fifth form

Chapter 1713 Visitors from Dongshan
No one can be sure that Song Fengying can find the Pan'an Tiankeng.

Zhang Xuezhou's communication was intermittent at this time, and it was difficult for him to analyze the data in the Feiyu live broadcast background.

He asked questions back and forth, and even asked Song Fengying to investigate the data, and finally confirmed that it was just a group of people who came out of nowhere and operated the account to guide the rewards.

No one is willing to reveal their real name like Zhang Qiaoen, which may be the difference between many people and Zhang Qiaoen.

Zhang Qiaoen really drew his sword and worked hard, while these people hid behind the scenes and scattered around looking for clues.

"Others are investigating Huang Daoxian, and some even suspect that there is a connection between Zhang Qiaoen and Huang Daoxian that led to this conspiracy!"

It may have originated from Xijing City, or from other areas, or it may have been the exploration of some younger generations, which eventually led Song Fengying to Pan'an.

There are calculations behind this, but the guide will definitely not be a big shot who is in a strong position in the circle, otherwise the other party would not need to make such calculations and would not be stingy with rewards.

Zhang Xuezhou understood the situation when he heard the reward records increasing by hundreds of thousands.

If the top leaders of the Red Alliance did not take action, Zhang Xuezhou would be able to suppress the situation even if he went there himself, let alone ask for help.

But Zhang Xuezhou was not complacent. He told Song Fengying to wait until he woke up again so that they could start a live broadcast to explore together.

This made Song Fengying happy and she agreed very quickly.

Song Fengying didn't know what was so good about staying in Zhang Xuezhou's chicken farming research institute. The only thing she cared about was coming here to live broadcast with her and making a fortune every day.

After all, their current development is great, especially after combining with Alliance No. 9, the way for big anchors to monetize is no longer relying on tips, but commission income. The more goods they sell, the more commission they get.

It has to be said that Song Fengying was indeed looking forward to her son inheriting her business.

Of course, there is no problem with Zhang Manqian inheriting, but Zhang Manqian is more disobedient than Zhang Xuezhou. She either studies the black-spotted chicken or runs around without sending any news back.

If Zhang Xuezhou had not told her and mentioned that Ren Anran was accompanying Zhang Manqian, Song Fengying would have felt that her daughter had lost contact.

"Mom will listen to you!"

Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's advice, Song Fengying felt that her son was still very stable.

In particular, Zhang Xuezhou also knows how to play the live broadcast script, which shows that he is a good candidate for live broadcast.

There are not so many accidents and coincidences in this world. The hot spots of every live broadcast need to be arranged by a script, which is also one of the future directions of live broadcast.

Although arranging the script is insincere, many things in this world are basically arranged scripts, even including the lives of many people.

Song Fengying felt that there was nothing wrong with the script. As long as the audience enjoyed watching it, it would be a success.

Moreover, most of the movies, TV series, variety shows and even news programs are scripted, and their future development will obviously be script-oriented.

Song Fengying thought it was a great idea for Zhang Xuezhou to arrange some scripts in the cave after the survey, which would most likely achieve a better live broadcast effect and would not disappoint the expectations of the gentlemen who gave rewards.

"My mother ran away to the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum and then to the Pan'an Tiankeng. This is simply a collision of fate!"

Song Fengying was in the situation without realizing it, and just thought that she was starting a normal adventure live broadcast, but behind this was a lot of fighting between masters.

If they take a wrong step, or if the Sequence Committee lacks allies, it would be normal for the entire live broadcast industry, not to mention Feiyu Live, to be destroyed.

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Xuezhou returned to the end point of the test flight from exploring the third location, the tomb of Emperor Luo Gaozong.

When it gets dark, he will complete this flight test to see how effective the elixir made from the extract of this ferocious beast will be.

Lying in the nearly deserted cemetery area, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but look at this blessed land of Dongshan Yunshu with reluctance.

It was only during this time that Zhang Xuezhou watched the sunrise in Dongshan, and with his previous experience in practicing qigong, that he happened to discover some of the mysteries of Dongshan.

However, no matter how clever he was, time waits for no one, and it was difficult for him to continue his practice the next day.

After lying there and waiting for a long time, until the night began to darken, Zhang Xuezhou soared into the sky, waving his arms and flying towards the North Rehe Research Institute like a giant bird.

Dongshan was shrouded in darkness at night, with only a few lights flickering sporadically in some imperial mausoleum areas open to the public.

When jade is no longer precious and cultural relics are no longer rare, people who like ancient buildings and tombs have eventually become a minority, and the pace of modern society has also made it rare for people to engage in these related industries.

Dongshan was quiet at night. Occasionally, Zhang Xuezhou would look down.

But his figure disappeared very quickly in the Dongshan area. After all, the flying ability he gained from drugs allowed him to fly very fast in the early stages, but it became slower and slower later on.

This is almost the same as a person being able to run very fast at first, but then being able to jog or even walk slowly after a certain distance.

His figure flew through the air, and in a corner of the Dongshan area, a pair of eyes also looked up at the night sky.

"Damn Luo Zhong!" He whispered a curse.

"The Lord has been searching for him for decades, but couldn't find where he is hiding. Could it be that he was a mouse in his previous life?"

Specks of purple light emerged and floated across the sky above Dongshan Mountain, as if they were constantly patrolling.

"The Lord injected half of his power into your body, which allowed you to improve your cultivation rapidly. You almost had the same power as the Lord, and it also made you aware. You even fought back against the Lord!"

"You can't escape. Even if you die, you must return to Dongshan!"

Zi Guang quickly inspected Dongshan.

When the purple light was retracted, it also illuminated Zuo Quan's slightly distorted face.

"These people from Xijing City were killed one after another by Baerbo, Baerpo and Baermo!"

"This mess is considered an equal return... and those few who survived, count yourself lucky. I won't bother with you until the master comes back!"

After inspecting Dongshan, nothing special happened. Zuo Quan heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that nothing unsolvable had happened during the days he was away.

He swallowed back his own power in one gulp and looked at his body with great dissatisfaction.

Not only was he physically weak, he was also involved in many things, which made it difficult for him to leave. It was not until some recent events of the Sequence Committee came to an end that he had time to return here for inspection.

"A piece of trash who can't even beat his own son!"

Zuo Quan really wanted to slap himself twice, but thinking that this action was useless, he put his raised hand down and finally left the cemetery area in a depressed mood.

He drove his car parked outside and rammed it recklessly.

After a long time, Zuo Teng and Zuo Denggao emerged from the dim light of the street lamps outside the cemetery, and a flying vehicle hidden behind the bushes also appeared.

"What a piece of junk this is! The sound is too unclear," Zuo Teng complained.

"Then what can I do?" Zuo Denggao said with a headache: "The bug I installed is on his car, not on him. It's good enough that I can still hear some sound from such a distance!"

"What did it say here, Luo Zhong? My Lord? Baerpo?"

Zuo Teng ignored the difficulty of Zuo Denggao's actions.

Of course, he had to say that Zuo Denggao was doing a pretty good job.

Internal competition among aristocratic families is common, but if there is a big problem internally, they are almost the most reliable partners.

Zuo Jin died, and Zuo Teng felt that his father Zuo Quan might be almost dead too.

This allowed him and Zuo Denggao to quickly form a united front and maintain a consistent external attitude.

Zuo Teng has never looked down upon Zuo Denggao's ability, but he must say that the Zuo family is indeed not bad except for their physical genes. Zuo Denggao is not as good as him, but Zuo Denggao has already surpassed many people.

For example, Zuo Denggao can position rocket launchers, which is something many people cannot do.

Zuo Denggao's eavesdropping skills are also quite good.

Although Zuo Teng knew that this guy used this technique against him, it was unpleasant when it was used against him, but it would be much more pleasant when used against others.

Over a hundred meters apart, even if Zuo Quan was whispering, the sound was picked up by their eavesdropping devices and safely reached their ears.

Although the two of them couldn't hear it very clearly, this was at least a clue.

Zuo Teng also knew for sure that his father would end up in a terrible situation.

"I think what I heard was Baerbo," Zuo Denggao corrected the content.
“What’s the meaning of ‘Baer Baer’? I’ve never heard of this surname in the Allied Countries,” Zuo Teng said dissatisfiedly.

"Which Luo Chong is he talking about?" Zuo Denggao asked.

"Who the hell knows which Luo Zhong he's talking about!"

Zuo Quan's voice was very low, and the sounds they heard on their receiving devices were blurry and difficult to distinguish. Only a few names were slightly clearer, allowing them to make some rough guesses.

Once the names sound similar, the two people will have no idea what they are describing.

Zuo Teng's face was solemn.

The Luofu Dynasty has been destroyed for decades, but it is clear that this palace coup has left indelible traces to this day, affecting the fate of many people.