hands, I won't give you any more nonsense, Mr. Thomson. I wish you a sweet dream!" Feng Sheng pulled the trigger and the bullet hit Thomson's chest. Blood soaked Thomson's shirt.

He covered the pit of his heart and ejaculated painfully. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. His whole body stiffened suddenly, and then he collapsed on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

"Feng Sheng, I knew you wouldn't join in with Thomson." Professor Feng reluctantly started, with a smile on his face, "Let's go back to the canyon together and let the 'Key to the Anchor' return to where it belongs."

"Feng Zhiyu, you are still so naive and ridiculous. Why can't I become the king of the world and control my own destiny?" Feng Sheng shouted, "I am not your slave!"

Professor Feng was immediately stunned. Feng Sheng, who had always been careful in front of him and cautious in his words and deeds, actually said such incredible words today.

"As Thomson said, if the 'Earth Anchor' is destroyed and the 'God of Darkness' is acquired, everyone will want to become the 'King of the Earth' and have absolute power after the earth is reborn. Moreover,

I can also take the opportunity to complete my historical mission, haha, why not do it?"

Professor Feng said solemnly: "Feng Sheng, why have you become like this? Put down the gun in your hand and let's go home together!"

"I'm not interested in explaining to you!" Feng Sheng shouted. He raised the short-barrel gun in his hand, rested his hand on the trigger, and pointed it at Professor Feng.

Professor Feng raised his head and faced the black muzzle of the gun. He was choked with sobs and tears were falling. Maybe he was too sad. His gray face could not hide his anger. Under the dim skylight, his eyes seemed to be in the dark.

Fire burning in water.

The two stared at each other, as if they had been enemies for thousands of years, with a fateful hatred.

The moment Feng Sheng saw Professor Feng's gaze, his heart trembled, and he lowered the muzzle of the gun. His heart felt like a heavy blow, and he almost gave up. Countless pictures flashed through his mind, mostly about the descendants of Amebe.

The hardships of being displaced and living in a foreign country. He has been waiting for this day for decades, and he can never give up!

In just a few minutes, it seemed like decades had passed. He finally strengthened his inner obsession again and pointed his gun straight at Professor Feng.

"Take your life, Whisper of the Wind. After I deal with you, I can take the spaceship back to the canyon. I will destroy the 'Key to the Anchor' in front of all the people of the Wind Tribe, and make their lives worse than death.

The final power belongs to me!"

A critical moment! A critical moment!

"Stop!" A loud voice boomed on the platform at the top of the mountain.

Feng Sheng shook his hand and looked in the direction of the sound. Haha, this was achieved without any effort.

Feng Yi Qun climbed up from the edge of the cliff and came over. They had no pure iron in their hands, only Xiaofeng - the tired-looking cockatoo who had lost many feathers, stood on his shoulder.

.

Feng Yiqun's clothes were stained with mud, and his pants were torn into pieces by the thorns of the bushes, like a broken flag. The shoes on his feet had disappeared, his heels were bleeding, and his body was covered with scars. Only his unruly head

Unruly hair also shows his personality.

"Haha." Feng Sheng couldn't help laughing when he saw Feng Yiqun's embarrassment, "It turns out to be Feng Yiqun. Doctor, are you alright?"

"Why are you treating Professor Feng like this? Are you crazy?" Feng Yiqun asked angrily.

"Crazy, crazy, you are crazy!" Xiaofeng stood on Feng Yiqun's shoulder and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Hey, you brought this to your door yourself. Don't blame me for killing them all. I'm sorry, descendants of Fengbu." Feng Sheng said proudly.

"Who are you?" Professor Feng obviously heard the implication and shouted sternly, "Aren't you Feng Sheng?"

"You are all going to die today! In that case, I might as well let you die to understand."

Feng Sheng took two steps forward and was silent for a few minutes, as if he was wondering where to start talking about the first aunt. He pointed a gun at them and continued: "This story starts from thousands of years ago. It can also be said to be a history.

grudges."

"Historical grudges?" Feng Yiqun asked without knowing why.

"I think Feng Zhiyu should be very clear about this period of history. It was a bloody tribal war that took place in Erhai during the Dali Kingdom." Feng Sheng stared at Professor Feng.

"Could it be the fierce battle between the Feng tribe and the Yu tribe among the thirty-seven tribes in eastern Yunnan in the late autumn of 1253?" Professor Feng asked.

"Yes! It was that fierce battle. The main force against the Yuan Dynasty - the Yubu. In the war with the Fengbu, the traitor who was ordered to exterminate the Dali Kingdom, all the elites were lost. It was because the Fengbu had been killed beforehand.

They set up an ambush, lured my Yu tribe to go deep, and then carried out encirclement and annihilation, which caused the Yu tribe's soldiers and horses to collapse and withdraw from the stage of history. The result of this historical event was that the Dali Kingdom was conquered by the Yuan Dynasty's cavalry, the rivers and mountains were bleeding, and the people were devastated. Isn't this true?

The blood debt of history?”

Professor Feng sat up straight and looked up at the sound of the wind. "No matter where you stand, the actual situation is not what is recorded in the history books. This is because I have specially collected some local historical records and folk historical materials, and conducted on-site investigations.

After multiple investigations, we finally clarified this historical misunderstanding, which is absolutely different from what you just mentioned!"
Chapter completed!