Chapter 1 The Pot Is Really Sturdy

Zheng Fan closed his eyes, a little dumbfounded; this was probably karmic retribution.

"Although the Qian Kingdom has blocked the news, at least in the three prefectures of Qian, the line you left behind, my lord, is widely known.

"When the great hero Chen came to the village and saw that line, it was only natural that he would assume you were the one who slaughtered the village. Moreover, the local officials will probably protect each other, and they won't really investigate who did it. Putting it on your head, my lord, is the most suitable thing to do.

"After all, when war breaks out, looting the common people is just commonplace."

Having seen the inscription and received confirmation from the local government, and then recalling his own exploits of leading troops to break through cities and fight, it was only right and proper for the great hero Chen to believe he was the real culprit.

"What's the name of that military advisor? Find out for me. How dare he frame me like this? When I go to the Qian Kingdom again, I'll definitely settle the score with him."

Zheng Fan didn't plan to settle the score with the great hero Chen, but he wasn't going to forgive the guy who dared to steal his idea and ruin his reputation.

"Actually, news of your previous deeds, my lord, from the merchants, has had a big impact in the capital of the Yan Kingdom. Many civil officials have criticized you, saying that you trampled on the academy and disgraced the scholars, and that starting border disputes was lawless.

"Of course, for every person who slanders you, there will naturally be people who admire you. After all, in this great Yan, the civil officials don't have too much say.

"However, all this commotion has actually been blocked by Marquis Jingnan, so our fortress has always been so quiet."

"Because the face of a fortress guard doesn't matter, but Marquis Jingnan's face must be taken into consideration, right?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Heh."

"Although Marquis Jingnan hasn't given you any arrangements since the last trip to the Qian Kingdom, the fact that he can proactively protect you from the storm is enough to show that you are indeed 'in His Majesty's good graces'."

"If Marquis Jingnan really becomes king, being in His Majesty's good graces will be even more valuable."

"This subordinate really can't guess whether Marquis Jingnan will become king, nor dares to guess randomly."

"Oh? Is there anything you can't guess?"

"This subordinate has never met Marquis Jingnan in person. This subordinate feels that you, my lord, have more of a say in this matter."

"What if I guess wrong?"

"Willing to bet and accept defeat. Since you've sat at the gambling table, saying you regret it afterward will only make people look down on you."

"Alright. By the way, how is the great hero Chen?"

"He's recovering quite well; at least, his life isn't in danger. This subordinate gave instructions in advance that his living standards should be the highest."

"You handle things steadily."

"You flatter me, my lord."

"Give me the letter; I'll go see the great hero."

"My lord, you work hard."

Blind Bei handed the letter to Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan took the letter, first tore open the seal. Because Blind Bei had already read the contents of the letter, he didn't look at it again, just waved his hand, and Si Niang understood, pushing Zheng Fan's wheelchair away from the sunbathing area.

Liang Cheng said with some emotion:

"If there are no accidents, we can get back another master."

"My lord's life is really good," Xue San said.

Blind Bei smiled,

and said:

"Everyone, work harder. That zombie Sha Tuo Que Shi, plus this swordsman, were all brought back by our lord alone.

"Don't let it really come to the point where the lord brings back a few more people, and the seven of us will have to stand aside.

"We all thought we were important figures, ha, but in the end, we realized we were just freebies given by the village chief grandpa when a new account leaves the beginner's village."

............

The room where the great hero Chen lived was very clean. A charcoal brazier was burning in the room, and two young women were sitting on chairs, roasting potatoes. The great hero Chen was lying on the bed, with an artificial limb placed on one side of the bed.

When Si Niang pushed Zheng Fan in, the two young women immediately stood up in fright and saluted.

"You were told to serve the great hero, but you dare to be lazy here? What, do you think you're the masters?"

Si Niang's stern voice sounded, and the two young women immediately knelt on the ground in fright. Obviously, Si Niang's power was deeply ingrained in their hearts.

The great hero Chen lying on the bed was just about to speak,

but Zheng Fan interrupted and scolded:

"Little girls, what's wrong with eating roasted potatoes? Everyone's human; don't be so unreasonable. Being born as a human being should mean natural equality. There's no such thing as masters and servants."

"Yes, you are right to scold us, my lord. This servant has been taught."

After hearing Zheng Fan's words, the great hero Chen showed an approving expression on his face, especially the sentence: being born as a human being should mean natural equality;

it could be said to have touched the great hero Chen's heart.

Si Niang led the two young women out, and at the same time helped Zheng Fan close the door.

Zheng Fan shook the handle, moving his wheelchair closer to the bed. The great hero Chen watched Zheng Fan slowly approach, and struggled to sit up, leaning his head against the headboard to raise himself a little.

If Zheng Fan's body was severely overdrawn, then the great hero Chen was equivalent to being brutally hammered from top to bottom by Sha Tuo Que Shi that night with the dual physique of an unparalleled martial artist and a zombie. It wouldn't be easy for this injury to heal.

Zheng Fan handed the letter to the great hero Chen,

and said:

"The matter of Chahe Village has already been investigated. This is the news that was sent back. I really didn't kill those people."

The great hero Chen reached out and took the letter, opened it, and began to read it.

"If you don't believe the contents of the letter and think I forged it, you can recover from your injuries here and then go back and reinvestigate.

"There should have been a lot of soldiers involved in this matter that day. You pick one to start with, catch them and interrogate them, and the truth will come out."

The great hero Chen looked at Zheng Fan sitting in the wheelchair, his expression somewhat awkward for a moment.

"I really didn't kill those people," Zheng Fan repeated.

"I was wrong," the great hero Chen took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"You weren't wrong."

"I was wrong. I sought revenge without distinguishing between right and wrong, wronged someone, and almost killed you and your two servants. I am ashamed of my name."

"You really weren't wrong. I am a general of the Yan Kingdom, and you are a citizen of the Qian Kingdom. I recently led troops to ride horses in your Qian Kingdom. It's only natural for you, as a Qian citizen, to come and kill me."

"I............"

"I'm not a good person either. I've done things like killing and arson. Others have plotted against me, and I've exterminated their families. Those who come out to play will have to pay it back sooner or later. I'm very open to this. As long as people don't die, they'll be good men again after they recover.

"I don't resent you, really. On the contrary, I admire you very much. You are the second person I've met in my life who has a chivalrous spirit."

"I don't dare to accept such praise, but I really want to ask, who was the first?"

"It's the one who beat you so badly that you're lying here."

"That person is not alive."

"Indeed, he's dead, but he used a secret technique of the desert barbarians to become a zombie after death. He is the Left Guli King of the barbarian royal court.

"When we were on the road, you said you regretted not being able to go to the desert to see the scenery there, so I called him out for you to see. I hope you're satisfied."

"............" The great hero Chen.

"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding. Would you like to hear the story of Sha Tuo Que Shi? It's really similar to yours."

"Is it convenient?"

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. I used to make a living by telling stories."

............

In the courtyard, there were still two disabled people sunbathing.

Two young women were shelling melon seeds, and the shelled melon seed meat was delivered to Blind Bei and Xue San's palms.

Si Niang was doing needlework, making four sets of gold silk soft armor, including the one for Sha Tuo Que Shi. It would take a lot of effort.

Liang Cheng sat next to Si Niang, using his fingernails to smooth the silk threads. These were all metal threads, and there were no machine tools in this era, but fortunately, Liang Cheng's fingernails were useful enough.

Xiao Yibo walked over, his eyes scanning the courtyard, and said:

"Gentlemen, people from the Secret Intelligence Division have arrived."

Xiao Yibo, Hong Bazi, and Ding Hao were responsible for bringing the young women and other wealth over slowly. They arrived at Cui Liu Fort a few days later than Zheng Fan and the others. After arriving, Xiao Yibo was usually responsible for some miscellaneous matters in the fort. Ding Hao was acting as Liang Cheng's assistant, and Hong Bazi led people to be responsible for the safety of the courtyard in the village outside the fort, after all, there were more than a dozen young women and a wolf cub living there.

"What did they say?" Blind Bei asked.

"Reporting to Mr. Bei, the people from the Secret Intelligence Division said that the master should go to Nanwang City tomorrow, saying that Marquis Jingnan wants to see him."

"Understood." Blind Bei waved his hand, and Xiao Yibo consciously stepped down.

"Shall I go and inform the master now?" Liang Cheng asked.

Blind Bei shook his head and said, "The master is busy. He's probably telling the story of Sha Tuo Que Shi right now."

Since ancient times, deep affection cannot be retained, only routines win people's hearts.

Blind Bei saw this very clearly.

"Will there be any danger in going to Nanwang City?" Si Niang asked.

"If Marquis Jingnan really wants to kill the master, he doesn't need to go to so much trouble. However, with what happened last time, let's do this. Tomorrow, A-Cheng, Si Niang, and also call A-Ming and Fan Li. The four of you will accompany the master to Nanwang City."

"We can't follow when the master goes to see Marquis Jingnan," Si Niang said.

Blind Bei waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay. If there really is an accident, you can experience sudden death at close range."

"............" Si Niang.

"Seeing Xu Wenzu's face when he came, he should be in a bad mood recently," Liang Cheng said.

"It would be strange if he was in a good mood. He was assassinated before he even took office, and in this Nanwang City and the surrounding fortresses, do you think they will listen to him, Xu Wenzu, an outsider, or to Marquis Jingnan?

"But he's a smart man and should have his own way of dealing with it. Prepare some gifts tomorrow. After the master enters Nanwang City, let him go and see Marquis Jingnan first, and the few of you will be responsible for delivering the gifts to Xu Wenzu's general's mansion."

"Okay," Liang Cheng agreed.

"To be honest, it's comfortable to bask in the sun. Suddenly, I feel that if we could continue to live like this, it would be pretty good."

Xue San found it a little funny and said, "Blind man, are you planning to retire and become negative?"

Blind Bei said disapprovingly:

"Negativity is for better progress."

Saying that,

Blind Bei sighed again,

and said:

"After this matter is over, we can suggest that the master concentrate on secluded cultivation for a period of time. A-Ming said before that the master seems to have touched the threshold of an eighth-rank martial artist. Strive to cross this threshold before the beginning of spring.

"In this way, the strength of the seven of us can be restored a bit. A-Ming should be qualified to give the first embrace, right?"

Xue San turned to look at Liang Cheng and said:

"A-Cheng can also turn people into zombies, right?"

Liang Cheng shook his head and said, "A-Ming should be able to obtain some first embrace quotas, which can allow a few people to become vampires while maintaining their sanity, but the restrictions are still too great. It is estimated that the people who become vampires will die in less than half a year.

"As for me, it's okay to turn people into walking corpses, but it's still far from turning them into zombies with rational thinking. The inheritance of zombies is inherently much more difficult than that of vampires."

The first embrace of vampires and Liang Cheng's "zombification" have always been things that everyone has paid attention to when planning the development of their forces.

Theoretically speaking, zombies and vampires are actually more like a virus, and they are contagious.

Just imagine, if it were possible to mass-produce vampire armies or zombie legions, then how wonderful would that be.

But now the problem lies here. The difficulty of A-Ming's first embrace is a little lower than Liang Cheng's, but even if he recovers some of his bloodline strength, it is difficult to give out vampire first embraces with excellent qualifications and development potential.

A-Ming himself predicted that the next stage can be given, but the people who are given it may only enjoy half a year of vampire feeling, and if there is not enough blood supply, they will lose their sanity, and even if there is enough blood supply, they will not live for more than half a year. Moreover, the number is still limited to single digits.

As for Liang Cheng, don't even think about it. What's the use of creating zombies like those in European and American zombie movies?

They are foolishly killed dozens of times in a row with a spear. Are they helping to fight on the battlefield or sending morale to the other side?

The most embarrassing point is that if one day, Zheng Fan reaches a realm similar to Sha Tuo Que Shi's before his death or even further, Liang Cheng and A-Ming will also be able to restore most of their bloodline strength.

There is no point in creating an army. It's like Nüwa kneading mud and making people when she's bored, just for fun.

Xue San, who was leaning on the wheelchair, said:

"If I recover another level of strength, I can probably enter the shadows.

"Anyway, at least we don't have to be blasted like this by a master who pops up from any corner, like this time. It's really frustrating."

This is the common voice of all the Demon Kings. They yearn to restore more strength, yearn to gain more power, and yearn to regain their former glory.

They are all terrifying existences with great backgrounds and stories, but now in this world, they are being beaten by the natives of this world in turn, which is really psychologically unacceptable.

Blind Bei solemnly reminded:

"After the master returns from Nanwang City tomorrow, I will tell the master frankly about the fact that our strength recovery is linked to the master's realm. It's time to be honest."

"And tell the master that if the master dies, we may also die, so that the master should cherish his life more," Xue San reminded.

Blind Bei nodded, "Yes, let's tell him everything. There's no need to hide it any longer; it may cause problems again."

"Are you afraid?" Liang Cheng suddenly asked.

Blind Bei didn't deny it and admitted directly:

"Yes, I'm afraid. If we force the master to enter the ninth rank again like last time, it will only magnify the suspicion and estrangement between us and the master. There's no need for that.

"In the beginning, the master could only rely on his own son, Mo Wan. In fact, I originally thought Mo Wan was a filial son.

"But several times, I've seen that Mo Wan actually has his own thoughts. So far, he has helped the master several times.

"Furthermore, counting Sha Tuo Que Shi and that great hero who may join us, the master already has his own capital."

Si Niang asked, "What are Mo Wan's thoughts? I always thought he wanted to be a filial son."

Blind Bei shook his head and said, "There's no threat for the time being. At least, Mo Wan's strength recovery is the same as A-Ming's and A-Cheng's. It hasn't reached that point yet. In the short term, it can be determined that he doesn't want the master to die and will protect the master's life safety. That's enough."

Xue San showed a meaningful smile on his face,

and said:

"I said, you only saw the master treating Mo Wan as his own son, but have you ever thought that Mo Wan is an existence that the master personally designed? Does the master not know what kind of person Mo Wan is to his parents?

"But even so, the master has always continued to carry Mo Wan with him, never abandoning him. Moreover, Mo Wan has really saved the master several times and hasn't harmed the master."

"It's fatherly love like a mountain, comforting the child's heart,"

Si Niang said.

"Tsk tsk, do you believe what you're saying yourself?" Xue San retorted.

Si Niang shook her head, "I don't believe it."

Xue San looked at Liang Cheng again and said, "Do you believe it?"

Liang Cheng shook his head.

"Blind man, do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

"You're talking nonsense with your eyes open!"

"That's right."

"............" Xue San.

Calming down the urge to curse,

Xue San continued:

"That's right. It's true that believing this is deceiving ghosts. The six of us are okay. Our stories all have a beginning and an end, right? Although the blind man is a little miserable, blind, but that's because he was 404-ed, and........."

"You were castrated."

"Shut up!"

If the bones in his body hadn't recovered yet, Xue San really wanted to jump out of the wheelchair and punch the blind man's knees.

"We are all people with stories, people with experiences. Whether we are doing well or doing poorly, whether we are happy or bitter, it is a kind of life. To be honest, there is not much resentment or resentment. On the contrary, there is still a little gratitude in my heart.

"But Mo Wan is different.

"Fuck,

"You recall how our master treats his own son,

"Nine or ten generations of vengeful infants?

"Let Mo Wan be aborted again and again in the story, abandoned by his parents again and again, giving him hope again and again and then giving him even more intense despair,

"Let him experience torture, let him be crazy, let him be violent, let him show a distorted and morbid hysteria.

"Yes, it has the highest sales and the highest popularity, but if you put yourself in Mo Wan's perspective,

"Hiss............

"Seriously, is this really father and son? No matter how harsh the enemy is, it's not so harsh, right?

"That's right, Mo Wan is like this, and he still goes to save the master. Blind man, you said that Mo Wan has other thoughts waiting, I can understand.

"But the master wholeheartedly treats him as his own son, and is so sure that Mo Wan will not hurt him........"

Blind Bei took out an iron box from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, tapped it in his hand,

and said slowly:

"The master should have concealed some of his settings for Mo Wan from us."

"Hehehe..." Si Niang suddenly laughed and said, "Listening to your analysis, why do I suddenly feel that the master has a very black-bellied and terrifying feeling?"

Blind Bei took out a fire starter, lit the cigarette,

and said:

"Isn't that so? I'm so scared that I call him daddy every night."

"............" Si Niang.

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