Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 101: Junior Lu Ci pays homage to His Royal Highness the King of Zhao!

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Inside the top-floor conference room of a modern office building, the lights were dim and the air was stuffy.

In the center of a huge oval conference table, countless documents, materials and electronic devices are scattered around.

Zhao Fangxu, Bi Youlong and others sat around the conference table, each of them with fatigue and anxiety written on their face.

Zhao Fangxu, the soul of the company, usually looks confident, but now, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are bloodshot.

Bi Youlong could hardly hide his anxiety at this moment. His fingers kept tapping on the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"We all underestimated King Zhao. Japan is completely finished." Zhao Fangxu's voice was hoarse, revealing endless fatigue.

"Yeah, I didn't expect the incident at the Zhao King's Tomb to have such far-reaching implications." Bi Youlong echoed, his eyes fixed on the on-site report from Er Zhuang on the screen.

Now all local signals and networks in Japan have been cut off, Er Zhuang's role is limited, and some of the information is still transmitted by Huang Boren.

Japan has completely lost contact, which means that the United States’ garrison there is also doomed.

This is big trouble.

After all, Naduotong is a modern company. This is not the Ming Dynasty anymore. If it destroys a country, especially a developed country, it will inevitably cause huge waves internationally.

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

He is the company's intelligence director, holding a latest report in his hand.

"There's new developments!" the intelligence chief said breathlessly.

Zhao Fangxu rubbed his eyebrows, looking a little tired and impatient.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"what happened again?"

The intelligence chief stood in front of him, his expression serious, his voice deep and powerful: "The United States is holding a press conference."

Zhao Fangxu raised his head, stared sharply at the intelligence director, and sneered, "They suffered a loss in Japan, and now they want to intervene?"

However, the moment he finished speaking, his voice suddenly disappeared, as if it was cut off by an invisible force.

His brows were furrowed, and a thoughtful gleam flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something important.

He quickly sat up straight and adjusted his sitting posture, appearing more focused and serious.

"You said."

Zhao Fangxu said in a commanding tone, his eyes fixed on the intelligence chief.

The intelligence chief nodded, walked to the operating table nearby, and opened the light curtain.

Following a slight electronic sound, a link input box appeared on the light screen.

The intelligence chief quickly entered a complex code and pressed the confirm button.

The images on the screen quickly switched, showing a scene from a press conference in the United States.

"This is?"

"It hasn't started yet, Mr. Zhao, please wait a moment."

After a while, the press conference began.

Spokespersons and reporters entered the venue one after another.

The atmosphere at the press conference was extremely solemn. Reporters held their breath and pointed their cameras at the spokesperson.

He stood at the podium with a solemn expression and his voice was low and powerful, as if every word hit heavily on the hearts of everyone present.

"Today, we gather here not only to report the situation, but also to mourn the heroes who sacrificed their lives for our country."

The spokesman's voice was choked with sobs, tears flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be trying to control his emotions.

"In the process of helping Japan to fight the rebellion, 120,000 of our brave soldiers sacrificed their precious lives while carrying out their mission. They are the pride of the country and the heroes in our hearts."

As the spokesman spoke, black and white images began to play on the screen, showing the heroic appearance of the soldiers on the battlefield and the tragic scenes of their sacrifice.

The music was low and mournful, and the sad melody echoed in the air, touching everyone's heartstrings.

Of course, these were all synthesized by AI, and the affairs of the blood slaves and King Zhao were not exposed at all.

The official explanation is that Japan is controlled by rebels, and these people are a group of lunatics and demons who want to drag Japan into hell.

"Now, I ask everyone here, and people around the world, to observe ten minutes of silence for the lives lost to these 120,000 Eagles."

The spokesman's voice became heavier and his hands trembled slightly.

"Let us use this brief silence to express our deepest respect and endless remembrance for them."

The whole place fell into dead silence, with only the ticking of the clock audible.

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads in silence. The air was filled with suppressed grief.

Zhao Fangxu frowned deeply.

"I didn't expect the United States to suffer such heavy losses."

Bi Youlong laughed cheerfully and said, "I thought King Zhao was a mountain of gold and silver, but I didn't expect it to be a hot potato. It really made me laugh to death."

"One hundred and twenty thousand people. The King of Zhao is really bold in killing them. He doesn't take the United States seriously at all!" Zhao Fangxu did not fall into the trap, but instead showed worry.

He is a modern man who grew up in the 21st century, not the Ming Dynasty.

These are all human lives!
It’s just that the United States couldn’t suppress its inner desires, so it deserved to die.

Ten minutes later, when people slowly raised their heads, the spokesman spoke again, his voice becoming more resolute:

"After this heavy moment, we must face reality. Japan's actions have seriously threatened international peace and security. As a responsible major country, we cannot sit idly by."

The reporters' breathing became rapid, and they realized that they might hear important news next.

The spokesman's eyes swept across the audience, and his tone suddenly became tough:
"Therefore, after careful consideration, our country has decided to take the necessary measures to protect our national interests and global peace and stability. We will carry out a limited and precise nuclear strike against Japan."

There was an uproar in the conference hall. Reporters exchanged shocked glances with each other, and some even couldn't help but gasp.

Veins bulged on Zhao Fangxu's forehead and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his entire body exuded an irrepressible anger and unwillingness.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, as if it could burn everything to ashes.

Bi Youlong stood beside him, frowning, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Didn't these grandsons covet King Zhao's immortality technique? Now that they find that the army cannot suppress King Zhao, they want to destroy it directly."

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"The reason why the United States did this is because they cannot obtain the immortality technique, and they absolutely cannot let our Dragon Country get it. These people have such a weird way of thinking that they think that our Dragon Country brought back our ancestors for the immortality technique."

Bi Youlong nodded to show his understanding.

Zhao Fangxu thought for a long time, and his eyes softened a little: "Notify Huang Boren, that is, we want to have a talk with King Zhao."

"Huang Boren?" Bi Youlong looked strange. "Boss Zhao, is he worthy?"

This is not an insult to Huang Boren, this is the truth.

"Isn't Lu Ci here? Let him go." Zhao Fangxu said.

Lu Ci, that mad dog?
Bi Youlong thought for a while and said softly, "Will he agree?"

"Will do."

Zhao Fangxu smiled slightly when he heard this. He knew that Lu Ci was a man with a sinister character and decisive actions.

Although he sometimes has a hot temper, his strength and wisdom are unquestionable.

Moreover, as a descendant of Lu Hui, King Zhao would not touch him easily.

"Okay, I'll contact them." Bi Youlong quickly took out his cell phone.

He knew very well that as the inheritor of the art of longevity, King Zhao played a vital role in the Dragon Kingdom.

If we can successfully negotiate with King Zhao, perhaps we can gain more initiative for the Dragon Kingdom.

Bi Youlong dialed Huang Boren's number.

Huang Boren's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mr. Bi, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Huang, I have a task for you." Bi Youlong said in a serious tone, leaving no room for questioning.

Huang Boren frowned and answered reluctantly: "What mission?"

"Let Lu Ci go to see King Zhao." Bi Youlong stated the purpose concisely and clearly.

Huang Boren was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting such a task. He hesitated for a moment, then said: "Is this... is this appropriate? Lu Ci's current situation..." "This is the company's task, and the situation is urgent now." Bi Youlong interrupted Huang Boren and said more firmly.

Huang Boren sighed. He knew Bi Youlong's character. Once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

He said helplessly: "Okay, I'll let him know."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Boren walked to the deck and saw Lu Ci standing with his hands behind his back, with a gloomy face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He coughed lightly, attracting Lu Ci's attention.

"Master Lu, Mr. Bi has a task for you." Huang Boren tried his best to make his tone sound calm.

Lu Ci turned around, frowning: "What mission?"

"Go and see King Zhao." Huang Boren replied.

Lu Ci's face became even gloomier. He was silent for a while, then asked, "Why me?"

"You are the descendant of the Zhao King's tomb guards." Huang Boren smiled shyly.

"That's it?" Lu Ci had a blank expression on his face.

Huang Boren was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "The company knows that you can control the blood slaves. They think that only Master Lu can handle the current situation in Japan."

Lu Ci raised his eyebrows, what does this mean.

Is the company putting pressure on you?
But it's not something that can't be done.

"Within the scope of my position, I am willing to go." Lu Ci thought about it again and again and finally agreed.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but sigh secretly when he heard this: "This old Biden has always stood on Lu Hui's side. He is really a lunatic."

King Zhao and his gang are at war with the entire United States.

Now that you can still stand with King Zhao, aren't you afraid of being liquidated after King Zhao is gone?
Sure enough, Lu Ci’s nickname of mad dog was not for nothing.

Wang Zhenqiu heard this and sneered, "You don't understand, the old man has a sharp eye, he thinks King Zhao will not lose."

"That's a nuclear bomb!" Zhang Chulan shouted in a low voice.

They already know that the United States is going to use nuclear bombs.

"Who knows what other unknown methods the King of Zhao has?" Wang Zhenqiu didn't go into details. After saying this, he walked aside to get some fresh air.

Zhang Chulan always found it a little unbelievable. Could King Zhao withstand a nuclear bomb?
After the negotiation was over, Huang Boren said, "Mr. Lu is a kind and righteous man," and Lu Ci left.

The rooftop of Tokyo's tallest building.

Zhu Li was now leisurely looking at the map of Japan.

The sunlight shone through the clouds onto him, giving him a golden halo.

His figure looked particularly tall and majestic among the tall buildings.

Fukushima has been completely controlled, and Zhu Li has gradually moved to Tokyo.

Tang Mi walked over, stood beside Zhu Li, and whispered, "Brother Lu's descendant is approaching Tokyo. Do you want to meet him?"

Zhu Li heard this and slowly turned his head, his eyes flashing with interest: "Since you are the descendant of Brother Lu, I will naturally meet you."

Tang Mi nodded.

"That boy is quite brave and can perfectly inherit the Ice Melting." Zhu Li continued with a hint of admiration in his tone.

"Brother Lu will be very happy to know that his descendants can actually master this unique skill. This is not a skill that ordinary people can master!" Tang Mi smiled.

Zhu Li smiled slightly: "Yes, after all, inheriting the Ice Solution is not easy. This thing, although not as difficult as the Pill Devouring, is almost the same."

"When he arrives, bring him to see the king."

"Yes."

Lu Ci was riding a giant black bird, soaring over the island of Japan.

The giant bird's wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and every flap brought up a gust of wind.

Its feathers are shiny black, like the deepest part of the night sky.

When he first stepped onto the island of Japan, when Lu Ci used the Ice Melting Technique, he found that he could actually control these blood slaves.

He stood in front of the giant bird, forming seals with his hands and muttering something. This was a strange spell from the Ice-Resolving Technique.
As the sound of his incantation became more and more mundane, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and the water vapor in the air condensed into frost, covering the ground.

Those originally ferocious blood slaves began to tremble under the chill, and their eyes became confused and submissive.

He also discovered that many of the blood slaves were basically followers of Ancestor Lu Hui.

However, Lu Ci discovered that the largest number of them should be the blood slaves of Geng Qing, the tomb guard of Henglian.

These blood slaves all have special marks on their bodies, which are the marks left by their former master, Zhu Li, the founder of the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique.

Lu Ci's heart moved, he realized that these blood slaves were not ordinary beings, but had special significance.

In fact, Lu Ci didn’t know that the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique was all-encompassing, including ice melting.

This was the immortal technique that Zhu Li had spent more than fifty years collecting and creating during his lifetime. It combined the spiritual energy and power of laws between heaven and earth, and possessed infinite changes and magical powers.

Ice melting is one of them. It is a kind of power that can freeze everything, make everything still, and transform the body into elements, which is a terrifying magic.

Lu Ci practiced Ice Melting, which was equivalent to practicing the broken fragments of immortal magic.

Immortal magic is naturally one of the methods to control blood slaves.

The power of immortal magic comes from the most original power between heaven and earth, and it can transcend the understanding of ordinary people.

This is especially true for special beings like blood slaves.

Only those who have mastered the immortal arts can truly control them for their own benefit.

Lu Ci can be said to have benefited from the help of his ancestor.

Soon, Lu Ci arrived at the top of the tallest building in Tokyo.

No, it should be this giant black bird that brought him here from the beginning.

It seemed to be very familiar with this place and flew directly to the roof.

Sure enough, when Lu Ci looked down, he saw a woman.

She was wearing gorgeous clothes and had a noble and elegant temperament. It was Tang Mi.

"Junior, nice to meet you, Senior Tang." Lu Ci quickly jumped off the back of the giant bird, then saluted, his tone respectful and humble.

Then he looked up and saw Zhu Li looking at the sand table map not far away.

Zhu Li was tall and slender, at least two meters tall, and wore a scarlet dragon robe, looking mighty and domineering.

His face was strong and resolute, his eyes as mysterious and deep as the sea of ​​stars.

The whole person exudes an awe-inspiring aura, as if a red jade god has descended to the earth.

"I, the humble Lu Ci, pay my respects to Your Highness." Lu Ci hurriedly knelt down and paid his respects, his voice revealing a hint of respect and humility.

He lowered his head almost to the ground.

The reason why he called himself a lowly person was because he had looked up history and knew that merchants in the Ming Dynasty were all lowly people.

Although the Lu family is indeed a family of extraordinary people, they are also a wealthy and powerful family in business.

But times have changed, and merchants are no longer considered a lowly class.

However, when facing the King of Zhao, Lu Ci still had to pay his respects according to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty and called himself a lowly person.

"Master Lu, there's no need to be so polite." Zhu Li slowly turned around and spoke.

His eyes are deep and bright, as if they can see through everything, making people feel awe involuntarily.

When he heard Zhu Li calling him "Lu Ci, the head of the Lu family", he was immediately flattered.

An inexplicable excitement and emotion surged in his heart, as if a warm current was flowing through his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Li, his eyes full of gratitude and respect.

He knew that being recognized and respected by this legendary figure was a supreme honor and a great motivation for him.

"Don't dare!"

He knew very well that there was a big gap between his identity and status and Zhu Li's, so he did not dare to be proud or complacent in the slightest.

Zhu Li smiled slightly and seemed satisfied with Lu Ci's reaction.

"You have been in the waters of Japan for so many days, and now you are running errands for the company to come here to see me, what can I do for you?"

(End of this chapter)