This is the Iron Palm Gang's territory, but the five sects and three factions all have their own industries or bases here. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and people of the martial arts world with knives and swords can be seen everywhere. Duger and his group are not conspicuous in the crowd.
Along the way, listening to Feng Yunjie's introduction to Luyang City, Du Ge observed the different customs and cultures, and became more and more impressed by the simulation field.
So true!
What kind of technology can create a world like this! And such a world is only used for assessment.
What a luxury! If game developers on Earth had this ability, they would be the richest man in the world in a matter of minutes...
"Mr. Qi, the Xingyu Tower in front is our Feng family's property. We will stay there and have something to eat before we make other plans." Feng Yunjie said, "The people my father sent to look for the demons should have come here as their first stop. After a night, I don't know if they have found out any news. There are not many cities as big as Luyang in the whole Daqian. Even a small county like Fengjia can have two demons, you and Feng Jiu. There should be more in Luyang..."
"It's possible." Doug nodded. He had been paying attention to the changes in the total number of people in the simulation field.
From last night till now, there are still more than 650 contestants left in the simulation field, and 160 people were eliminated in one night. I have to say that the simulation field is really a cold meat grinder and it is not reasonable at all.
It was because he was merciful that he spared Feng Jiu's life. Otherwise, Feng Jiu would have become one of the more than 100 people who disappeared last night.
At this rate, there will be only a few people left in the simulation field in less than ten days.
But this is just the best-case scenario. Doug knows that the further they go, the slower the rate of attrition will be, and those who remain will be elites who can disguise themselves and are familiar with using their own keywords.
Feng Jiu was actually right. Exposing oneself was really stupid.
When others are in the dark, he is a living target and will be targeted by everyone.
The easiest way to become the top ten in the simulation field is not to use your keywords to the extreme, but to survive to the end and eliminate everyone else.
Only ten people are left, if not the top ten, then they will be in the top ten.
There is no wall that is impenetrable. He is so high-profile in the Feng Mansion, there will always be people who are not careful with their mouths and leak him and his key words.
There was nothing he could do about it. Who made him not understand the rules of the game? It was easier to dodge an open attack than to defend against an arrow from behind. Among hundreds of players, he was the only one playing an open game...
It's really fucking weird!
The only thing that made Doug feel fortunate was that the simulation field would only result in elimination, not death.
But he had already become the first place, and if he was eliminated again, he would not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart. This was the pride of a time traveler, and he had to protect it.
Fortunately, in ancient times, information traveled slowly and distances were long, so Duger had some buffer time and did not have to face hundreds of enemies at once.
If it was just one person jumping out, Doug felt that he should be able to handle it. The number one ranking in the simulation field was not just for show.
However, we still have to find a way to increase our strength. The stronger we are, the safer we are. It would be best if we could suppress an entire era like the Martial Saint Qiao He...
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When they arrived at Xingyu Tower, a waiter took away the horses of several people. The shopkeeper came out personally and took the people into the backyard.
As they walked, Feng Shiyi asked, "Feng Zhong, did the people who came here yesterday find out anything?"
"Yes." Feng Zhong glanced at Duger and nodded.
Doug and his companions stopped at the same time and looked at the shopkeeper.
Feng Zhong turned to Du Ge and asked, "Second Master, this young man looks unfamiliar, is he..."
"This is Mr. Seven, the Grand Elder of our mansion. He will be in charge of the affairs of the Heavenly Demon." Feng Shiyi glared at him and said, "There's no need to hide it from him."
"Feng Zhong greets the Grand Elder." Feng Zhong quickly clasped his fists towards Du Ge and said respectfully.
"You're welcome, Shopkeeper Feng." Doug smiled, "Let's talk about the demon!"
"What a coincidence! That demon is none other than Wang San, the waiter in our store." Feng Zhong said, "A few days ago, Wang San was infected with tuberculosis. The doctor said he couldn't be saved and was waiting to die at home. Last night, when someone from the mansion came to investigate, I reported his condition.
Guess what happened? Wang San was alive and well, flirting with the neighbor girl, and he didn't even cough. He was seriously ill and recovered quickly. All the characteristics were consistent with being possessed by a demon, so they captured Wang San.
However, the guy was stubborn and refused to admit that he was possessed. He only said that a traveling doctor passed by his house and gave him a few injections, and his illness was cured. He also shouted that we should go to the temple to find a master to exorcise the evil spirit for him. In the end, no one in the neighborhood had ever seen the traveling doctor..."
"Where is Wang San now?" Doug immediately became interested and interrupted him to ask.
"I pressed the acupuncture points and locked him up in the guest room!" Feng Zhong said, "I dare not let the person who was specifically asked by my family get away. Second Master, is this demon real? It's just tuberculosis. It can be cured by saying it's cured. No matter how I think about it, it seems evil..."
"Feng Zhong, when can you change your nagging habit? Stop talking nonsense and take us to see Wang San." Feng Shiyi also interrupted him.
"Second Master, this way." Feng Zhong smiled innocently, took two quick steps, and led the way. "Room No. 7, Yellow Room, the innermost room. Second Master, don't worry about what I do. Usually, no one lives in the Yellow Room, so I guarantee that no one can rescue him. Not only did I press his acupuncture points, I also tied him up. I have prepared rooster blood, black dog blood, and glutinous rice in advance..."
…
Feng Zhong muttered all the way and led everyone to Room 7 with the yellow letter mark. He took out the key and opened the door: "Second Master, Wang San is inside."
"Okay, I got it. Leave the rest to us. You go to the front and get busy! Tell the kitchen to prepare a table of good wine and food for us." Feng Shiyi was fed up with Feng Zhong's nagging, and as soon as he opened the door, he hurriedly tried to drive him away.
"I've prepared everything, Second Master. Are you still worried about me doing the job?" Feng Zhong stood still, looking into the room. "Second Master, you have to let me stay. Let me learn how to identify the demon. If I meet one again in the future, I can handle it myself!"
"Stay, the shopkeeper is one of us, and he is more familiar with Wang San's situation." Doug casually defended the dignity of Shopkeeper Feng before looking into the room.
A boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed as a waiter, was tied up and thrown on the bed.
There was a bowl of sticky rice, a bucket of dog blood, and a bucket of chicken blood on the bedside...
Doug was confused.
Well, this guy really treats the devil as a ghost!
Noticing that the door was opened, Wang San struggled to move his body, trying to raise his head but unable to do so. "Boss, boss, is that you? You are finally here. I am really not a demon. Please let me go. I shouldn't not come to work after I have recovered from my illness. Please, let me go. I can't hold it any longer..."
Doug and others walked into the room.
Wang San's voice suddenly stopped: "Who are you?"
Feng Shiyi said nothing, went over and took his pulse, and after a moment, raised his head and said, "He is full of energy, and his pulse is soft and strong. He doesn't look like a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness. Mr. Qi, it is undoubtedly a demon that has taken over his body."
(End of this chapter)