Chapter 1295 Where is the master?

Chapter 1295 Where is the master?

Wen Rensheng thought about it for a long time, but of course he couldn't figure it out.

If it were so easy, the disaster principals would not choose the previous path.

Lao Liu then asked him to dispatch the Battlestar.

After sending a message through the mysterious channel, the female captain of the Battlestar made a request:

"Please find a way to help us clear out those four giants."

"They have been cleared out." Wen Rensheng replied directly.

The four giants were created by Xiao Huan and Aihandeb. He said something in his heart and did it.

"Ah, so powerful? It was there just now, but it is gone now. How did you do it?" the female captain said in shock.

"Oh, this is a kind of quantum resonance, coordination effect... In short, everyone understands it." Wen Rensheng said nonsense seriously.

Indecisiveness, quantum mechanics, unexplainable, parallel time and space.

Always right.

"Well, it seems that you have much more black technology than us."

With no worries, Battlestar immediately helped them seal the out-of-control Hulk all the way. Sent to a certain star system five thousand years ago.

This star system had only one scientific name before.

Now it has a unique name: "Hulk Graveyard."

Wen Rensheng watched the Hulk being thrown on one of the planets.

This planet is far away from the star. Its surface is rocky and extremely cold. There are only some glaciers at the poles.

He thought for a while, dug a rock cave to bury the Hulk, and built a stone monument for the Hulk:

"Hulk."

"The Hulk."

"Whether in movies or in reality, he is always the one most vulnerable to betrayal."

"Born in 1996, died in 2028."
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After returning to the Battle Fortress, Wen Rensheng saw a wedding banquet being held here - the wedding of the female captain and fighter pilot Gila.

Everyone was singing and dancing, and there was great joy.

What is this?

Disco dancing on the grave?

Your sadness is the happiness of others.

Without the threat of the planet giant, the wedding of the two naturally took place.

Amy, the spaceship brain who has a crush on Gila, didn't even come out to cause trouble.

This made Wen Rensheng a little surprised, so he asked casually: "Amy, you don't seem to care?"

"Hahaha," Amy said proudly He smiled and said, "I often read your human fairy tales recently, and I found a characteristic. When the princess and the prince get married, there is no story. Do you know why?"

"Because marriage is the tomb of love. . Understand, you let them get married just to bury their love, and then you took advantage of it." Wen Rensheng guessed it right away.

This spaceship brain is really not that easy to give up.

"Tch, you are too smart and boring." Amy said bitterly.

Wen Rensheng shook his head, then sat in the space fortress and returned to Earth.

He didn't care about such trivial matters.

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After returning to Earth, he learned the news that the Inspectorate was also concocting the myth of Dongzhou.

There are so many gods, big and small, in Dongzhou mythology that the ancients had to come up with a special "True Immortal Industry Bitmap" to sort out the relationship between them.

Most people don’t understand the ins and outs of all kinds of gods, big and small.

He's not interested, as long as it doesn't get to his head.

However, the benefits are obvious. After a few months, many cities became much cleaner, and the frequency of mysterious incidents was greatly reduced.

No wonder the Inspector could not restrain this impulse.

After all, their roots are still in Dongzhou.

Even if we can expand the galaxy, the sense of cultural belonging will not change in the foreseeable generations.

Go home and have a good rest for a few days.

Wen Rensheng remembered something again.

My other master, Ji Zhengyan, seems to have not been seen for a long time.

It has to be a few years, right?

Has the old man taken care of his own affairs?

I remember that the old man wanted to resurrect his son and his mother.

Ji Zhengyan and his child's mother had only a casual relationship, and they didn't know that the other party had a child at the time.

Wen Rensheng was grateful for his extraordinary memory, otherwise, it would have been difficult to remember this matter.

There is no way, he has been doing big things that can break the sky recently.

If the viewing angle is too high, it is easy to ignore the people around you.

Only someone like him who pursues perfection in everything will notice these details. Wen Rensheng then made several calls and learned about Ji Zhengyan's current situation.

It turns out that the other party has parted ways with Wang Mingtang.

The reason was simple. He was very dissatisfied with the solution given by Wang Mingtang - the child could only be resurrected, not the mother, and the child would have no memory when resurrected.

Wang Mingtang wanted to become a god, and the Inspectorate contacted him and said he would meet his request.

But Wang Mingtang is not stupid. He clearly understands the difference between using the fragmented world to become a god and using faith to become a god.

He refused the help of the Inspectorate and worked on the problem alone.

But Master Ji Zhengyan has become a gamer, traveling around the world, looking for a better resurrection plan...

.........

"The sword rides on the wind to slay demons in the world. Talking and laughing in the maple forest at night, and drinking wine will make you an immortal."

Ji Zhengyan was lying on a carriage, He is drinking with his head up.

The carriage was stumbling, but he didn't notice it.

While drinking, he sneezed a few times.

"Someone must be thinking about me, it must be the second disciple. The eldest disciple only knows how to survive, so he doesn't worry about my life and death."

Ji Zhengyan sighed, threw the wine gourd aside, and went to sleep directly Down.

"Grandpa Ji, here I come!"

A little girl fell from the sky and stepped directly on his belly.

“I, poof!” Ji Zhengyan took a sip of old wine and almost spit it out.

"Xiao Huan, you girl, can you feel sorry for my old bones?" He patted Xiao Huan's head.

Xiao Huan's mouth twisted: "Tch, I have no weight at all, it's all due to your psychology."

"Okay, where is my apprentice?" He looked around Looking at it, he didn't see Wen Rensheng.

"Lao Wen was sleeping at home. He asked me to take care of you. He is such an irresponsible adult." Xiao Huan took the opportunity to complain.

"Oh, he is doing big things. I have heard about many big things he has done recently. It's very good. He didn't embarrass me." Ji Zhengyan said happily.

"Tch, he didn't do anything. He just watched from the side all day long. He is more leisurely than Lao Ai." Xiao Huan disagreed.

"A person who is good at fighting has no great achievements, you have to understand him."

The two of them talked as if no one else was watching.

The real owner of the carriage, a caravan, was driving slowly on the dirt road.

No one could see the two of them, and no one could hear their conversation.

The caravan was headed for Tiger Roaring Fort, where a drug was produced that was said to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

The fortress does not produce food, so they exchange food for medicine.

I don’t know how much time passed before a loud shout disturbed the caravan.

"Leave the food for the carriages and horses, and everyone can get out!"

Dozens of bandits armed with broadswords and spears sprang out from the roadside, blocking the caravan's way.

However, the next moment, a white mist floated over, and the bandits turned around and ran away.

Not long after running, they disappeared in the white mist.

The caravan leader was surprised and happy. This was not the first time this happened.

Every time he thought he would risk his life, but every time the robbers who blocked the road would encounter white mist and be scared away.

“Goddess of Luck is indeed right, that mist must be his messenger. After I go back, I will offer three bags of wheat to his temple. Forget it, let’s just stick with three bags of millet.”
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The caravan leader calculated with distress and joy.

The carriage team finally arrived at a castle built on the top of a mountain.

Just by looking at its location, you can know why it needs to buy food.

The rocks are so rugged that no other plants can grow except for a few weeds.

"Strange, boss, how can such a shabby place produce drugs that can bring the dead back to life?" the caravan accountant wondered.

"I heard that the entrance to the abyss is suppressed here. Maybe they have received a gift from the gods." The leader of the caravan said casually.

Anyway, as long as they buy the medicine, they can make a lot of money when they go back.

The profits are very rich, one trip can make a hundred times the profit, but the risks are also very high.

We only collect grain here, but it is troublesome to transport grain, its value is low, and its quantity is large. Only business groups organized by the army can transport it.

Private caravans are hopeless.

Before leaving, the caravan leader received a message from the goddess of luck that he would arrive successfully this time, so he gathered several large caravans and led the group over.

(End of this chapter)