Chapter 80: The beginning of the collection has a foreshadowing, find it yourself
Daqian Kyoto.
"Go in quickly, no ink marks."
In front of a palace that occupies a large area, dozens of soldiers are driving hundreds of beggars in tattered clothes towards the palace in front. Among the beggars, there are old people, young people, and even children, women and children.
Behind the soldier is a man wearing a cow-face mask. He is dressed in embroidered clothes and has a demon bull in armor. The demon bull is tall and tall, but its eyes are dark. From a distance, it looks like a human. The feeling of oppression is extremely ominous.
His name is Wuniu, and he is the head of Wuniu Division.
He looked at the palace in the distance, and the green noon cow mask on his face shone slightly with a cold light.
Prince Ping's Mansion, this is the name of the palace in the distance. The words on the plaque are already rusty, and the gold paint on it has fallen off at some point.
The abandoned courtyards and weeds growing everywhere make it hard to believe that just a few days ago this was a bustling palace.
There is something strange about the open gate of the palace. On a sunny day, the view from the gate of the palace is green and black, and the coldness inside is so cold that noon cows feel uncomfortable.
"Catch some more beggars and figure out the movement patterns of the things inside as soon as possible." Wu Niu looked at the dozens of beggars being driven away in front of him and ordered.
"Subordinate, let's do it." A man who also wore a Wu Niu mask lowered his head and clasped his fists. The mask on his face was made of iron, while the one on the boss's face was made of bronze. This was due to the difference in status. .
"As soon as possible." Wu Niu said calmly.
The things in Prince Ping's Mansion are very troublesome. If he doesn't figure out the movement patterns of that thing, even he won't dare to go in. The ghost in the red coffin is above the upper armor, only higher but not lower!
The man bowed his head and excused himself, without looking at the beggars who were being driven away. He called a few soldiers and walked away.
Wu Niu didn't even look at his subordinates. He stared at the gloomy Ping Prince's Mansion, his eyes as deep as lake water.
"His Majesty's celebration is about to begin in three days. This thing must be disposed of within three days. The presence of Class A or above ghosts in Kyoto will bring disgrace to Daqian."
Wu Niu touched the bronze mask on his face, and heard the cries of the beggars in his ears.
"Hurry in, don't ask for ink. Your Excellency said, those who can come out after entering will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and hundreds of acres of fertile land. You are all begging for survival. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are ants. Now you are rich and powerful. It's right in front of you, why would you miss it?"
In front of the beggar, a general wearing armor and holding a long sword looked at the hesitating crowd in front of him and said.
"Sir, I am not a beggar! I am a commoner from a nearby village. Can I not want this opportunity to become rich and powerful? I just ask you to let me go back, please!"
Among the crowd, a woman holding a young child looked at the general holding a sword with a miserable look on her face, and prayed with a pleading look on her face.
Being rich and powerful sounds good, but you have to have this life to enjoy it. Several groups of people have entered before them, but until now, no one has been seen walking out of Prince Ping's Mansion.
It is true that they are beggars and ants in the eyes of the dignitaries, but you cannot let them die just because they are beggars and ants!
They are human beings too and want to live...
As the woman opened her mouth, many people who were being driven out began to shout.
"Sir! I am also a nearby town citizen. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to check. All these can be found! Sir, I am really not a beggar!"
Voices came and went, and many people started talking about where they were from, and some even revealed their entire family background, including their genealogy.
The purpose was to ask the general to open the net and let them leave.
But no matter how they shouted, the sword-wielding generals and soldiers seemed not to hear them, and still drove them away in their own way.
Seeing this scene, they were completely desperate. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the gate of Prince Ping's Mansion, some young men, under the terrifying oppression, could no longer bear the pressure and rushed out of the crowd and ran towards the distance.
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But before he could run very far, his head was beheaded by a soldier. The head rolled off, and the hot blood spilled on the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Without any discussion, they were beheaded directly in public. Each soldier looked at the crowd expressionlessly, his eyes full of coldness, and the long sword in his hand shone coldly in the sun.
Seeing this scene, those who wanted to escape completely gave up the idea. Escape would mean death, so they might as well enter Prince Ping's Mansion, where they might have a chance of survival.
The shouts in the crowd disappeared a lot. The general holding the sword looked at these people coldly. People are such mean people. If you talk to them calmly, they will not listen.
If they don't see your seriousness, they will always take chances.
So sometimes it is necessary to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
The sword-wielding general looked at these people with a calm expression. He would not know whether some of them were beggars. But what if he knew that those people were not beggars? Since they were brought here, even if they were the sons of princes, they would still be regarded as beggars.
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Among the crowd, a disheveled beggar looked at this scene with a horrified expression. His body was shaking and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Prince Ping's Mansion, which was so close to Chi Chi, was like an abyss beast with its huge mouth open, waiting for them to enter and fall into a trap.
There was a little girl mixed in the crowd, her body was in tatters, her knotted hair and face covered with dirt made her look dirty.
But none of these could hide her watery eyes. Although these watery eyes were full of fear and panic at the moment, it didn't affect anything.
The crowd was approaching, and soldiers armed with long swords chopped off the heads of some escapees from time to time. Extreme depression spread among the crowd.
"If you go in, you still have a chance to live. If you don't go in, you will die immediately. Although your brains are not smart, I believe you still understand this simple truth."
The crowd composed of beggars and common people had been driven to the gate of Prince Ping's Mansion, but because the soldiers could not get too close to Prince Ping's Mansion, the people in front of them hesitated in front of the gate of Prince Ping's Mansion.
The people behind him stopped in place because the people in front did not enter Prince Ping's Mansion. The sword-wielding general was not surprised when he saw this scene. The same was true for the previous waves.
At this time, he usually only needs to say a few sentences.
Hundreds of eyes stared at the sword-wielding general, with horror, resentment, despair, and fear...
Many were very complicated. The sword-wielding general looked calm and the expression in his eyes did not change at all. He looked at everyone and gave them a choice.
"If you go in, you have a chance to live and become rich and powerful. If you don't go in, you will die now. I will give you ten breaths. After ten breaths, anyone who has not entered will be beheaded."
The voice was extremely cold, and as the general spoke these words, sharp knives were pointed at them, and dozens of pairs of cold eyes stared at their necks.
The cold murderous intent made their bodies tremble uncontrollably. Children were crying, women were sobbing, and the elderly were lamenting. All the sounds were perfect.
These voices reveal the cruelty of this era.
The sword-wielding general just watched and listened, the sharp blade in his hand always ready to kill.
Time passed amidst these noisy sounds, and finally someone couldn't bear the murderous eyes, turned around and rushed directly into Prince Ping's Mansion.
Sometimes one person taking the lead is enough to lead everyone. Someone took the lead and rushed into Prince Ping's Mansion, and the others rushed in one after another.
For a moment, Prince Ping's Mansion seemed to be their hope of survival, and they rushed in. Among the crowd, the disheveled beggar looked back at the high-ranking adults behind him, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
If you can live, can you kill all these people?
Maybe it's still not possible, he is just a beggar, homeless and about to die.
Perhaps feeling the beggar's gaze, Wu Niu cast his gaze over. He looked at the young man, his eyes were full of calmness, he was just an ant, not worth mentioning.
The crowd swarmed away, and the little girl was trapped in it, helpless and powerless. She was so small that she didn't even have the strength to push the adults away.
Her moist eyes were filled with tears, and fear filled her young heart. She was so scared, and she missed her father and mother.
What is born out of despair may be to regard death as home.
The huge mouth of the abyss continued to swallow the living people, and beggars and common people disappeared one by one through the gate of Prince Ping's Mansion, and the blue-black haze did not create the slightest ripple.
Wuniu looked at this scene with calm eyes. The haze in Prince Ping's Mansion did not spread out. This is good news. It means that the things inside do not grow by killing people. Otherwise, he would not let anyone go in to test the things.
Laws of action.
In their eyes, when an ordinary person experiences a Class A supernatural event, the chance of surviving is about one percent. This chance of survival is very low, but at least there is a chance of survival, and what he is doing now is using
Quantity to accumulate this probability.
He has always believed in the truth that as long as the quantity is large enough, qualitative change will definitely occur. This is the truth.
Under the sunny sky, the eerie Prince Ping's Mansion stands. Its terror is being tested, and ignorant living people are testing taboos.
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Taiyuan City, in the city lord's mansion.
"How do you feel, Wei Jing? Is that guy named Chenlong strong?"
On the first step, Fang Shiming looked at Wei Jing walking out of the darkness and asked.
"It's not bad. His strength is very good. He's an anomaly." Wei Jing tied an old hemp rope around his waist, and the darkness behind him began to dissipate.
"Aren't you different? He really has some strength." Fang Shiming threw an apple and said.
"How is the situation here?" Wei Jing caught the apple, sat on the steps, and took a bite of the apple in his hand. Well, it had no taste at all. It was tasteless.
"It's okay. Those Chenlong Guards are very weak. None of them are alien. This is very strange. Logically speaking, with such a large group of people, the city lord is the only alien. This is very wrong. This dynasty should not be like this.
Yes." Fang Shiming touched his face and said with some doubts.
Hearing Fang Shiming's words, Wei Jing nodded: "I also found something wrong. Logically speaking, the Imperial Secretary should not be so weak. After all, it is the department of this dynasty that specializes in dealing with supernatural events. As a result, I just talked to that person.
When Chen Long was fighting, he didn't even support him for a minute, which is not worthy of their status."
On the quiet steps, Fang Shiming turned to look at Wei Jing. The corners of his mouth twitched. He was silent for a while before he said, "How many ghosts can you suppress now?"
Seeing Fang Shiming asking about this, Wei Jing was a little confused. After thinking about it, he didn't hide anything and said it directly: "From the time I came here to now, plus the time in the mountains and the fierce ghost I just ate, I now have a total of
The quota for suppression is 101 fierce ghosts."
"Can you suppress 101 evil ghosts?"
Fang Shiming was silent. He looked up at the sky and was speechless. A ghost can suppress 101 fierce ghosts. How long does it take to deal with a chief of the imperial department?
Wei Jing feels that the head of the Imperial Department is weak, which is normal. He can feel that way, and there is nothing wrong with him.
Fang Shiming didn't know who could defeat Wei Jing in front of a ghost of this level. He couldn't do it anyway. He was a man who controlled three powerful ghosts and became a different kind of person. He couldn't do such an awesome operation.
Seeing Fang Shiming's silence, Wei Jing was a little dumbfounded when he thought about the question he asked. Only then did he realize that it was not that the head of the Yuqian Department was too weak, but that he was too strong.
He had not yet come out under the control of the Stealing Ghost, which caused him to subconsciously feel that they should not be so weak when he saw such a boss with a very strong code name.
After all, the position of the boss is the same as their captain status. Since it is the same, then at least Ye Zhen, Yang Jian and the others have the right level of strength.
Lin Qian stopped talking, that guy was ridiculously strong.
In Wei Jing's mind, Ye Zhen and Yang Jian were at least 50-50 equal to him, especially Yang Jian, whose ghosts were stronger than his. If Wei Jing was a little more cautious, it wouldn't be a problem to beat Wei Jing against him.
Seeing that Wei Jing finally understood, Fang Shiming was a little speechless. He looked around and saw that it was antique and extremely luxurious, which was quite in line with the identity of the Lord of Chenlong City and the Chief.
"By the way, where is Li Leping? He hasn't solved it yet? But this shouldn't be right. He is much stronger than me, so how can he solve it slower than me? He can only be faster than me.
"Fang Shiming looked at Wei Jing and frowned slightly, feeling very confused.
"He went to inquire about things. Chenlong's memory is a bit messy. He needs to sort it out soon." Wei Jing answered Fang Shiming's doubts.
"Is that so? That can be explained." After hearing what Wei Jing said, Fang Shiming understood. The ghost controlled by Li Leping was a memory type, and he was very good at finding information from other people's memories.
He is the weakest among the three. He relies on Ghost Scissors to become an alien. Without Ghost Scissors, it would be difficult for him to become an alien. After all, he did not turn his consciousness into a ghost method.
So he felt very sad, but there was nothing he could do about it. He felt that his survival to this day was entirely due to luck. If his luck was not good enough, he would have died countless times just relying on his little strength.
"Li Leping is done." At this time, Wei Jing suddenly said.
Just as Wei Jing finished speaking, Li Leping appeared beside the two of them. Looking at Li Leping's expressionless face, Wei Jing asked:
"How is the situation? Have you found any useful information?
Hearing Wei Jing's words, Fang Shiming couldn't help but look at Li Leping, hoping that Li Leping could tell useful good news.
Seeing the glances from the two men, Li Leping nodded, with a smile on his face:
"I may have found a way to go back."
After hearing this, Wei Jing and Fang Shiming stood up immediately, looking at Li Leping with excitement in their eyes.
"Are you serious? You're not joking?" Fang Shiming was the first to ask. He was the one who wanted to go back the most. In this era without mobile phone networks, he felt uncomfortable doing anything.
Wei Jing did not speak, but looked at Li Leping quietly, with undisguised expectations in his eyes. The country still needed him, and he was still participating in Professor Wang's experiments. He could not spend too long in this era.
Looking at the gazes of the two people, Li Leping thought for a while and said: "I got a piece of news from Chen Long's memory. In Yongye City, there was a young man holding a rusty long sword. He wiped out a large family.
, then he lured a Class A, that is, S-class ghost in Yongye City, and then left Yongye City and walked towards Kyoto."
"A young man holding a rusty sword? What does this have to do with our return?" Fang Shiming really didn't understand what Li Leping meant. Could it be that their hope of returning lies with that young man?
Wei Jing also became confused. He looked at Li Leping: "What do you mean? Please be more careful."
Li Leping took a deep breath, looked at the two of them and said slowly: "I saw the portrait of the young man and the long sword from Chen Long's memory."
"The young man is exactly the same as Captain Lin, and his name is Lin Qian. I didn't believe it at first. I thought he was just a person similar to Captain Lin, with the same name and surname. Although such a coincidence is unlikely, it is not impossible.
, but until I saw that long sword, I knew I was wrong."
At this point, Li Leping's eyes flickered: "That's Ye Zhen's long sword. Of course, just for these reasons, I still don't fully believe that he is Captain Lin. For this reason, I specially found the Lord of Yongye City in Chen Long's memory.
With Zi Shu’s appearance, I quietly invaded his memory.”
"As a result, I saw a bride in Zi Shu's memory, an illusory bride. She was behind the young man. The moment I saw the bride, I knew that he was Lin Qian, because only he would be
The deceitful bride loves her so much."
"When I confirmed that he was Team Lin, I roughly understood how we got here."
Li Leping let out a breath and looked at the two people who were silent. He knew that they understood everything.
"If it's Captain Lin, then it makes sense when we get here. Captain Lin has the terrifying ability to restart time, and all the captains know this." Wei Jing slightly rolled his eyes, and there were many things that he was confused about.
After learning that Lin Qian was here, it became clear.
"So it was Lin Qian and that fierce ghost who had a time-restart collision, which brought us to this era that does not exist in history? Is it just a fight between great gods and a small devil suffering?" Fang Shiming said speechlessly.
"That's pretty much it. Although we don't know why the fierce ghost met Captain Lin, we are not thinking about this now. We should find Captain Lin quickly now. There is something wrong with his current situation." Li Leping looked on.
Became solemn.
Hearing Li Leping's words, Wei Jing frowned: "Something's wrong? What happened?"
Fang Shiming also became confused. Something was wrong with Lin Qian? When had he ever felt right?
Seeing the two people's doubts, Li Leping was a little silent. After a while, he finally said:
"Team Lin seems to have lost his starving ghost, and he seems to have some amnesia."