Chapter 116: Son of Heaven (3)

It is impossible to create more people out of thin air, nor is it possible to divide the original soul of a person into several pieces.
The only possibility is that the extra people were recruited from the main system and entered in -
Their identities are clearly intended to be revealed, the "hosts" compiled from various small worlds by the main system.
Luo Zhifeng's hand propped his chin. Others couldn't see his black eyes covered by the hat, only the curved jaw, and the smile that seemed to be smudged on Jieyun.
If he was thrown to Tiandao, or the system encountered before, they prefer those souls who are not afraid of laws, greedy and evil when they choose their hosts.
Most of the systems will gradually fabricate all kinds of lies to satisfy the host's ambitions, and then make the host with them think and believe that they are constantly getting stronger.
This "upgrade flow" model gives the system a taste of the sweetness. However, after the hosts deliberately think that they have become powerful, they will always give birth to uncontrollable thoughts such as the system kneeling and destroying the system, which can be regarded as innocuous.
So, here are some "powerful" hosts who have gone through several small worlds, would they really agree to come to Luo Zhifeng, the still perfect, immortal and godless source world?
And after reaching the Source World, they still can't use the power they had before, and even need to compete with many other traversers, surrender to their power-these traversers, are you willing?
Luo Zhifeng guessed that these "hosts" were all sent over after being infused with false memories by the main system.
And in order to ensure that the "host" sitting in the high position of the Yuan country will not give birth to any disagreement, the inhabitants of the Liang country are calculated by all means, but their own people steal the peach...The high position of the Yuan country should be carefully selected by the mud to support the wall. Stuff.
The truly capable host is pressed down to make suggestions.
As for whether it is really what Luo Zhifeng inferred...have a try. Luo Zhifeng pressed the edge of the hat, got up and put the tea cup on the low table.
Most of the people sitting around him were shirtless day laborers, or temporary passers-by. Luo Zhifeng sat with them, but people couldn't find the slightest similarity between the two.
In this kind of place, cheap lambs like Luo Zhifeng should be extremely popular, but for some reason, no matter how many people around looked at Luo Zhifeng, none of them really went up.
It seemed that there was an invisible barrier on his body that had screened out all these individuals.
The Yuan country presents a prosperous scene, but there are also invisible waves surging in the dark places of the Yuan country, brewing and preparing for unknowable conspiracies.
Ding is a very small trader in Yuan Guo, and he is not even known as a businessman. He lives and dies every day, begging behind those big traders.
When the big businessman made any noise, he followed along and learned how to do it. After so many years, he really saved a lot of money.
But the money saved was too little, and Ding Zheng felt that it was not enough-but in the past few days, he asked his contacts to know in advance.
Those big merchants in the Yuan country were going to export two kinds of goods to the nobles of the Liang country, one called "hemp piece" and the other called "four stone powder".
The first piece of hemp is said to be soaked in water with a few bites, and it will be ecstatic, as if a fairy came and stroked the top of the head.
The last four-stone sanitation is that the effect is not so good. It is an improved formula planed out from previous history and can achieve a refreshing and refreshing feeling.
Ding Zheng gritted his teeth and sneered, these two goods are so good, why don't they see the princes of the Yuan Dynasty take them! It must be something that wants to undermine Liang people.
But what does it matter to him? Ding Zheng's eyes rolled around, and he finally decided to go all out to buy the cheap four-stone powder and secretly supply the ordinary people of Liang Guo.
As soon as he made up his mind, he approached the leader to buy a batch of goods at the bottom of the box.
The goods arrived, but Ding Zheng got stuck at the moment of fake care (pass)
Guanzhao has undergone a major change in recent days. The remade Guanzhao hastily depicted everyone's face and body shape on top, which is a new thing that the nobles of Yuan Dynasty came up with.
Ding Zheng knew that Yuan Guo had a strong desire for the identity of a "foreigner", so he racked his brains to get someone to take care of someone who pretended to be related to the foreigner, but disappeared.
As a result, taking care of the outline of the figure above, it is not at all right with Ding Zheng's five-big and three-thick appearance!
Even the blind can tell the difference between the two!
Ding Zheng was so angry that he took care of him, and twisted the person who brought this thing: "Look at the head above, do you look a bit like me?!"
He was five big and thick, with a face full of flesh and blood. The man only dared to say without a promise: "Well, your requirements are really harsh. Just getting the so-called foreigners' care has already exhausted the strength of our whole body. It must be in line with your body shape... …Not really!"
"Those strange-looking foreigners are out of ghosts, and the ones who have some connections with them seem to be... slender men and women." This person said, "Why don't you find someone else? , Such as this one—"
He looked around, and just happened to see a weak scholar-like man slowly moving over.
The man dazzled his eyes, and felt that the man and the caring look were seven or eighth similar, both in the form of a pair of bones, and he was busy trying to drag the man to Ding Zheng to let him down.
"Who are you?" Ding Zheng stared at Luo Zhifeng who appeared in front of him.
Luo Zhifeng walked over slowly, and after a few steps he coughed slightly, his face was pale, and the "red plum" was blooming in the handkerchief beside him while he was choking.
"I can help you solve the problem of caring, just fake me as the person who is caring for."
Without waiting for Ding Zheng to speak, Luo Zhifeng continued to whisper softly: "I took care of the theft, and there was not much money left on my body. Not long ago, the old servant at home said that my uncle was seriously ill. How can I recover like this? Go home?
Just want to... take Ding's unsuitable care, and can help you solve the problem of the goods you want to ship, then those big businessmen will not hinder you. "
Ding Zheng was still a little puzzled at first, but when he heard the pale, unfamiliar young man's name "Ding Ye" barely squeezed out of his teeth, and the following big businessman, he snorted in his heart.
In this tone, it was clear that Ding Zheng's identity was too low, but he had to bow his head when he was in trouble at the moment. Ding Zheng's attention was paid more attention to by the expensiveness and disregard of the big merchant mentioned later.
What is the identity of a person who doesn't see the big businessmen?
-Nobleman.
With this throbbing as a premise, Ding Zheng was able to take a good look at the details of Luo Zhifeng.
Ding Zheng recalled that his voice was the unique accent of the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. He was weak and pale, but his appearance was good enough to make a girl cherish spring. The hats, robes, and the small decorations on the top that were easy to ignore also proved it. Luo Zhifeng is neither rich nor rich.
Uncle is seriously ill...?
Which one in the capital has a serious illness recently?
Ding Zheng didn't have much skill, but his news coverage was much wider than that of hawkers at his level. Otherwise, like his peers, even the last little capital would have been exploited.
Luo Zhifeng stared at him in an unhurried manner, vaguely revealing some expectations.
Ding Zheng finally narrowed his eyes-his uncle was seriously ill, could it be that it was that family? It's right, the details are right...
He couldn't help sighing at the servant who was not long-eyed who had lost such a bad boy, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes frantically, thanking the servant who did stupid things for sending this to him!
It's just a care that can't be used. Where can I get this wealth that seems to be within reach?
Ding Zheng’s Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the caring person who didn’t know when he ran away. He snorted in disgust, followed by a fierce face and he pulled out a "friendly" smile, and looked at Luo Zhifeng. .
"Okay, I believe you—"
Fearing that Luo Zhifeng would repent, he stuffed the care into his hand and said forcefully: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Just when it was time to eat, Ding Zheng was busy trying to prepare some food to set up Luo Zhifeng, this is a bright money bag.
He doesn't doubt it. First, it is not a valuable thing to take care of this thing. Second... What tricks can Luo Zhifeng be so thin and thin, coughing up blood?
Not long after Ding Zheng went out, he was stopped by a few soldiers on the road. They wore swords and looked cold and stern, as if they wanted to slash his flesh and blood: "You peddler a god, come with us. ."
Ding Zheng stammered and said, "I still have...and, gu...people want to receive."
But these adults didn't move at all, they actually put the sword on Ding Zheng's neck, and when he looked pale and terrified, he picked him up like a little chicken.
Ding Zheng was frightened, but he couldn't help but rejoice that he had given that care to him. With this kindness, that little boy would definitely come to save him?
And Ding Zhengxin's little son, Luo Zhifeng, looked at the soldiers hurriedly passing by like the enemy, and glanced at the care that fell in his hands.
"The time is just right," he said with a sip of tea.
"Are you still waiting for someone?" the hostess asked in a low voice.
"He won't come." Luo Zhifeng said so, there was no sadness or joy in his black eyes.
"Ma Pian" and "Four Stone Powder" are ancient "poison products" made up by these memory-losing hosts. Their main target should be the high level of Liang Guo. As long as these people become poisoned ·The addicts manipulated by the product, Yuan Guo can invade Liang Guo effortlessly.
But paper is impermeable, and their existence has been leaked out intentionally or unintentionally. Soon some merchants and hawkers who do underground business want to do their best and promote it among the people.
Ding was a hawker whom Luo Zhifan met by coincidence who wanted to take advantage of the business opportunity.
He is by no means one of those hosts, and his character also determines that he will definitely be fooled by Luo Zhifeng, thinking that he can continue Luo Zhifeng's "identity".
But what he didn't know was, how could the high-level Yuanguo allow these businessmen to behave in vain?
What they wanted to do was to attack Liang by surprise. If the people of Liang started to those things, how could King Liang be blinded and planted like a faint king?
Luo Zhifeng had seen the poor imitations of these things once, and its effects were fierce and fast, so it was impossible to embezzle it subtly.
This also caused Yuanguo's senior officials to immediately block the mouths of all insiders at the moment they discovered the news!
The big businessmen depend on them and they won't move, like Ding Zheng, they move without pressure and are destined to become cannon fodder.
So, is he still waiting for Luo Zhifeng as a savior? I am afraid that even the chance of knowing that I was cheated is gone.
"It's... easy to come." Luo Zhifeng stared at the caring in his hands and snorted softly.
The news of Luo Zhifeng did not come without a target. He just discovered some interesting details. Someone secretly conveyed the information that can only be known when they are at the top of Yuan Guo.
"He" shouldn't be Liang Guo's spy, but rather like... seeking help from outside, to Liang Guo, or the high-level Liang Guo whom "he" has been in contact with and familiar with.
It's like another "Liang Wang" with signs of awakening and pieced together the truth.