There are rules for killing. You can't just find something to kill randomly. According to Bailang's experience, you have to kill people with names and status in the world. Those famous ministers, generals, kings and emperors are the most popular.
One of the suitable targets is Qianlong or the chief rudder in the previous world. In this world, who is such an important person? This is a question.
Bailang stood outside the city and looked at the city. It was very busy here, with convoys of pedestrians coming and going on the road. "We are already more than ten miles away from the city gate and still like this... It seems we still need to collect intelligence."
Say it again."
Sitting down at a tea stall on the roadside, Bai Lang took out a handful of coins as change and ordered a pot of tea. He then chatted with the old man at the tea stall, "By the way, old man, what year is it this year...
.." After a few words of this simple cliche, Bai Lang realized something was wrong, "Why is there no exact date at all? In just a few minutes, not only the old man at the tea stall, but also the passers-by who came to drink tea all said it
They mentioned five or six year names, and the most important thing is that I remember they mentioned five or six different year names, but I didn’t remember any of them!”
Not to mention the year name, the city in front of them had several names in their mouths, but these people didn't feel anything unusual at all. Bailang just listened and occasionally spoke, "Apart from these things, everything else is normal.
Bailang drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp, stood up and prepared to leave.
In this world, there are high-ranking officials like Admiral Li, and top dignitaries like the Queen Mother of the West, but according to the descriptions of these people, the emperor seems to be an emperor like the Han and Tang Dynasties. In short, it is a mixture of things - basically belongs to Bailang.
This is the mainland China in the minds of some stupid books and stupid foreigners. Speaking and writing Chinese in this place is definitely China - it’s just that some people’s names are really weird. I always feel that they are just some people who look more awesome.
The Chinese characters for "cross" connected into two or three are the person's name.
There is no doubt that this is the style of the stupid Japanese...
The problem is that Bailang has never heard of Japanese existence in Dayan - there is indeed a country in the East China Sea, but it seems that they speak Chinese instead of Japanese. This is reflected in the scenery records he obtained at Weiwei's house.
I have seen it, and occasionally heard Ma Rulong say it in casual conversations. Speaking of his teammates, Bai Lang felt that he could probably understand why they didn't show up. "It's probably not that they are dead. It's probably because the Adventure Hall didn't want to embarrass themselves in vain."
To die - if you don’t enter Xiantian, there is a high probability that you won’t be able to stop this distortion.”
It is said that the One Thousand Dao Ten Thousand Adventure Hall is a pyramid scheme, and it does not directly throw the collected workers into it to die in vain - and this kind of death will probably gain nothing, and they will die if they enter. Bai Lang feels that if they have not stepped into the innate
, you may not die if you come in, but you will definitely be distorted - but if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be any worse than being recruited by the Adventure Hall all the time?
Bailang still didn't think of a way to break the situation, "Who to kill? Admiral Li or the Queen Mother of the West? Where to kill? This place looks like Guangzhou, Chengdu, maybe Shanghai... Although I think it is somewhere
Not fucking like it!" He shook his head and prepared to enter the city again - there is no way to break the situation in the wild. This time Bailang's skills were lifted up, and the light wind curled around his body, and the armored white tiger was even more wide-eyed in his heart.
Open your eyes to be more alert.
Bailang's innate Qi firmly blocks the "abnormality" outside the body, and the true Qi only circulates endlessly in the body - only innate masters can do this. If it is not innate, the combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed. Bailang is even more powerful this time
Observing the city carefully, "Generally speaking, it's normal...except for people's identities changing." Then he saw something unusual.
That was a steam car. Looking at the dark boiler and the chimney emitting white smoke, you knew it must be a steam car. In front of the four-wheeled car in front of you was an exposed entire boiler system with many pipelines - although it looked like
It's dirty but very precise if you look closely. There are three foreigners sitting in the back seat. One of them uses the steering wheel to control the car to drive on the street. Bai Lang is not surprised, he is not an ignorant countryman - no
Don't you think it's strange when you see other people present?
"Small steam engine, but where is the coal? Could it be burning heavy oil?" Bai Lang has no love for steam engines, and he has no love for steampunk, so he just glanced at it and ignored it. But the next moment a team came over
The iron man still surprised him - there was a person wrapped in a tin can. From behind, he saw the same power machine with two chimneys. He was holding a large ax gun in his hand and a gun with a caliber that looked like it was hanging on his abdomen.
A big squirter.
Generally speaking, it looks like a toilet. This thing came over with a bang, and there was a roaring sound of the piston behind it. "Steam toilet?" This made Bai Lang find it quite interesting. "Martial arts, steam machinery... glowing dishes and...
There are 'exotic beasts' running rampant everywhere, why do I feel that these things are so strange when they are put together." The main reason is that the painting style does not match. As for martial arts, Bailang can now perform to the fullest, but he does not think these steam toilets can hold up
He can withstand the attack of a master like him.
If this is the case, there seems to be little use in developing these things. The power belongs to oneself, and with such martial arts, what else do you need? Unless the steam machinery has its own "specialty". Regarding this, Bailang feels that he will try it if he has the opportunity.
Ichiban. "Steam, martial arts, will there be talisman magic and spell magic? I think there is, with this kind of mixed style, I would feel weird without it."
As Bailang went against the steam car and the steam toilets that looked like escorts, he saw more and more. A street light that had not appeared before appeared on the roadside, "gas light." He stood there.
After looking carefully under the street lamp for a while, I finally recognized it. At this time, it was starting to get dark, and a man in a robe came over with a long pole with a fire on the top and lit the lamp.
The symbols of the steam age are the machines we saw before and the street lights we see now, and perhaps the buildings on both sides of the road that have begun to become completely different. However, the people walking on the road are still those people, all kinds of people from China and abroad.
Yes, cow tails and hair buns are flying together, Confucian robes and dresses are the same, and I have no idea what era it is now.
Bailang continued to walk deeper, and the houses he saw gradually turned into bungalows with gardens, and the roads gradually became deserted. Speaking of roads, Bailang suddenly realized that since he entered the city, he had always walked along the streets and sidewalks.
There was even a sewer road next to the road. He was just so used to it that he didn't notice it. "No factory found." He muttered and was about to turn around and leave. But at this time Bailang heard some strange noises, which made him lift his head.
He looked at a three-story western-style building on the side of the road.