In the Chiyan Empire, the privileges of the nobles are almost above the law. It is even harmless for the nobles to execute a few civilians at will. However, Han Yu has repeatedly disobeyed Murong Mengli's orders, which is somewhat intriguing.
Just as Su Mu was thinking, dong dong dong...
Yang Dongqing came back trotting again.
"Why didn't it explode?" He came to the sofa, picked up the teacup and drank it all.
"I always thought that with your level of madness, you would definitely explode."
"Student Yang Dongqing, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me. I have always advocated resolving disputes through peaceful means."
"Okay! I don't have any misunderstanding about you." Yang Dongqing curled his lips and said, "Who is a peace-loving person who would fill his home with bombs?
By the way, why did the people from the Viper Gang suddenly turn into monsters? How many abilities do you have?"
Su Mu smiled without saying anything and did not explain.
Only he himself knows the real reason. In fact... there are no monsters, no machine guns, and no bombs. Everything is - [All Things in the Universe]!
Senluo means numerous and listed, while Wanxiang refers to various things and scenes in the universe. Put together, it means all phenomena and forms listed in the universe. It means everything is included.
This is the ability of [Senluo Wanxiang], in human terms it means: an illusion that controls vision!
[All Things in the World]: Can control vision and consume mental power to create all kinds of scenes in the world!
So, the transformation of the Viper Gang's brothers into monsters and the bombs and stuff were all fake, all illusions.
As for why he knew that Murong Mengli had a defensive treasure, it was very simple, because he had tried hypnosis before, but his mental power was blocked by some invisible barrier.
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The next night, uptown.
Su Mu and Yang Dongqing finally arrived at the outskirts of the Upper City District. District 13 was far away from the Upper City District, and it took them several hours to get there.
The two stood under the huge city wall, looking at the endless stream of people passing by the city gate.
The tall and majestic city wall, like a sleeping dragon, winds around the edge of the city, as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han, isolating the upper and lower urban areas from the world.
At the huge city gate, a team of armed soldiers were checking passers-by. Here, people from the lower city could not enter without a pass.
Su Mu and Yang Dongqing followed the crowd, and when they came in front of the soldier, he calmly took out the pass left by Murong Mengli. When the soldier saw the seal representing the nobility on the pass, he was shocked and quickly stood at attention and saluted.
Su Mu smiled and nodded at him, then entered the upper city area.
The moment he entered the upper town, he felt as if he had come to another world.
What meets the eye are towering skyscrapers standing like a steel jungle, with glass curtain walls reflecting colorful yet cold light. Countless neon signs flashing wildly, cutting the dark night sky into countless broken blocks of color.
Extravagant advertisements were scrolling on the huge display screen, pedestrians were dressed in bright and fashionable clothes, and the light from the neon street lamps on both sides of the road was like an ocean, flooding every street. The red, blue and purple lights intertwined to form a dreamy color vortex.
Luxurious and extravagant!
This was Su Mu's first impression of the Upper City District, but he was already accustomed to this kind of scene in his dreams. He even created a fairyland in his dreams, which was far from comparable to the Upper City District.
Compared with his calmness, Yang Dongqing was like a country bumpkin entering the city. He was in a state of stunned expression, staring at every sight without blinking. He had heard that the Upper Town was prosperous, but he had never expected it to be this prosperous.
This reminded him of District 13, where the sky was always gray, factories were everywhere, gangs were rampant, and even the streets were dilapidated.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but clench his fists, because he knew that the reason why the upper city was so prosperous was because it sucked the blood of the lower city.
As a person from the downtown area, he can feel the injustice most directly.
The two of them were strolling on the streets of Upper Town, and soon Yang Dongqing noticed something wrong: most of the pedestrians on the roadside focused their eyes on himself and Su Mu.
Passersby looked at Su Mu with amazement and awe, as if they were looking at a nobleman, but when it came to himself, they were surprised and even contemptuous.
Yang Dongqing turned his head to look at Su Mu and found that he was wearing a well-tailored expensive black suit, holding a gold-inlaid snakewood cane, walking leisurely and calmly, and every move revealed aristocratic elegance.
Looking at myself now, I was wearing a yellowed white T-shirt, ripped jeans, a pair of bulky sneakers, and walking with my feet turned outward, which made me look out of place in the upper town.
Damn!
Yang Dongqing made up his mind to buy a new set of clothes in Shangcheng District before going back.
The looks from passers-by made him unhappy, but he had no way to vent his anger and could only keep walking. Suddenly, he found a disheveled, slovenly beggar begging at the corner of a street.
"This Upper Town is not that great, aren't there beggars there too?" Yang Dongqing curled his lips in disdain.
Su Mu glanced at him with a half-smile, obviously seeing through his thoughts, and did not say anything.
Yang Dongqing was a little annoyed by Su Mu's eyes, but he was not good at speaking, so he turned around and walked towards the beggar, taking out a dollar in change from his pocket.
"The people in the upper city are so rich, yet they are still so indifferent." He muttered, targeting the quality of the people in the upper city and planning to give alms to the beggar.
When he walked up to the beggar, he threw a dollar into the other's bowl and turned to leave.
The beggar was stunned, and suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
Yang Dongqing turned around and said coldly: "You're welcome."
The beggar looked him up and down, a trace of contempt in his eyes: "From the downtown area?"
Yang Dongqing frowned: "What's wrong?"
The beggar took out a dollar from his bowl and threw it over with a look of disdain: "Go away, people from the lower city are not qualified to give me alms. No matter how poor I am, even if I beg in the upper city, I don't need alms from you people from the lower city. Who are you looking down on?"
Yang Dongqing was furious. Being despised by a beggar was something he had never experienced before. Damn, the beggars in the upper city were nobler than those in the lower city! ?
Just as he was about to argue with the beggar, a snake-grained wooden cane blocked his way.
Su Mu walked over slowly and said to the beggar, "I asked him to give alms."
Beggars are the best at judging people. When he saw Su Mu for the first time, his face suddenly changed, his expression became extremely flattering, and he kept kowtowing to thank him: "Thank you for the reward, sir! Thank you for the reward, sir!"
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