Shuo Yu didn't tell Meng Fanle about his doubts in the end. It didn't matter who he was before. What mattered was that he was here now, with them, and they would be together for a long time in the future. He just hoped that they would not despise him.
Shuo Yu went back to his old ways and started redistributing the wealth through "fraud and deception", no, it should be said that he was "fortune-telling", but first he needed a banner, as his old friend had been turned into powder by the first Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder not long ago.
"Um, is there anyone willing to help me?"
Shuo Yu glanced at the other people around him. Not far away, Bu La, who was lying on the ground, looked at him with squinted eyes without a trace of thought. The most he could contribute was his saliva. Yao Ma, Dou Bing and a few onlookers were looking for edible grass. Although it could be seen from Dou Bing's distorted face that this was a meaningless job, they were still enjoying it.
Ayi raised his hand actively. Meng Fanle supported his lame leg and watched Shuoyu being humiliated. For some reason, Kang Ya, whose usual catchphrase was always asking for things from others, came over and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Anything good?"
As soon as he said this, all the bored people turned their heads back. Shuo Yu looked at the heads that were very close to him and were starting to smell something, and said with a smile, "No."
Others were bored and started doing their own things.
He quite likes Ayi. Ayi is like a butterfly that likes to land on flowers and trees. She is out of tune with everything here. Not everyone has the perseverance to stick to their own will in the chaos.
Finally, Ayi wrote "eliminate disasters and resolve difficulties" on the front of the flag that Shuoyu would carry and wave through the streets, and "immortal officials bestow blessings" on the back. There were eight words in total, and Ayi wrote them very carefully and seriously.
Shuo Yu held it in his hand, looked at it, nodded, and said thank you. It was just a very ordinary sentence, but it made A Yi extremely excited. He was so excited that he wanted to write a hundred or eighty words in a row.
From then on, Shuoyu began to walk around the streets of Zenda holding his conspicuous banner. When he met poor people asking for help, he would give them a bowl of "disaster-eliminating water" for free.
He, a half-baked alchemy cultivator, spent ten thousand years refining an all-purpose tonic pill. After eating it, he was brought to this place.
The "disaster-eliminating water" he gave to the poor was actually his own blood diluted in it.
"Immortal cultivators" have the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and are endowed with the gift of genius and grace. Aren't they walking "tonics" for mortals?
It's just that no mortal dares to attack a cultivator who has the power of nuclear energy with just a wave of his hand.
Of course, if you encounter evil people or rich people, you should not only collect money, but also collect more. This is Shuoyu's great plan for property redistribution.
Zenda is not a big place, but suddenly there is a person like him. There are always people who want to test his quality. So every now and then, someone comes to cause him some trouble, but he easily resolves them and confiscates the illegal gains of those who come to cause trouble.
Shuo Yu looked at the local bullies who appeared in front of him. They did not dare to block Shuo Yu at the defeated soldiers' station because there was an unwritten rule that the local bullies and the soldiers should not disturb each other. So they could only block Shuo Yu here.
"I heard it was you, the one who was scamming people here? Are you a fake Taoist priest or a real con man?"
There were also grandmothers carrying vegetable baskets around who came to thank Shuoyu and insisted on giving him some of their newly picked vegetables to taste. Seeing this obvious bullying scene, the Zenda people, who were very tough, went up and threw the rotten vegetable leaves in their hands at him.
"Master Zhang didn't lie to us!"
It didn't matter that he threw it, the old guys who had been surrounding Shuoyu started to attack him, and Shuoyu was so scared that he asked the old ladies who were surrounding him to leave first, saying that he could handle it himself. If these uncles and aunts were beaten, it would not be a joke.
The one who led the trouble with Shuoyu, nicknamed Master Zhu San, was a famous bully in Zenda City, bullying men and women and doing all kinds of bad things. Shuoyu came up to him and looked him up and down, shaking his head as he looked at him.
"Donor, I think you'll be in danger of a bloody disaster in three days. It's best to prepare early!"
Few people who do such unscrupulous things are not afraid of ghosts and gods. Zhu San trembled in his heart and pointed at Shuo Yu.
"You! You swindling liar, come on, brothers—!"
The group of people behind him were quite imposing, but a group of ten or so people could not even touch the edge of Shuoyu's clothes, and were instead confused by him. Shuoyu did not have time to mess around with this group of people, so he turned around and ran away. There are many alleys in Zenda, and even locals would get lost after walking around a few times.
Shuo Yu hummed a song, carrying the basin he had hidden in advance, and returned to the defeated soldiers' station.
The loudspeaker in the defeated soldiers' station had been playing loudly for the past few days. It seemed that the Kuomintang expeditionary force was going to fight in Burma. The shabby radio made Shuoyu's ears itch.
The basin in my hand is filled with leftovers that I packed back from Mr. Lin's house.
"...The Japanese 33rd Division employed flanking tactics, capturing the city with the strength of two regiments... Our expeditionary force, outnumbered and outnumbered, fought a bloody battle to rescue over 7,000 allied troops in England..."
As Shuoyu walked by, he kicked many guys lying on the ground. Bula was one of them. He jumped up quickly and followed Shuoyu's butt, looking at the thing in his hand with sparkling eyes. It was a small enamel basin, also given by Master Lin.
Mr. Lin is one of the most wealthy families in Zenda City. His grandson went out a few nights ago and lost his soul.
As Shuoyu was carrying something and walking inside, a small gray cat jumped onto Shuoyu's shoulder. This was "Edamame".
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