Chapter 1484: Who's there? (Part 2) [Requesting monthly votes]
"The Central Allied Forces, the Central Allied Forces, the Central Alliance Forces have betrayed us! The largest force in the Central Continent, the Central Allied Forces, have betrayed us! That bastard, that bastard Alliance Leader Zhao, he's a treacherous traitor, he's a treacherous traitor, he slaughtered three of our allies and then ran away in a sorry state! We have no choice but to take up big-character posters and settle our score!"
Bizarre content is emanating from countless trumpet-shaped mushrooms.
"You bastard, Alliance Leader Zhao, you're not even human!"
"Betrayal, betrayal, slaughtering allies, slaughtering allies, the Five Clans and Seven Kingdoms are all liars!"
Then came countless wailing sounds like vengeful ghosts.
If you listen carefully, you can also hear the crackling sound of flames burning.
The sounds of collapsing structures, explosions, and howling winds mingled together, accompanied by countless cries for help and shrill screams. Just by listening to the sounds, one could imagine the terrifying sea of fire. Then came the screams of countless soldiers, interspersed with angry questions from enemy generals.
Wu You revealed all the details of the Allied betrayal that he knew. Regardless of how explosive the content was, the sheer number of tens of thousands of sounds rising and falling was enough to make anyone lose their composure. They didn't know the sounds were coming from mushrooms; they only knew the source was all around them. The sounds were eerie and terrifyingly numerous, as if tens of thousands of invisible enemies lurking nearby were speaking in unison.
Isn't this just like a ghost in broad daylight?
That's bad enough, but there's also this...
After recovering from their initial shock, most of the lower-ranking soldiers listened to the announcements broadcast repeatedly over the loudspeaker. Their expressions shifted from fear, fright, confusion, helplessness, and shock to utter disarray.
Their reaction wasn't even among the biggest.
The middle layer actually reacted the most.
Ordinary soldiers were mostly private retainers, and those at the bottom were cooks and servants who accompanied the army. They didn't understand intrigue or scheming; they only knew to follow the superiors who brought them out. They would go wherever they were told to go, and who they killed or who killed them was not something they could decide.
The middle level is different.
Most of them either came from privileged backgrounds or possessed some talent, enough to avoid becoming the most consumed resources on the battlefield, but they were also unqualified to attend decent meetings, let alone participate in strategy formulation. Most of the time, they were only responsible for relaying orders from above and carrying them out.
It's somewhat clear, but not quite clear.
A little confused, but not completely confused.
Stuck in the middle, neither up nor down.
"...Are these voices telling the truth?" The voices repeated themselves, loud enough to drown out the shouts and suppression. They didn't understand any ancient disease or its purpose, but they understood that their leader had ordered several of them to betray their allies, and they knew that the troops ordered to act last night had been betrayed. If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold; who knew if it wouldn't be their turn?
Compared to General Wang, how much value do I have?
And what about those ancient diseases?
It is said that this substance is more lethal than smallpox or typhoid fever!
It would have been one thing if the Allied forces had simply infected nearby civilians with the disease and then released them into the Kangguo camp, but instead, they chose to target their own people. Wounded and sick soldiers on the battlefield were abandoned, becoming hosts for the disease, thus saving the Allied forces money on medicine.
Such behavior is truly disheartening!
The ancient disease was part of the Central Branch's collection. When the Allied forces made this decision, all those present were key members of the Central Branch; those from families with slightly lower influence were not qualified to know. They only knew to follow orders, unaware of the inner workings.
The truth has finally come to light.
Being surrounded by loud noise for a long time can be irritating, and when the content of the noise is so shocking, it can cause people to become restless.
Some people don't believe the content about the trumpet mushroom.
"These fallacies and misleading rumors should not be easily believed."
It's all too common for warring parties to deliberately spread rumors in an attempt to undermine morale through public opinion. These are all underhanded schemes by the Kang Kingdom's forces, deliberately designed to smear the Allied high command! If they believe them, they've fallen for the Kang Kingdom traitors' trap!
"That's a really low tactic!"
Running away after causing trouble, leaving behind a mess, is even worse.
Of course, this is a critique from the Allied perspective; from Kangguo's perspective, it's incredibly satisfying. Is this tactic inferior? Wuyou doesn't think so at all. On the contrary, he thinks his tactic is brilliant and quick-witted: "Ha, I should have done this sooner."
Wu You, as the embodiment of literary spirit, is not afraid of death.
It had only dispersed once yesterday, and to have it dispersed again so soon... well, the main body could barely handle it, but Yuanliang wouldn't. The main body cherishes Qishan like a precious gem, so even if she causes a ruckus, she'll restrain herself a bit. Wuyou knows when to stop.
They called out to Ji Moqiu and ran away.
A fuzzy vine suddenly grew at our feet.
Starting at zero frames, it instantly launches a person hundreds of feet into the air.
Wu You felt the explosive sound of the wind whistling past her ears. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ji Mo Qiu following closely behind. She spun in mid-air, grinned at the two approaching beams of light below, and with a wave of her hand, a phantom image of herself in a tight-fitting outfit, dozens of feet tall, appeared behind her. Along with this movement, a longbow materialized in the phantom's palm, using clouds as the bow and wind as the arrows: "Here's your big gift—break!"
The two pursuers thought they were the ones being chased.
At the same time, he turned in mid-air to avoid the arrows.
Little did they know that the arrow was aimed at the hairy vines.
A loud bang—
The vine, which had swelled to the size of seven or eight strong men in an instant, was blasted apart, the explosion accompanied by flames that spread from the broken ends upwards and downwards. As the flames passed, the fuzzy surface of the vine burst open like dandelions, falling in a flurry. Each one was a trumpet-shaped mushroom.
Hundreds upon hundreds of millions of mushroom trumpet-shaped projectiles simultaneously emitted a cacophony in the air: "Central Allied Forces, Central Allied Forces, the Central Alliance Forces have betrayed us... They slaughtered three of our allies and fled in disarray! We have no way to stop them..."
Looking down at the camp almost completely engulfed by the trumpet-shaped mushrooms, Wu You, ignoring the enemy still chasing after him, laughed so hard he almost wanted to slap his thigh and stomp his feet: "Hahaha, Shao Bai, Shao Bai, did you see that? It's so funny!"
Even if the morale of the Allied forces in the Central Region doesn't waver, they'll be driven crazy by the noise.
One trumpet-shaped mushroom is noisy enough, but so many...
I dare not think about it, I absolutely dare not think about it.
Ji Moqiu didn't respond immediately, but instead used divine magic to help Wu You escape as quickly as possible. The two pursuers were quite strong, at least stronger than Gongyang Yongye from back then, and had a speed advantage, making it difficult to shake them off. However, he and Wu You were determined to run, and their pursuers couldn't stop them. The world was vast, allowing them to fly freely in all directions, and the enemy couldn't predict their retreat route, making them a step slower.
One step behind leads to another.
After holding out for over a hundred breaths, the two enemy soldiers had no choice but to grit their teeth and give up.
Wu You stopped in a dense forest halfway through the journey, leaning against the treetops and laughing heartily. He waved his hand repeatedly at Ji Moqiu, saying something that would infuriate the Central Allied Forces: "Shao Bai, stop for a moment, let me finish laughing first, otherwise you'll get a stitch in your side if you laugh while running."
Jimo Qiu Chengfeng stood not far away.
After a long while, Wuyou rubbed his stomach, indicating that he was almost done.
But then, thinking about the sheer number of trumpet-shaped mushrooms, he couldn't help but chuckle: "I didn't expect you to still remember this thing..."
Wu You paused for a moment as he spoke.
Several blurry scenes flashed rapidly through my mind.
These memories are clearly not from this lifetime.
Just as Wu You and the original body were stunned, Ji Moqiu said, "Cough cough cough, after all, it is a formula that His Highness taught us before."
As soon as I finished speaking, the image in my mind became clear.
Wu You countered, "Is it really that noisy?"
According to that fragment of memory, these trumpet-shaped mushrooms were indeed created by "itself," but the initial intention wasn't to play a prank. It was purely because "itself" didn't have a mouth and couldn't communicate smoothly with the outside world. The initial intention was for communication, but later it was for laziness. In places full of these trumpet-shaped mushrooms, "itself's" voice could be heard, saving it the trouble of running back and forth.
After that, it was no longer needed.
Later, the refining recipe became one of the high priest's teaching materials.
It's a small gadget with little power, but it's great for causing mischief.
Clearly, there have been further improvements on Jimo Qiu's side. Not only has the number of trumpet mushrooms skyrocketed, but the sound also emits a crackling electrical current, making it noisy, shrill, and jarring. Even a few of them speaking at the same time is unbearable, let alone so many. Wu You just wants to gouge his ears out just thinking about it.
Ji Moqiu said, "They've been raised incorrectly."
He explained earnestly, trying to prove that he was not mischievous or naughty.
"The feed here is not of very pure quality."
Ji Moqiu's words were somewhat euphemistic. It wasn't just impure; the air was mixed with polluted air from animals that hadn't fully evolved. To put it bluntly, the radiation levels were excessive, which would have been lethal before a major catastrophe. The species that have survived to this day are all survivors of natural selection. They've adapted to harsh environments, and whether they're animals or plants, their radiation levels are off the charts.
The creatures fed with these things...
In other words, the Gu worms are very durable.
It only had a few electrical noises, and the sound was sharp. Not only did it not die, but it was also able to absorb his divine power and sprout and multiply rapidly, which was already quite remarkable. The problem lay with the feed, not with him.
Wu You smiled and waved his hand.
Has Jimo Qiu been raised incorrectly?
No, everything is just right. Noise should have the power of noise. The horn mushroom's built-in electrical noise is fantastic; it's a stroke of genius. Wu You stood among the dense canopy, observing the young high priest, whose robes were billowing in the breeze and gently supported by the clouds. He saw that the priest's eyes were filled with amorous mist: "I didn't blame you. The way you look at me makes it seem like I've bullied you."
Ji Moqiu waved his hand, dispersing the wind and clouds, like a feather landing on a treetop: "Serving you with beauty, I naturally want you to be happy and content."
What Your Highness likes to see is what you will see.
Although physical appearance is merely an illusion attached to bones, a pleasing and attractive appearance can bring comfort and satisfaction, even for saints, let alone ordinary people. Even those who are obsessed with appearances should be open and honest in liking what is beautiful.
Who in their right mind would like someone ugly?
Wu You awkwardly looked away.
He muttered to himself, "Don't talk nonsense. The High Priest is slandering me, a blatant defamation! When have I ever judged someone by their appearance?"
Myself: "???"
Shen Tang inexplicably felt that something was off about their conversation.
What was even more strange was that Ji Moqiu deliberately brought his face close to Wu You's palm, and when he closed his eyes, the sensation of his long, thick eyelashes brushing against Wu You's palm was also clearly felt by Shen Tang. She blinked rapidly, staring at her own palm in shock, realizing for the first time that her palm could be ticklish. Wu You, on the other hand, wasn't afraid. Not only was it unfazed, it pressed its warm palm slightly down against Ji Moqiu's eyelids. Shen Tang was momentarily stunned, a thought inexplicably popping into her mind.
Beneath those thin eyelids are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.
Compared to any tribute she had ever seen, the black-purple pearls offered by a small country in a certain year were more lustrous and beautiful, with a purer color and texture. They were so beautiful that she wanted to cut them off and keep them as a treasure. The eyelids under her palms were warm, and the breath flowing beneath her high, straight nose was also warm.
Wu Youdao said, "It's a living thing."
Neither hot nor cold, it is the body temperature unique to living things.
Like a long-lost friend, this warmth was truly captivating to her. Wu You bent down closer, the color of her clear almond-shaped eyes deepening little by little. She tilted her head slightly and whispered in Ji Moqiu's ear, her voice like a bewitching ghost: "If I were to cut it off, would you offer it to me with both hands?"
Ji Moqiu: "I'm afraid this body I'm being used to is not suitable."
The real Shen Tang was so shocked that she dropped her spoon. Her avatar was a part of her, so how could she, the person in question, not know that she was mentally unstable? Suddenly, she had a yandere outburst: "No, are you sick?"
If you're sick, go take your medicine!
"Or are you both sick???"
If Ji Moqiu hadn't just performed a meritorious service, and Shen Tang couldn't just leave him alone in the wilderness, she would have forcibly taken back her avatar, Wuyou. Wuyou had genuinely considered gouging out his eyes! Wasn't Ji Moqiu's attitude a little too submissive? Was he also sick?
Hearing the inner cry of the true self, Wu You chuckled.
She slightly removed her hand: "That's a real shame."
Ji Moqiu remained in a half-kneeling, submissive position, and Wu You could easily tug at his braid. He remembered that in the past, the beads used to decorate his hair were of various textures and colors, each one perfectly chosen. As a child, he liked flashy designs, but as he grew older, he developed a fondness for solid colors, with lustrous white pearls being his favorite.
The real Chen Tang: "You're not a mere illusion?"
This mischievous, innocent, yet cruel personality is somewhat like...
Wu You narrowed his eyes and said in a high-pitched voice, "Whether it's Wu You, Zi Xu, or Shan Nian, isn't it all you in the end?"
The real Shen Tang: "When did you escape?"
"Tsk, of course I come out when I feel like it." If I find something interesting, I come out. Nobody says good intentions can't get some fresh air. "You don't live by the sea, so why are you so nosy?"
The original Shen Tang: "..."
Then she witnessed an even more horrifying scene.
A hand, softened by a sense of kindness, moved slightly downwards from Ji Moqiu's hair, its fingers brushing against the latter's Adam's apple. The seemingly ambiguous and flirtatious atmosphere was abruptly shattered by the next action. She formed a claw in one hand, gripping the young man's still slender neck, her grip tightening little by little. The young man's hands hung limply at his sides, neither struggling, begging for mercy, nor retaliating. He simply stared straight at her with his misty eyes.
See Shen Tang through the eyes of kindness.
The original Shen Tang: "..."
She wanted to save them but couldn't control it.
Shan Nian's voice was so cold it was almost icy. Despite the chilling killing intent emanating from her, her voice remained innocent and pure, even bordering on naive: "Little priest, I'm making an exception and giving you a second chance. Don't disappoint me!"
The young man couldn't speak, he just blinked in response.
Having received a satisfactory answer, Shan Nian loosened her grip, squatted down, and pulled him into her arms, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, sir."
The original Shen Tang: "..."
Whether Ji Moqiu was afraid or not, she didn't know, but she was truly afraid.
Kindness is part of her, but if kindness is accompanied by mental illness, does that mean she is also mentally ill? Is that reasonable? Absolutely not!
Goodwill sneered: "If you keep babbling, I'll kill you too!"
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If I do the math, I've been in this industry for twelve years.
That's equivalent to six years of primary school, six years of junior and senior high school, and now you're going to take the college entrance exam?
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