A stream of information poured into his mind, and He Zhao closed his eyes tightly to absorb it.
After a long while, he complained with a strange look on his face.
"This...is really weird!"
For anyone, the "Burning Wrath Method", which is completed by hard work and incompetence, is tasteless, and it is a pity to throw it away if it is tasteless.
But the existence of Hen Renzhao is even more peculiar than Fa Jue. The meeting of the two is simply a match made in heaven!
"Refining falsehood to become true!"
That's right, after activating "Returning the Truth", the false can be transformed into the true.
Of course, the so-called fake is just a description, and it cannot make people become immortals and ancestors by relying on imagination.
If you want to practice falsehood, first of all, you must have come into contact with it, or even have it before. Secondly, everything can only work on yourself, and external objects are ineffective. In addition, you need to consume huge amounts of spiritual power, otherwise it will not be possible.
Putting aside the last one, the first two conditions alone are enough to make people give up.
I have been in contact with you, I have owned it, and I still need you to practice fake things?
He Zhao is different. Although this thing is useless in the simulation scene, outside the game he is an ordinary person!
There is no need to hunt for the blood of aliens, and there is no need for the help of the spiritual world to suppress violent rejection. It can even use the "Returning True Art" to refine the outstanding advantages of various aliens and combine them with oneself. This thing is a perfect match for him.
"What an unexpected bonus."
He decided to celebrate later by killing the tiger on the mountain that liked to howl and disturb people.
"Squeak!"
The small door of the wooden house was opened from the outside, and then the old fisherman walked in with an anxious face.
"Plop!"
Without saying a word, the fisherman knelt down at He Zhao's feet. Before he could stop him, he kowtowed three times, causing blood to come out of his forehead.
"Please sir, save my grandson!!"
"You get up first and then talk."
He helped the old fisherman up, poured a glass of water and asked.
"What's wrong."
"My grandson...my grandson...he was taken to Wancheng by the Jin Chan Sect. Not only his child, but all the children under the age of ten in the entire fishing village were taken away by those damn sect soldiers!"
He Zhao frowned when he heard this. He had been practicing on the Qingshan Mountains for a year. When the old fisherman brought him rations, he often mentioned some external changes. For example, the so-called water bandits were actually disguised as followers of the Jin Chan Sect.
Lurking in the Five Mountains and Eighteen Bays.
After capturing Wancheng, they used the slogan "The law divides the noble and the humble, it is not a good law; I practice the law and treat the rich and the poor equally", and almost attracted hundreds of thousands of poor people in the city to join.
Not only that, the leader also imposed compulsory conscription. Anyone over the age of sixteen was counted and dragged out from door to door to join the army.
Old man?
Let's put it this way, the average life span of Daxuan is about forty-five years old. Disease, fatigue, lack of food and other reasons lead to the short life of most people.
Those who can live beyond the age of fifty are basically from wealthy families.
There is not much else in Wancheng, and there are poor people everywhere.
This military expansion allowed the Jin Chan Sect's army, which was originally in its early 1000s, to immediately expand to 100,000 people.
Of course, combat effectiveness...forget it, let's not mention it.
Cannon fodder, what kind of combat power is that?
It is said that the first leader of the Jin Chan Sect in Wancheng was named Wu Jingang. Unfortunately, not long after he invaded the city, he died after chasing a secret blood warrior from the garrison.
The day after the other party's death, the sect parachuted in another King Kong, who was responsible for managing all the affairs of the city.
He Zhao could only grit his teeth when he heard this. These people were no worse than Daxuan officials in their ability to criticize others.
The second leader, Huajingang, is simply a model of all evil deeds. As long as he falls in love with a man while walking on the street, he will directly snatch him back to his house to have fun.
That's right, this guy is certainly a big and thick man, but like women, he likes handsome men very much. After destroying the perfect man, he also castrates the objects that are passed down to the family and make soup, saying that the shape complements the shape.
In a few years, Wancheng may become a country of girls.
No, half a year ago I heard that the women and children in the city were driven to other places by the Golden Chan Cult.
All over the city, no women or children could be found.
"Isn't it Huajingang's order?" Thinking of this, He Zhao immediately asked.
The old fisherman looked sad, nodded helplessly, and continued in a hoarse voice.
"I spent more than ten taels of silver to bribe one of the soldiers, thinking that they would let my grandson go. Unexpectedly, the soldier in charge of arresting him said that this was an order from Hua Jingang, and he did not dare to do so privately.
Let him go."
Good guy, what will happen if a man who likes men gives an order?
It's nothing more than a change of taste.
His life was saved by his grandfather and grandson, so he could not stay out of it. Although the person named He was not a kind person, he still understood the principle that a good meal must be repaid and a grudge must be repaid.
"How long have they been walking? Is it possible that I will catch up with them halfway?"
"It's late, old man, my legs and feet are not good. Qingshan is more than fifty miles away from the fishing village. Wancheng is only about twenty miles away from the fishing village. Plus they were riding horses, so they arrived at the city smoothly when I was halfway."
The old fisherman said sadly.
"You go back to the fishing village first, and I will go to Wancheng to have a look. If there is a chance, I will naturally rescue your grandson." He Zhao did not dare to say too much, otherwise his hope would turn into despair, and the two extremes would reverse, and he would collapse and commit suicide.
Don't have too many people.
When the old fisherman heard this, he could only leave the wooden house with one step and three turns.
"This old man is smart enough to come to me." Who would believe a man whose stomach was disemboweled and covered with arrows, and who recovered from his injuries in a month? He said he was an ordinary person?
The old fisherman was not as short-sighted as ordinary villagers. Even though he knew that He Zhao was not short of money, he still went to the mountain to deliver rations every month and never raised money for more than a year.
Today my grandson had an accident with his front leg, and he immediately went up the mountain to ask for help.
Moreover, from the information revealed by his mouth, we can know that he had no intention of looking for him at the first time. Instead, he spent his life savings to bribe the soldiers.
The above factors add up, unless Renrenzhao is a cold-blooded monster, he will never refuse, even if the risk is high.
"Anyway, all the small goals before entering the simulation scene have been completed, and it will not be a loss even if you die."
In the afternoon, as night fell, He Zhao mobilized the jade basket with all his strength and rushed all the way to Wancheng.
The loophole-laden defenses taught by Jin Chan couldn't stop him at all, and he quietly entered the city after a while.
'mob.'
This was his evaluation of the sect soldiers, but Wang Guard and the others couldn't even defeat the rabble, which was even more infuriating.
A mere cannon can only destroy the city wall, and its shells are limited.
If the elite private soldiers surnamed Wang desperately resisted, the Jin Chan Sect would not necessarily be able to capture Wancheng.
The former garrison mansion is now the Huajingang mansion, with bright lights and a banquet for guests.
In the main hall, this Liao was sitting at the side, and a man in gray robe was sitting at the front.
"Guardian Zuo's personal visit to Wancheng really made my humble residence shine. Knowing that adults like to eat heart and liver, Hua specially sent people to capture all the children under the age of ten within fifty miles of the surrounding area."
"Huajingang has a heart." When Protector Zuo, who had always had a cold face, heard this, his old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
On the other side, He Zhao broke the neck of an unknown sect soldier.
"Click——"
"Kitchen? Why is it closed in the kitchen? Not the bedroom?"
After learning where the children were being held, he was confused and couldn't figure out what kind of tricks Hua was playing.
He stooped, tiptoed, and twirled his hands and feet all the way to the kitchen.
"Vajra has an order to cut open the belly and take out the heart."
"?!"
He Zhao's eyes widened suddenly. Are these people still human? What a bunch of beasts in human skin!
"rub--"
He rushed into the kitchen through the open window, and his whole body turned into phantoms. The chef and the handyman felt a coldness on their foreheads, and fell directly to the ground, lifeless.
"Shh!"
He Zhao raised a finger to his mouth to signal the children not to cry.
The little guys nodded vigorously. Children of poor people have already become masters. Just because they are young does not mean they are stupid.
After being untied one by one, he had a headache.
How to take thirty or forty children out?
You can't kill them all in one go!
In fact, Wu Renzhao is quite lucky.
Because when the Jin Chan Sect was wreaking havoc in the name of water bandits, most people in the surrounding areas fled with their families. Otherwise, the number of children in the kitchen today would probably be far greater than it is now.
"There is a dog hole in the backyard, we can get out." Someone among the dozens of children said.
"Okay, let's go."
When the group left the kitchen and headed to the backyard, there was no obstruction along the way.
The huge Wancheng was tight on the outside and loose on the inside. Not to mention there were no patrols on the streets, and no one was standing guard inside the garrison.
The entire city is taught by their golden cicada, what can we be prepared for?
What's more, it's unrealistic for you to expect someone who has been a water bandit for more than ten years to strictly abide by military discipline.
After burning the incense, He Zhao looked at the six-meter-high city wall. If you are tired, just be tired. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Half an hour passed quickly, and thanks to the superficial patrolling of the soldiers, he finally sent the little ones out of the city one by one.
Thanks to the elite in the title, otherwise he would jump left and right inside and outside the city wall. Even a secret blood warrior would not be able to withstand the torment and would be tired early.
"Run away, ask your parents to take you to other states as soon as you get home." Looking at the backs of the children, he sighed. "Come out, isn't this show good?"
Protector Zuo, Hua Jingang and others jumped down from the city wall, and everyone looked at He Zhao with amusement on their faces.