Daqi, Youdu, Li Huowang walked silently on the street. The busy Daqi people around him did not notice him, because today he borrowed the magical power of Zuowangdao to change into an ordinary face.
And Li Huowang's face was pressed on the body of the Mo family's spy in the imperial city to confuse the audience.
He didn't know if this method would be useful, but he would try it first and then talk about it.
So far, no matter whether they sent people to investigate, asked the Gan family to do divination, or other sects' methods, they still couldn't figure out which world killed them and what their purpose was.
The only thing that is certain now is that their world is definitely not the world of Yu Ershen and his gang. Daqi was once occupied by them, and I have been there. It is impossible for normal living people to exist in such a world.
Without knowing anything about them, Li Huowang really had nothing else to do for the time being. He could only stay in Daqi and wait.
I don't know if it was because they alerted the enemy last time or for some other reason, but they didn't attack again for a long time.
They didn't take action, so Li Huowang naturally couldn't wait for them and continued to do his own work to save Da Qi.
Seeing that the faces of the people around him look much better than before, it can be seen that Daqi is gradually recovering. Whether it is the re-establishment of the imperial court or the Supervisor Tiansi, it means that the power under his control is gradually expanding.
The surviving people in Daqi have all heard the news that Youdu has food, and they are gradually getting closer. And the fastest among them naturally has some magical powers.
I don’t know whether it’s because of the oppression of a common enemy, or whether the previous promise of Zendu is effective, but now the entire Daqi is indeed firmly under my control.
With Da Qi's manpower, Li Huowang's goal is not just to kill them all if they encounter the same situation again.
There has always been a person who can commit a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days.
He even wanted to capture Xinpan over there, pull out his spine and make it into a spine sword, and then use the power of the spine sword to go to their world and figure out what all this was about.
Just when he was thinking about these things, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he saw Miao Guihua, the little girl.
She held a few ribs in her arms, stood on tiptoes and formed a circle with the other children, listening to what an old man said.
Li Huowang took off his face, walked over and touched her head gently, "What are you doing here?"
"Bodhisattva!" Miao Guihua happily shouted to Li Huowang, her eyes full of attachment.
When she heard Li Huowang ask what he was doing again, she raised the ribs in her hands with difficulty.
"Master asked me to go out and pick up some things that could be burned. I saw a lot of these people's bones on the roadside, so I picked them up."
Seeing that the monks of Zhengde Temple let Osmanthus do chores every day, Li Huowang felt that this was better. After all, according to their values, people must have value to live, and worthless children could only be placed in vases and sold as physical hard drives.
"Osmanthus, I'm afraid the bones can't be used as firewood, but you can go back and tell the monks that you can try grinding the ashes into powder and scatter them in the fields as fertilizer."
"Okay, I remember!" As Miao Guihua nodded vigorously, the ribs in her arms slid down a little. She squatted down and hugged the ribs in her arms tighter.
"Go, don't run around. Although there are government officials patrolling, there are more people in the city now, and it's not very peaceful."
Miao Guihua looked at the old man who spoke with some reluctance, "Bodhisattva, can I go back after listening?"
Li Huowang touched her head and looked at the old man with a white beard, "What are you doing?"
"The old man is talking about ancient times. When grandpa was still alive, he also told me about ancient times."
After hearing this, Li Huowang did not leave, but simply followed her and listened.
"Hey~~ You were born in a good time. It would be hard. It would be much harder than now. You wouldn't understand anything and you could only crawl on the ground and eat mud all day long. But God couldn't see it and took action.
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"He told us that we can use cotton, mulberry and hemp to make clothes, he told us that we can grow grain, raise chickens and ducks, he also told us how to use fire, and more importantly, God has given us wisdom."
"That's why we people have learned to be honest and behave ourselves. From that time on, we people have become completely different from those flowers, birds, insects and beasts."
Hearing this, Li Huowang frowned. As he clenched his fist suddenly, a woman walked out of the intersection in the distance and waved to him. "Osmanthus! Come on!"
When Miao Guihua saw the woman, she immediately stopped watching the fun and ran towards her happily, "Mom! Look, I picked up so many bones!!"
"Really? My daughter is really amazing! Come on, let's send these bones to the master." The woman held Osmanthus fragrans's hand and walked towards Zhengde Temple.
After Miao Guihua walked away, Li Huowang asked the white-haired old man: "This old man, can I ask a question? How did you survive when there was no food before?"
"Hey." The old man looked regretful. "My son and daughter-in-law are filial. They cut their own flesh for me to eat, but they died. I, an old and immortal person, am still alive. What a sin."
"You're a liar." As Li Huowang frowned, the people around him immediately dispersed naturally and went about their own work. After a while, there were only two people left on the street.
"Who are you! Where did you come from?" With Octavia's directness, Li Huowang could clearly feel that something was wrong with this guy, and this guy didn't hide it at all.
"Old man, my name is Po Da'er. I am a small casual cultivator, not worth mentioning. Po Da'er has met Master Li Xian." Faced with Li Huowang's exposure, Po Da'er did not panic at all and gave him a formal salute.
"Loose cultivator? What are you cultivating?"
"Practice Zen."
"What Zen?"
"Wild Fox Zen."
"Yehu Zen?" Li Huowang looked him up and down, recalling this guy's previous actions, he felt inexplicably familiar.
"Dad, do you know? I used to have a friend who liked storytelling just like you."
"Old man, I'm not telling stories here, I'm telling stories about ancient times."
"None of this is important. The important thing is that he is a Daqi man who always goes to other worlds to tell stories, just like you now. What's more important is that he has a heart!"
As soon as Li Huowang finished speaking, the ground beneath the old man suddenly sank, grabbing his legs tightly so that he could not move.
The next moment, the spine sword in Li Huowang's hand had already stabbed towards the old man's abdomen.
However, just when the spine sword penetrated the flesh and blood, the white-haired old man's head shook violently, and then he suddenly jumped up again.
His head, along with the bloody internal organs and eight meridians, was pulled out of the body and flew into the air. Li Huowang's spine sword only stabbed an empty shell of flesh.