Chapter 142: Pressing for Information
With the tragic death of ‘Li Sian’.
The so-called sacrifice finally came to a successful conclusion.
According to the concept of people in Huangning County, after the death of the thorny Li Sian, the remaining companion, no matter how strong he is, is just a plaything in their hands.
As long as the magic weapon around their necks that controls their lives is still there, they can take away the life of the evil corpse by just hooking their fingers.
But what they regretted most was that when the evil corpse killed Li Sian, it also trampled the magic weapon around his neck into a ball of scrap metal.
And their remaining survivors have long lost the ability to repair the magic weapon, and can only regretfully throw it away as garbage.
"We only have more than twenty 'hoops' left. If a few more are damaged and scrapped, we will not be able to control these foreign animals so conveniently."
That's it. While a group of high-level survivors were discussing.
The remaining four ‘animals’, including Sha Zhi, were escorted back to the shed for custody.
Only this time, there were a few more restraining iron hoops on the evil corpse's ankles and wrists.
Even the chain that tied him was much thicker.
As for the meal given to him, it was quite delicious, and it was no longer just sloppy rice.
Instead, it is specially mixed with many drugs that numb the muscles and bones and slow down the brain in order to suppress the strength.
It’s just that the evil corpse still doesn’t eat a grain of water.
Mortal food is just a burden to the evil corpse.
What he needs is the evil spirit accumulated between blood and killing.
As for the remaining three people in the greenhouse, they looked at the corpse with complicated eyes.
Especially the strong man who had a good relationship with Li Sian before.
I even despise people like Sha Zhi who are heartless and expressionless.
Although he was so powerful, he didn't think about how to escape from here. Instead, he obeyed their orders obediently and allowed them to take whatever they wanted.
And when he killed Li Sian, his companion, the corpse didn't have any psychological burden at all, and he didn't act carelessly.
I couldn’t see any sadness or sadness afterwards, not even the slightest bit of regret, I just stayed there in a daze.
"It's a pity that brother just woke up and was thinking about his companions in his heart. It's true that good people are not rewarded."
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After the ceremony, the audience was very satisfied.
Even after leaving the scene, they were still discussing intensely what they had just seen and heard, as if they had not yet finished enjoying themselves.
The man in the crowd who presided over the ceremony, wearing a Confucian crown and looking a bit bookish, seemed to have a higher status.
The people around him were very courteous to him, unconsciously making way for him to leave the crowded exit calmly.
Then he got on a small car pulled by people and left the vicinity of the sacrificial site.
After a while, this man with a scholar's crown returned to his home...a rather exquisite courtyard.
Unlike other homes, the owner of this yard seems to be quite artistic and interesting.
Even though he is slightly short on food and supplies, he still has enough energy to free up a piece of land in the yard.
Put it on a bamboo pole, covered with flower vines.
The dense green leaves are lined with purple-red flowers, which are fresh and delicate, as beautiful as a piece of colorful satin.
As he walked slowly into the hospital, the servant pulling the cart followed closely behind him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
The Confucian man walked into his exquisite study and took out a half-memorized classic from the bookshelf.
Slowly open the pages of the book and continue to recite the chapters.
"Those who are interested in scientific research may not have the joy of playing music and writing; scholars who talk about life and life must not lack economic talents."
The servant who pulled the cart also hurried to burn it A pot of water, a cup of tea made with the master's favorite tea utensil, and then placed on the study table.
The Confucian man took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued to recite the book.
These ancient books are all unique ones that he has collected in many places in Huangning County over the years.
Since Huangning County has been isolated from the world, there is no need for any external written communication because there is no opportunity for the imperial examination.
Even the complicated government affairs have disappeared.
As a result, the remaining people in Huangning County no longer have the need to learn writing, and the calligraphy rate dropped rapidly.
Nowadays, most of the people who can still recognize some words are over forty years old, very few of them.
A person like him who can not only read most of the text, but can even speak it in sentences, who has read more than ten books, may not even be able to read it in the palm of his hand.
In fact, when he reads these books, he is indeed useless as a hero.
Sometimes I blurt out some saintly words, and as a result, a group of rough guys look at each other.
I don’t know what kind of profound meaning there is in his words, how subtle and meaningful, and how witty he is.
"Oh, they are really a bunch of stubborn rotten trees."
At this moment, he found that the servant who had just returned from pulling the cart was still standing beside him.
Then the Confucian man rarely expressed his tolerance:
"Okay, I don't need you to serve here anymore. You can go back and rest."
"Master, I Don’t be tired, I’ll just wait for you here.”
The man with a scholar's crown did not care about the other person's feelings and continued to read the book in front of him.
After all, these slaves are all people with foreign surnames left over from the chaos of the past.
Their clan leader was kind-hearted and neither expelled them from Huangning County nor killed them all.
But they were left with a mouthful of food and allowed to serve as slaves to the Qin family, which can be regarded as their blessing.
“God comes from the eyes, and the eyes have cells. Closing them can nourish the mind; disasters come from the mouth, and the mouths are humiliating. Closing them can prevent misfortunes.”
The Confucian man thought about it and nodded slightly, but suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be eyes staring at him from behind.
Looking back subconsciously.
I saw that the slave who had been serving him was staring at the book in his hand in trance.
First he was stunned, and then he coughed dryly.
The servant was startled and reacted suddenly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing desperately:
"Master, have mercy on me. Master, have mercy on me. I really just accidentally saw the content in the book. I didn't peek at it on purpose."
The man with the scholar's crown did not get angry, but lowered his head and asked kindly:
"Do you know the words above?"
"Yes...recognize some of them." Seeing the encouraging eyes of the man with a scholar's crown, the servant mustered up the courage to answer.
"You seem to have never learned Chinese characters, right? How did you meet me?"
"When I usually watched my master read, I wrote down what he read, and then I learned it bit by bit by comparing it with the content in the book."
The man with the scholar's crown was extremely surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but Asked:
“Really? You can memorize all the content in the book just by listening to me reciting it?”
“I can’t memorize it all, I can only vaguely remember it. Probably. "
The man with a scholar's crown seemed to be in disbelief. He held the book in front of the servant and waved it, motioning for him to carry it to him for a look.
Just start memorizing it from the first page.
The servant started to carry it on his back respectfully.
As expected, he was extremely proficient, except for a few chapters because I didn’t hear them while working. Apart from that, he memorized everything clearly and recited it very smoothly, with almost no typos or sentences.
This really surprised the Confucian man:
"How did you do it?"
"The master recited it several times before I could write it down silently, and my mind was not idle while I was working."
Hearing this, the Confucian man nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, you do have a good mind for studying."
"If you were outside, you would at least be a scholar."
After pacing around for a while, the Confucian man He Yan asked:
"Do you want to continue to read and study?"
"I want to..."
"Speak louder ." The Confucian man continued to encourage.
“Think.”
"Yes."
The man with a scholar's crown hummed softly, reached out to pick up the teacup on the table, and hit the servant on the head.
He hit the servant directly and was stunned for a moment.
What followed was a crackle of punches and kicks.
Kicked the servant to the ground and kicked him in the stomach.
The pain was so severe that he could only feel that his internal organs were spinning, and he was sweating profusely and couldn't even breathe.
But even so, he did not dare to dodge or resist at all, for fear of offending his master even more.
"You, a dog slave, don't deserve to learn calligraphy and study!?"
"Am I usually too nice to you? Or should I cut off your other one like other people do? Ears, do you have a long memory?”
“Master, please forgive me, I don’t dare to do it anymore”
The servant was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, and he wailed and begged desperately for mercy.
At this moment, the movement of the Confucian man was suddenly interrupted by a voice at the door.
"Did I come at the wrong time?"
I was about to get angry and asked who was so ignorant of etiquette and broke into my yard without asking.
Looking up, the original anger was like encountering an iceberg, and there was no trace of it anymore.
There was only a bone-chilling coldness, and a look of shock on his face.
"What's going on! Aren't you dead!?"
At this time, Li Sian, who was supposed to die in the sacrifice, was actually standing in his study with a smile on his face door.
The Confucian man's face was as ugly as pig liver at this time. He couldn't run away, nor could he shout for help.
No matter what method he uses, he can't do anything to Li Sian who is so close.
Naturally, Li Si'an was not in the mood to explain to him how he used the fantasy in his mind to summon another 'fantasy object' that looked exactly like him out of thin air.
In fact, Li Sian had already had a similar idea.
Since I can turn illusory monsters into reality, can I imagine other types of items?
After a short experiment, Li Si'an also found that although the things he imagined had some flaws, they were definitely not very different from the original version.
The imaginary food is exactly the same as real food in terms of smell and taste, and can even make people no longer hungry for half a day.
But when he diverts this part of his attention, the illusion will disappear, and the effects of eating it will disappear quickly.
On the platform at that time, Li Si'an had long imagined that he would use his imaginary false self to steal the sky and change the sky so that he could find an opportunity to escape from the so-called sacrificial place.
Take this opportunity to quietly complete the intelligence investigation of the entire Huangning County.
Unexpectedly, the senior management of Huangning County did him a favor.
Deliberately let himself have a one-on-one duel with the evil corpse.
It seems that they are fighting with each other, but in fact they are using evil corpses to destroy the corpses, so that the fake Li Sian can die without a complete corpse.
The real Li Sian no longer has to worry about his illusions being seen through.
So he used fantasy to disguise his appearance and sneaked out of the scene quietly.
However, after Li Sian left the sacrificial place, he followed the man with a scholar's crown all the way back home, but did not enter his home immediately.
But first investigate how to untie the iron ring around your neck.
Unlike the evil corpse, he does not have a physical body stronger than gold and iron, so he cannot directly break the iron ring.
Once they really activate the iron ring around their neck, Li Sian is really not sure that he can withstand this vicious magic weapon of 'suffocation and decapitation'.
It took a lot of time before Li Sian caught a lone guard and asked him how to unlock the magic weapon.
After successfully removing the magic weapon, Li Si'an silenced the guard directly, and then went to the house of the Confucian scholar who had already explored the house with his face in his face.
At this time, the man with a scholar's crown still wanted to resist, but Li Sian just concentrated slightly.
An iron ring engraved with talismans appeared on the neck of the Confucian man at some unknown time.
There was an iron chain tied to the other end of the iron ring, which handcuffed the Confucian man firmly in the study room, making him unable to stand up at all.
"I just need to snap my fingers, and the thing on your neck will strangle your neck. Do you believe it?" Li Sian said with a chuckle.
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Confucian man, who could only maintain an awkward posture and look up at Li Sian.
Li Sian glanced at the servant and motioned for him to stand aside first.
The servant also seemed to be very afraid of Li Sian. He climbed up from the ground tremblingly and stepped aside, not daring to say anything.
Immediately, Li Si'an began to ask slowly:
"I ask, you answer."
"If there is something hidden, I can naturally verify it, but I don't I will give you any opportunity to test.”
At this time, the Confucian man no longer had any courage to resist.
He has seen people whose necks were strangled by the iron hoop more than once. Those people experienced incomparable pain and torture before dying in despair.
Before they died, their faces were all flushed, veins were popping out, and they looked extremely horrifying.
He would rather let Li Sian stab him to death than be killed by such a horrific method of death.
"Name."
"Qin Huaixin."
"Surnamed Qin?"
Li Si'an suddenly noticed that after he came to this place, most of the people he met seemed to have the surname Qin.
Especially the handsome young man in black, Qin Shezhi, whom he met before entering Huangning County...
Qin Huaixin immediately explained that nearly 90% of the remaining survivors in Huangning County are Qin The person with the surname.
This is because after the sudden change in Huangning County, people with foreign surnames either died or fled.
Only the Qin family, the most prominent family in Huangning County at that time, relied on the deep ditches, high forts, and the large number of people and food.
Under the leadership of the first-generation patriarch, he overcame many obstacles and finally survived in Huangning County.
After the death of the first generation head of the family, the current head of the family demoted some of the remaining people with foreign surnames into servants to serve some direct descendants of the Qin family.
(End of this chapter)