The words "stealing stars and stealing the moon" were like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.
There's something wrong with the way players look at NPCs.
They all look honest, but all the chaos in this city are caused by the NPCs who used to be honest and upright.
Even the guards can engage in looting and smashing things, so it is not impossible for good citizens to become troublemakers.
Even Lin Fuxia had to re-examine these people.
Faced with this scrutiny, these NPCs all showed pleading and helpless looks, fearing that they would be abandoned.
"We will never do anything bad."
"We are very obedient."
"Just a place to live."
"It's okay, sir. Can I let my child stay with you?"
The player felt a little uncomfortable with the pleading look.
Alas, I can only blame the NPC for being too realistic. It would be difficult for most people to remain indifferent when being begged by the old and the young.
Stealing the Stars and Moon said, "President Qian, we're leaving first."
Lin Fuxia said: "Okay, you can call me if you need help."
"good."
The two teams separated.
Lin Fuxia and his men continued walking towards the guild.
On the way, he asked Jeff's lieutenant, "Do you feel any changes, like you want to go grab something?"
The deputy general was a little embarrassed: "That's not the case."
Lin Fuxia sensed the hesitation in his tone, and listened as he continued, "I just kind of want to burn down the City Lord's Mansion."
Lin Fuxia: “…”
Okay, I know you have lost your restraint, but compared to those guards, these troops who retreated from the front line hate the City Lord's Mansion and the noble group, so they want to destroy this group of people.
So, could it be that the guards and the civilians who robbed the players' shops were jealous of the players' good business, so when things got out of control, they immediately started robbing?
Arriving at the Money Making Guild, Lin Fuxia thanked the deputy general and said, "Just send them here. Also, I'm worried that Baishan Village and the other three villages might be targeted. I hope you can protect them."
"That's for sure."
As they were talking, the people in the guild also delivered the things that Lin Fuxia wanted.
Just now on the road, Lin Fuxia had asked people to prepare. At this time, he took out hundreds of supply packs and piled them into a cart. Lin Fuxia said to the deputy general: "Thank you for escorting us. This is a little gift from your heart. There are medicines, some dry food and sesame cakes. I hope you don't mind."
The deputy general wanted to refuse, but when he heard about the sesame cakes, he thought of the sesame cakes he had eaten with Jeff yesterday, and he felt his saliva was secreting rapidly. He couldn't say no.
Oh, what a loser.
However, he had a better impression of Lin Fuxia, so he happily accepted the supply packs and took his men away.
Lin Fuxia watched them leave, then looked at the NPCs who followed them back.
Although these people looked pitiful, she certainly valued her own guild members more than she sympathized with them.
Therefore, she said that only NPCs who are members of the guild and their immediate family members can enter the guild. For those without immediate family members, the conditions can be relaxed appropriately to allow collateral relatives to enter, but there are only two places available.
As for the others, sorry, they can't come in.
However, because they got so many devil peppers and processed them in the guild, the spiciness was too terrible, so they built a warehouse downwind outside the guild. It has been built but has not yet been put into use.
Although the warehouse was outside the guild, it was only about a hundred meters away from the guild.
So if the rest of you don’t mind, you can live there temporarily.
If you don't want to live, there's nothing I can do.
Although these NPCs were disappointed, they had no choice but to accept this arrangement.
At least this area is full of players' guilds, far away from the city and NPCs. It can be said to be the safest and peaceful place in the entire city.
Living here is better than living in the city.
Someone was asked to take these people to resettle them. Lin Fuxia looked at the management panel again and found that all the members in the city had returned to the guild.
There were some members outside the city who failed to return, but they were also very smart and went directly through the portal to rescue the dragon.
Once they die there, they can automatically return to their birth point in the city, saving them the trouble of running around.
For the next few hours, faint shouting and fighting could be heard throughout the city of Andif, with fires breaking out here and there.
It's mainly NPCs who cause trouble, but there are also players who get involved, taking advantage of the situation to make money or seek revenge.
Anyway, it's quite messy.
A few hours later, it was still dark, but people were probably tired of making noise, and the city gradually calmed down.
Lin Fuxia waited until the chaos in the city returned to normal and made sure that everything was in order in the guild before clicking on the portal to participate in the mission of rescuing the dragon.
With the familiar feeling of being teleported, the next moment, she found herself in a wasteland.
It was also dark all around. She observed for a long time before she realized that the mountains in the distance should be the Shinki Mountains.
So we are still on the front line here.
What about dragons?
She looked at the forum and saw that everyone would appear in a slightly different location after passing through the portal, but they would never be particularly far from the dragon.
Someone also posted the coordinates of the dragon's location.
She walked towards the coordinates, and as she walked, she saw many people lying on the ground.
She walked over quickly and shone the lighting props.
He is an NPC, and judging by his clothes, he should be one of the nobles.
Most people wouldn't dress so fancy or wear such brightly colored clothes. The decorations on their clothes are either diamonds or gems, or gold chains or something like that.
She grabbed one who was still awake: "What happened here?"
"The dragon, the dragon is coming!"
"Where is it now?"
The man pointed in a direction with difficulty.
Lin Fuxia left the man behind and ran in that direction.
The closer you get, the more you can see people appearing out of thin air. They are all players who came through the portal.
Everyone moved forward together, and soon they saw a live version of the dragon slaying.
In the vast wilderness, countless magicians simultaneously attacked the giant dragon in the sky, and the sky was illuminated with all kinds of colors.
In the midst of all the colors, a giant black dragon was tightly bound and struggling violently.
The giant dragon roared and spewed out black mist from time to time, heading straight for the magicians below.
Those magicians were surrounded by guards. They would send out magic light shields to block the dragon's attacks, but there would always be one or two times out of ten when they couldn't stop it. Then there would be wailing, and those who were hit would either be injured and leave, or die on the spot.
At this time, the guards were not only attacked by the dragon, but also had to endure the siege of thousands of players.
Yes, players appeared from all directions, fearlessly rushing forward to fight with the guards, and the battle was very fierce.
With the player's ability, if he cannot save the dragon, then he will naturally try to save Zhao by attacking Wei.
Players kept disappearing into white light, but more players appeared.
As long as there is no worry about death, the players' bravery is absolutely unmatched. Like wave after wave, they crash heavily into the guards, making them unable to cope with the situation and in a panic.
Lin Fuxia lay behind the rock and observed for a while, and the players who came with her were like seeing an organization. Many of them didn't even stop and rushed forward, roaring.
Then a lot of them were sent before they arrived.
A beam of magic light instantly turned the people in the front row into ashes.
An NPC appeared, holding a sword. He was tall, with red hair tangled like a bird's nest. He roared in a violent voice, "Damn it, are these aliens crazy? They keep coming back, and there's no way they can be killed!"
As he spoke, he disappeared from the spot he was at, and then appeared in another place. He slashed out with his sword, and another group of players were killed instantly.
His combat power was very strong, but the player simply couldn't kill them all, and gradually, this person's sword swings became less fast and powerful.
What a joke. With hundreds of millions of players, even if 10,000 people come per minute, it will take a week to finish the rounds.
Do you understand what this means? Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant.
However, as the larger one among the ants, Lin Fuxia was still cautious. After all, she only had one chance and she wanted to live longer.
She observed for a while and saw that players were constantly being killed, and NPCs were also being killed by players. This was a battlefield where people were killing each other blindly, and there was no possibility of either side showing mercy to the other.
Even the giant dragon that was said to be the ancestor god was causing NPCs to die continuously under the black mist it spewed out.
Lin Fuxia never killed NPCs before, but after knowing that they were real living people, not only did he not kill them himself, he also repeatedly instructed the guild members not to kill or injure NPCs.
On the one hand, we don't want to commit unnecessary killings, and on the other hand, we want to prevent players from finding out that NPCs are all living people and leaving psychological trauma.
Secondly, he didn't want to cause trouble. Who knew what kind of criminal record he would have if he killed locals on someone else's territory? Especially since these people were protected by a certain group of gods, what if he angered the ancestral god?
But in this situation, these concerns can obviously be discarded.
Because this is a matter of life and death, a fight to the death. Don’t you see that the ancestor god is also killing people?
She stared at the red-haired man for a while. During this time, hundreds of players had died at his hands.
He is like a solid barrier. With him around, players will die halfway without being able to play any role.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry if you want to be a roadblock."
She went into stealth mode, crept over quietly, went around to the back, and stabbed him in the back!
when!
The opponent reacted quickly, swung his sword and blocked Lin Fuxia's dagger.
Lin Fuxia's eyes lit up. This was the first time someone was able to directly block his backstab.
The other party snorted coldly, and the magical light on the sword lit up, so bright that people could not open their eyes, and an arc of fire slashed towards Lin Fuxia.
Lin Fuxia immediately held the dagger in reverse and crossed his arms in front of him.
Assassin's basic skill: Block.
This block can mainly block physical attacks, but it can also block magical attacks, but the probability is relatively low.
But Lin Fuxia's operation was extremely skillful and his posture was perfect, so he blocked the magic attack.
Then she flashed away.
displacement.
bayonet fighting.
Red hair blocked again.
Lin Fuxia moved again and launched a sneak attack.
Her movement was so fast that it left afterimages, as if there were three of her attacking the red-haired man from all directions at the same time.
The red-head was so angry that he screamed, forcing him to stab his sword into the ground. A shield emerged from the sword and wrapped him up completely.
Now any sneak attack from Lin Fuxia was ineffective against him.
The red-haired man stood in the light shield and sneered at the sky: "Come on! Come again!"
Lin Fuxia appeared in front of him and smiled slightly.
The red-haired man's arrogant expression froze. For some reason, he felt a chill. Before he could do anything, he was drowned by the overwhelming magical light.
It was other players who took action.
Seeing an NPC being tripped by a player, the surrounding players felt that the opportunity had come and immediately ambushed him.
As a player, I have always been a bit of a shrew. Stealing monsters and the like is commonplace. Now that there is such a good opportunity, how can I not launch a sneak attack?
Seeing that the red-haired man was standing still, I didn't care whether he had a shield or not, so I just used my ultimate to attack him!
So under the concentrated fire of dozens of people, the red-haired man's shield shattered in less than three seconds. The shield shattered, and the sword also shattered. A few seconds later, he was completely blown to ashes amidst his unwilling and crazy roars.
The players burst into cheers. This roadblock was at the top of the list of difficult NPCs on the forum. Thousands of players had died at his hands. He was simply an automatic meat grinder, and now they had finally taken him down!
"Brothers, it's a good start! Even if we die, we'll get our money back! Go!"
The players roared and rushed towards the battlefield like a group of happy monkeys.
But in their eyes, these NPCs are not much different from wild monsters. The powerful ones are at most elite monsters or wild monster bosses.
They had no awareness that they had killed anyone.
Lin Fuxia glanced at the hilt of the only sword left on the ground, the gem on it was still shining.
She didn't stop and ran towards the battlefield.
…
The weather was clear and sunny. Lin Fuxia opened his eyes from the bed and saw the bright spring light outside the window. He was a little stunned for a moment.
It was probably because the game had been dim or even dark these days, and she had become accustomed to fighting in that kind of environment. She was a little uncomfortable when she suddenly returned to such a bright environment.
She rubbed her eyes and jumped out of bed.
Ah Fu was outside making soup and turned around to say, "Master, good afternoon."
Lin Fuxia: "Good afternoon, what are you having for lunch? It smells delicious."
“Seafood soup.”
Lin Fuxia looked at the pot. The seafood inside were all caught by Ah Fu from the beach. They were very fresh and the aroma made people's mouths water.
But Ah Fu continued, "Over 70% of the seafood caught had excessive radiation levels and has been discarded. What's in the pot is safe, so please enjoy it."
Lin Fuxia paused.
"Radiation exceeds the limit? More than 70%?"
"Yes, according to Ah Fu's analysis, more and more seafood is being exposed to excessive radiation. It's possible that in a while, there won't be any safe seafood left to eat."
Lin Fuxia frowned, sighed, and looked at the distant coastline: "This world is really getting worse and worse."
This virtual world is gradually heading towards destruction, but the game world is also in a mess.
It's been several days, and the [Rescue the Dragon] event hasn't ended yet.
I don’t know whether to say that the dragon’s endurance is strong enough, or that the magicians who deal with the dragon are patient enough and there are enough of them.
Anyway, in the past few days, those magicians have been annoyed by the harassment of players. The battle front has moved thousands of miles from west to east, and many magicians have been killed by players.
But they still did not stop, as if as soon as they stopped, the dragon that had not been killed would turn around and kill them all.
The dragon refused to surrender and the magician refused to stop, so the stalemate would not end for a while.
Until now, the sky in the game is still dark.
Lin Fuxia is still staying on the front line, launching sneak attacks on NPCs every day. He has escaped death several times, but he just can't die. He hopes to do more things.
But even though she assassinated many magicians, it didn't seem to be of much help to the overall situation.
She even considered dying and returning to Andif City.
After all, every city is in chaos now, and even the monsters outside the city have begun to hit the city walls. No one is left to defend the city, and next someone might attack the guild.
In general, the game world looks like it's about to end, so things like opening cities and upgrading levels are forced to be put on hold.
Lin Fuxia was very upset, more upset and anxious than anyone else.
She lost her appetite for a moment, put down the spoon that was about to taste the seafood soup, and said, "Forget it, cut up the fruit for me to eat, so I can eat something lighter."
After all, we kill people every day, so it’s better to eat light food.
Ah Fu obediently went to cut the fruit. Lin Fuxia turned on the light computer and opened the latest live video of the dragon slaying circulating on the Internet. He put it aside and glanced at it from time to time to make sure he didn't miss any important information.
This editor named Wang Xiaoshuai became famous for reposting first-hand information about various games. Now no one knows how he always manages to get the latest live dragon-slaying videos.
Basically, they are from the first 5 or 10 minutes, which is very fresh, so that people who are not in the game can also know the situation on the scene first.
She took another laptop and watched a live broadcast.
Live broadcast of Duke Qiao Song’s wedding anniversary celebration.
Of course, the ceremony has not started yet and will not start until tomorrow. Now the final preparations are being made in the small town of Xinze.
The host walked around the town, showing the audience the preparations being made everywhere. For example, the auditorium had been decorated, the Duke Qiao Song's former residence was ready to welcome tourists, and the Duke and his wife's tomb was filled with flowers.
Especially the latter two, they are open to the public at this time every year, and the number of visitors is limited to avoid damaging cultural relics or disturbing the dead.
It is said that the people who manage the town of Xinze today and hold the annual ceremony are all descendants of Duke Qiao Song.
Lin Fuxia was quite interested. He wondered if the descendant of Duke Qiao Song would call the real Qiao Song "ancestor" if he met him one day.
Ah Fu brought over the cut fruit. Lin Fuxia picked up a piece with a fork and put it into her mouth, feeling the fruit flesh bursting in her mouth. The sweet and cool juice instantly cured her fatigue from the game.
She said, "Afu, get ready. We'll be leaving for Xinze Town soon. We'll arrive in the evening and be able to enter the town tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Master."
…
The next day, Lin Fuxia calculated the time and quit the game in the morning.
It's also a good day today, and the sun is very dazzling early in the morning.
She got out of the car and put her hands in front of her eyes: "The sun is so bright."
Ah Fu held an umbrella for her: "Yes. The weather is always this good on the day of the grand ceremony every year."
Lin Fuxia raised an eyebrow: "Is it like this every year?"
"According to the records, that's the case."
Spring can be a rainy season, and the area where Xinze Town is located has even more rain. However, every year on the grand ceremony day, it is sunny and bright. She doesn't believe that there is no intervention.
She looked at the small town on the distant mountain: "Is that Xinze Town?"
"Yes."
She squinted her eyes and could see a huge red windmill standing on the top of the hill in the distance, and the faint sound of drums could be heard.
"Shouldn't the ceremony begin?"
"It starts at nine in the morning, and in half an hour, New Ze Town will open."
Lin Fuxia: "Then wait a little longer."
Various vehicles are parked on both sides of the road leading into the town. These tourists are all here to attend the ceremony. They come from all over the world and speak with different accents. They hold up their laptops to take photos and broadcast live. There are also many media people holding various professional equipment.
I don’t know if it was Lin Fuxia’s previous game post “promoting” this grand ceremony that played a role in attracting traffic, but there seemed to be quite a few players among the tourists who came today.
This can be seen from the fact that they are holding helmets and talking about things in the game.
Mainly complaining that the game is still dark to this day.
"Now we are all forced to stay in the city and dare not go out. The monsters outside are in chaos. Many high-level monsters have appeared in low-level maps. There are also monsters attacking the city gates. It's so brutal."
"There are no supplies in the city. Many people can't even afford to eat. I'm almost out of food. I never thought that food shortages could happen in a game."
"Those NPCs are about to have their brains beaten out for a bite of food. Do you think it has to be this realistic?"
"I have a friend who's not so bad. He works in a shop and gets paid every day, so at least he can fill his stomach. But for an unorganized retail trader like me, it's really tough."
"You didn't go on the dragon quest?"
"I went, but I died the same day. I was just there for fun. Now I'm bored, really bored. Every day when I go online, the only entertainment is watching NPCs fight. It makes me not want to go online anymore. So, I happened to have some free time, so I decided to come to this grand ceremony. After all, someone had promoted it on the forum."
The mumbling and complaining never stopped.
Lin Fuxia walked slowly along the grass beside the road, listening to the tourists' conversations, but there was no useful information, and she did not see the crazy Wen she was looking for.
Ah Fu walked beside her, scanning every face with his mechanical eyes.
Half an hour later, a notice came from the front that Xinze Town was open. Tourists were required to enter on foot in order, while vehicles had to stay outside.
Everybody got off and walked towards the town.
Entering from the entrance of the town, you will first see two rows of big trees, like soldiers standing guard, lined up to welcome tourists.
Passing through these two rows of big trees, a huge lake comes into view.
There are many trees planted by the lake, and the shade of the trees is definitely a good place to cool off in the summer.
Lin Fuxia narrowed his eyes. This place was very similar to the garden behind the secret base where the project team was located.
The scenes and scenery of the project team flashed through her mind one after another. As she walked, she could already guess what was ahead.
Of course, not all of them are guessed correctly, after all, some things are still different.
For example, the venue here is larger, with a large auditorium and other things that the project team doesn't have.
But when we got to the former residence, it felt a bit like a leisure and entertainment room for the project team.
Lin Fuxia followed a group of tourists into the former residence, where items full of age were placed: dining tables and chairs, teapots, a complete set of tableware, a dressing table, cosmetic boxes, clothes worn by the Duke and his wife, and yellowed letters written by the Duke himself...
Lin Fuxia looked carefully at the words on the book, but couldn't make out anything.
Then she saw Duke Josson's self-portrait.
She had seen pictures of Duke Qiao Song on the Internet. He looked exactly like the deputy team leader of the project team except for his hair and beard.
But seeing this life-size self-portrait at this moment, the impact is as if you are seeing the real person, which makes you shudder all over.
But this feeling was really strange. It was the first time that she realized so vividly and clearly that everything here was fake. It was like walking in a huge lie. It was terrifying to think about it, and she felt a chill on her back for no reason.
Tourists nearby exclaimed, "This is so well drawn, it looks like a 1:1 print. Especially the eyes, they look so lifelike!"
Lin Fuxia looked up at the portrait's eyes and quickly looked away.
He is indeed very lively, so lively that it makes people feel a little uncomfortable. He is clearly in the painting, but it seems like a person standing outside the painting, watching everything happening in the painting in a joking manner.
Lin Fuxia walked away from the painting calmly.
I looked up and saw a camera on top.
There are cameras everywhere in this small town.
Lin Fuxia had a strong feeling that he was being watched.
This feeling is different from the feeling of knowing that the Empire's main brain is collecting various information about the world through cameras. This feeling is more direct, more uncomfortable, and more unpleasant.
She couldn't help but think of a possibility, that World A could directly see the situation in Xinze Town through these cameras.
The project team is unlikely to do this. There is no need for them to waste their energy observing what happens in such an almost isolated town. But what if Qiao Song himself wants to see how future generations will remember and admire him, so he deliberately left such a backdoor?
As a deputy team leader, he is capable of doing so.
One day outside is one year here, which means he can watch the ceremony commemorating him every day.
Lin Fuxia lowered his head and walked away from the camera with an expressionless face. He came outside the former residence and stood in the sun, only then did he feel a little more comfortable.
She touched her face and thought that her disguise was very thick today, so there should be no problem.
Then she felt a surge of irritation in her heart. On the left was a real world that was watching her all the time, while on the right was a real world that was in chaos.
Neither left nor right, no way forward nor backward, she was stuck in the middle, helpless.
Or why not just make the immigration issue public so that everyone can worry about it and find a solution together.
She stood at the door for a while, and Ah Fu stood beside her and suddenly whispered, "Master."
Lin Fuxia looked up, what happened?
Then she saw several people walking towards her. If the one walking in the middle wasn’t Crazy Wen, then who else could it be?
Even though he was disguised and wore a pair of big, silly sunglasses, his decent temperament could not be concealed, and his walking posture could not be changed.
Because he was wearing sunglasses, I couldn't see his expression, but the way his lips were pursed showed that he was not in a good mood.
"What truth in the world? There's nothing at all! Damn this woman, she doesn't tell a single word of truth!"
"Go in and take a good look at it. Find out anything that's out of place or has problems!"
Lin Fuxia watched the group of people walk into the former residence in a menacing manner, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
A rough idea of where the camera leads to.
Wen Qi led his men around the former residence, staring at the exhibits inside as if he was looking for a criminal, which made the other tourists a little scared and kept their distance from them.
At this moment, one person suddenly felt something extra in his pocket.
He came out and saw the words clearly. His face changed and he handed it to Wen Ke, who was standing by with a stern face as the supervisor.
"Sir, I don't know who put this note in my pocket."
Wen Qi narrowed his eyes. The people he brought with him were all his trusted aides and top bodyguards, but they didn't even notice when someone stuffed a note into their pockets?
But think about Lin Fuxia's glorious record of defeating all his men... Well, this is something that woman can do.
He immediately looked around, but couldn't find Lin Fuxia at all, and didn't even see any suspicious ones.
"Playing tricks!"
Wen Qi snorted coldly, but his hand honestly unfolded the note and read it.
There was only one line of words on it: If you want to know the truth about **, curse the Duke in the most vicious and unbearable words facing his portrait.
Wen Qi's pupils shrank.
What do these two ** mean? Does it mean that the author wants to write the truth about the world, but erases the word "world"?
Why? What are you worried about that makes you dare not write it down directly?
He looked at his confidants and lowered his voice: "Who among you is good at cursing?"
Confidants: ???
They looked at each other, wondering why they suddenly asked this?
But if you ask them to hit someone, they are all very good at it, but if you ask them to curse...
When I think about it, my mind goes blank.
Wen Qi frowned in disgust, calling them a bunch of useless people.
Then he saw the other tourists and a plan came to him.
He doesn't curse, but with so many tourists, how can you not find a few who know how to curse?
Soon, several elderly men and women and a young couple came in with great vigor and confidence.
They were approached and asked if they knew how to curse, and were offered 10,000 yuan for each curse.
Although cursing people here, and cursing the ancestors of the host’s family, may not seem very nice, but it costs ten thousand yuan for each sentence!
This is really too much!
They can curse for three hours without repeating themselves.
So, they rushed to the life-size self-portrait in the former residence. An old lady was the fastest and got the upper hand. She put one hand on her waist and pointed at the man in the painting with the other: "You old bastard, you've been dead for eight hundred years and you still hold these ridiculous ceremonies every year. You have a lousy face and you still brag about being the most handsome man. Find a toilet and wash the pockmarks off your face before you talk!"
The people in the former residence looked over in shock. They were all dumbfounded. Who was this person and why did he speak like that?
Are you crazy? Didn’t you see the sign saying “Please don’t make noise”?
Someone was about to step forward to dissuade her, but the old lady's mouth was like a machine gun, firing rapidly, sweeping across the painting from all angles, scolding the person in the painting from head to toe, and denigrating him to the point of being worthless.
The aunt cursed for several minutes, and after taking a breath, she continued to curse. The uncle pushed her away, stared at his self-portrait and cursed him for being shameless. He brought up the unofficial history books that said Duke Qiao Song had ambiguous relationships with some male nobles. He quoted from classics and made a very convincing argument, calling Duke Qiao Song a slut, as if the person he seduced was his own son.
That vicious look makes people feel uncomfortable.
After the old man, the young couple was not willing to be outdone. They went up to him and started to curse him in a sarcastic way, without using any dirty words, and they kept on talking, which was so infuriating that it was enough to make him die.
Lin Fuxia was standing in a corner where the camera couldn't see, and his brows raised little by little as he listened.
If Qiao Song himself were sitting in front of the screen and could hold back after hearing these words, she would admire him.
She looked at the cameras inside and outside, half expecting what would happen next.
If nothing happened, then she guessed wrong, or Qiao Song just wasn't paying attention. If something happened...
At this moment, someone in front of the screen actually spat out the tea in their mouth, slamming the table in anger, their eyes red with rage: "A bunch of ants, a bunch of data, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
In the former residence.
The camera started flashing red, issuing a warning, and then the town staff came in and asked the person who was swearing to leave in a firm tone.
But Wen Kan was not a pushover either, and he brought his men to stop them directly.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and those who were cursing were talking back and forth in the chaos, trying to make money every second.
Like other affected tourists, Lin Fuxia escaped from the former residence and looked around. So far, everything seemed natural and reasonable.
But the chaos inside did not stop. Wen Kari was a bit crazy and could not stand being scolded, so he immediately started fighting with others.
Seeing that everything in the former residence was smashed, the alarm sounded more and more shrill, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the sky.
The sky, which was bright just now, suddenly became gloomy, and a storm was about to come, as if God was angry.
Sure enough, someone shouted, "Ah! It's thundering! It's going to rain, and God is angry! Stop cursing and hitting! Duke Qiao Song is a hero, how dare you!"
One person said so, then two or three people said so, and then more and more people said so.
As if encouraged, lightning struck the sky one after another, and wind blew up from the ground, as if trying to blow away all the people who displeased them.
Lin Fuxia looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes were very cold.
How could the real climate change so quickly and so timely?
The deputy team leader is really watching here in front of the screen, right?
Are you mad? You've lost all reason. Can you really control the weather like this?
Anyone who is not too stupid or superstitious will feel that something is wrong, right?
Sure enough, Wen Kari rushed out and looked at the sky in shock.
He's crazy, but he's not stupid. Why is there thunder on a perfectly clear day? It's not the right season for this!
Thinking that the truth of the world lies here, and thinking about the note asking him to curse the Duke...
He realized something and pointed directly at the sky: "Go ahead and chop it! Chop it again! Duke Qiao Song, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes! If there weren't so few capable people in that era, would he have had a chance to step forward?"
Boom, another bolt of lightning struck down and almost hit Wen Qian. If his confidant had not pulled him up urgently, he might have died.
Wen Qian was pulled aside and closely guarded by his confidants. He was completely stunned, staring at the sky.
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