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

Chapter 70 Zhu Li: How can the technique of obtaining the Eight Wonders reach the sky?

Now I'm worried about how to get back.

Zhuge Qing hurriedly asked: "Bilian, where are you?"

Before Zhang Chulan could say anything, Wang grabbed the phone and asked, "Bilian?"

"Master Wang?" Zhang Chulan was not surprised.

Wang Ye also knew that the company must have known their itinerary.

The two of them came to Japan not to cause trouble, so they naturally went through formal channels, which can be seen by checking the information on the Internet.

"Bilian, let me ask you a few questions."

Wang Ye seemed calm and spoke slowly.

"Master Wang, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know!" said Zhang Chulan.

Wang Ye was also someone he wanted to win over.

Sister Baoer has a special identity, so the more people there are, the better, so that they can protect her well.

This time he took the initiative to call in order to show goodwill and pull Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye to his camp.

Once the incident at the Zhao King's Tomb is over, everything will return to normal. If Feng Baobao's identity is exposed by then, she will still have a way out.

Zhang Chulan has always been smart. Why not use this opportunity to win favor?
Wang Ye was silent for a moment, and then he said softly, "There are hundreds of people in the alien group, including the first bloody rain in Fukushima. Did you also participate?"

Zhang Chulan opened his mouth slightly.

He didn't expect that Wang Ye would start talking about just this one thing.

This is really unfair to say.

Wang Ye knew it when he heard the silence on the other end of the phone. He shook his head and said, "In this matter, the company is also an accomplice?"

"." Zhang Chulan really didn't know how to answer.

"Bilian, say something!" Zhuge Qing shouted from the side.

“Everything that is done now is the personal work of our ancestors.”

Zhang Chulan flatly denied it, saying that this was a very serious sin and not something that ordinary people could bear.

More than 300 aliens in the group died in the abandoned factory. Although most of them were foreigners, there were also many aliens from Dragon Country among them. Those people deserved to die because they had aliens in their lives.

But it’s still the same sentence.

Too many people died, and they all became the induction of the large formation.

Even if Zhang Chulan felt that too much debt was not a burden, he would never admit this.

Wang Ye sneered: "Are our ancestors so good at using mobile phones now? They can even post phishing posts on the website?"

Zhang Chulan gave a dry laugh.

This was really done by Er Zhuang.

Although Lu Hui and others are smart, it is not easy for them to adapt to modern life so quickly.

They asked how they could bring the Inhumans together, and the company came up with this idea.

Unexpectedly, these people were gathered together and sacrificed alive.

"Master Wang, look at what you said. We didn't know the actions of these ancestors at the beginning, right?" Zhang Chulan said.

Wang Ye: “.”

Zhang Chulan comforted him, "Master Wang, don't think too much."

Wang Ye smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could he not think too much?
"Well, just think of these ancestors as being here for tourism. It has nothing to do with me. Overthinking will only lead to confusion. Things have come to this point." Zhang Chulan could only use these words to comfort himself and Wang Ye.

Wang Ye sighed: "Bilian, this is not how it is calculated!"

It's not that he pities the lives of these Japanese people.

Instead, he knew that everything he did had cause and effect.

For example, if you are helping King Zhao now, King Zhao can protect you.

But what happens after King Zhao finishes his work and starts building the mausoleum again?
King Zhao himself can continue to rest in peace in the tomb, but those who have helped him in the past will inevitably be held accountable.

There is no escaping this.

The identity information of the three hundred strange people has not been announced yet. This is because big things are happening one after another, and when the families of the deceased are waiting to settle accounts, can anyone escape?
Nowadays, not only is Naduotong powerful in the world, but other forces also have many hidden things.

Now that the matter has been sorted out, every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. They can't provoke the source, and they can't deal with the people under the source?

The deeper the involvement of this matter, the heavier the consequences will be, and no one can afford it.

Let’s not talk about the company’s temporary workers, let’s talk about Lu Ci.

Why doesn't Lu Hui want his descendants to get involved?
It was because, when Lu Hui was around, Lu Ci could do whatever he wanted, and even if the truth was exposed, Lu Hui could keep the Lu family safe.

But what if Lu Hui is no longer here?
Who can come to protect the Lu family?

Even if Lu Hui passed down the ice solution, it would take time for the tribesmen to learn it.

Taking a step back, even if there are three or five ruthless people in the Lu family who have learned how to melt ice, can they deal with all the strange people in the world?

Among these three hundred aliens, there are people from Behemoth, people from Mother Earth, and the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi and other forces. The Lu family is waiting to be liquidated, and no one can escape.

There will always be a time when you, Lu Hui, are not here, right? When you go back to the mausoleum and fall asleep, I will show you how I will kill your descendants.

There is only a thief who steals for a thousand days, so how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?
When descendants of the Lu family go out, they should be careful with the back of their heads, as they never know when they might be harmed by others.

The same reason.

The Lu family will be liquidated, so where will that lead to?

Although no action was taken at Nadutong, the temporary workers did contribute their efforts.

We can’t handle everything, so how can we deal with you temporary workers?
When Naduotong faces pressure, no one knows whether it will fire the temporary workers to take the blame.
After all, this is the nature of the company. Others may not know it, but Wang Ye knows it clearly.

Anyway, from the company's perspective, temporary workers are now time bombs, so it is better to take this opportunity to deal with them.

Although Wang Ye disliked Zhang Chulan, he didn't want to see this kid make a fool of himself.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were shrouded in shadows, and he said faintly: "Master Wang, we are already standing on the cliff, what else is there to be afraid of?"

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye were silent.

It seems to be quite right.

If Feng Baobao is really found to have an unclear relationship with Wu Gensheng, she will also be held accountable.

"Where are you?" Wang also shook his head and shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind. There was no point in thinking too much, so he just had to wait for things to develop.

We can only respond as the opponent attacks us. What else can we do?

Zhang Chulan said: "Just head to Nagano Pier, and Sister Baoer and I will pick you up by speedboat."

"Okay, let's meet and talk."

Zhuge Qing hung up the phone and looked at the endless ocean.

It is night time now.

The entire ocean was as brightly lit as the land, and ships kept honking their horns, like frightened birds, trying to quickly escape from Japan.

The sky was filled with blood, making the ocean even darker.

Japan, whose burial place is it?

It’s hard to explain!
The rooftop of the tallest building in Fukushima.

In front of Zhu Li, the stage was built in an extremely simple manner, as if it was put together temporarily.

The lights on the stage were dim, with only a few swaying oil lamps emitting a faint light, illuminating the distorted figures of the actors.

Their movements were stiff and unnatural, as if they were controlled by some force and had lost their vitality.

The actors on the stage had pale faces and empty eyes, without a trace of life.

Their bodies were twisted beyond belief, with arms twisted at strange angles and bodies bent as if they were broken.

Their clothes were tattered, stained with blood, and gave off a sickening stench.

The melody of the opera is low and strange, full of sadness and despair.

Anyone who knows what it is can immediately tell that this is the story of Yue Fei's resistance against the Jin army.

Zhu Li didn't read it, but just sat there looking at the text in his hand.

"Does this really sound good? Today's actors no longer have that flavor, and this is not what's popular nowadays." Tang Feng scratched his head. He didn't feel anything about the weird scene. He just felt that the singing of these modern actors was meaningless.

Chang Cheng did not respond, and the others just stood there silently.

The opera on the stage continues.

Every note is like a cry from hell, which is creepy. The actors' voices are hoarse and harsh, and they sound like the wail of torn throats.

The background scenery on the stage was also extremely strange, with some blurry human figures and distorted patterns painted on them.

These patterns seemed to be constantly changing, sometimes showing some terrifying faces, and sometimes disappearing.

"Interesting." Zhu Li put down the book in his hand, picked up another book and continued reading.

He was surrounded by piles of books, all of which were books about modern knowledge. He needed to learn quickly and integrate into current life.

It’s not that he wants to live in modern times, but without a certain degree of understanding of modern knowledge, he will make misjudgments when making decisions.

Although he felt that there should be no one or force in this world that could compete with him, but like a lion fighting a rabbit, it would use all its strength and not let problems arise in small matters. It would be funny if it capsized in the gutter.

Chang Cheng introduced: "I never thought that the world would develop in this direction."

Zhu Li said as he read the book, "Who can predict the course of history? I really like what this book says about the limitations of history. It's quite profound."

Tang Feng and others looked at each other.

When they came out, they started researching mobile phones, computers, and all kinds of hot weapons. What is the prince researching? I don't quite understand.

Zhu Li was looking at the book, but he seemed to have noticed the expressions of his subordinates, and chuckled, "I told you to read more books on weekdays, but you insisted on herding cattle. Now that there is a great opportunity to learn, you want to show off your strength and violence. It's really boring."

"Your Highness, we have used up our brains on martial arts practice, so we can't read any more books." Tang Feng said with a silly smile.

Zhu Li shook his head and continued to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

The night in Fukushima is dead silent, and the entire city is shrouded in an invisible oppression.

The moonlight sprinkled on the empty streets, casting mottled shadows.

The eerie figures of the actors were infinitely magnified in the moonlight.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

The silence on the street seemed to be magnified several times, and every tiny sound could echo in this silence.

The wilderness was filled with the actors' lines, as if this was the only sound left in the world, the sound from hell.

"The Jiashen Rebellion, the Eight Unusual Skills?" Zhu Li's eyes lit up and he murmured.

For the first time, he turned his eyes away from the book and looked at the stage.

The actors on the stage twisted their bodies and moved like wooden men, which made Zhu Li feel a little bit curious.

In the past, there was a thing called puppet show that was introduced to the Ming Dynasty and it even set off a craze in the Ming Dynasty. Now watching the actors perform, it feels like a puppet show.

Zhu Li knew a lot about the Jiashen Rebellion. It was just a man named Wu Gensheng, who caused the alliance of geniuses from various forces and families, and then some incidents that arose.

The most important thing is the fight for the Eight Great Skills.

He fully understood the Eight Wonders.

The origin of Qi, the arrest of spirits and the dispatch of generals, the Tongtian talisman, the Fenghou Qimen, the double-handed hands, the hundred refinements of the magic machine, the six-treasure immortal thief, and the Daluo Cave.
"Can the Tongtian Talisman really reach the sky?" Zhu Li said softly, leaning back in his chair with his eyes half closed.

He was only interested in the Tongtian Talisman.

This represents the ultimate power of the talisman.

There is no need to set up an altar, circulate Qi, or do any preparation in advance. Even a Shangqing master who specializes in talismans will take several hours to complete. However, the Tongtian Talisman can enable people to draw talismans at will, and can draw a large number of talismans in a very short time.

Zhu Li has a deep understanding of drawing talismans.

After all, he needs to protect his coffin and cannot leave this matter to outsiders, otherwise, wouldn't that be putting his life in the hands of outsiders?

Therefore, he learned a lot of knowledge about talismans and can be regarded as a top expert in the use of talismans.

Zhu Li knew in his heart that in order to make the coffin-suppressing talisman, he had killed a five-hundred-year-old tiger monster from the Northeast and used its blood as an inducement.

Tongtian Talisman, is it possible to refine a talisman of this level without collecting materials?

If it were possible, it would be truly unstoppable.

Zhu Li's eyes flickered.

It is not impossible to take the path of Tongtian Lu.

Theoretically speaking, it is possible to draw out of thin air, but if one wants to draw a coffin-suppressing talisman, the missing blood of the five hundred-year-old tiger spirit will need to be compensated by one's own Qi.

This Qi is huge.

I guess even if you drain all the Qi from the bodies of four or five Lu Jins, you can only barely draw it.

This Tongtian Talisman can actually make up for such a huge amount of Qi.

Could it be that it really reaches the sky?
"Miss Tang, have you ever seen the current successor of Tongtian Lu?"

Zhu Li couldn't help but take a look at the modern clothes Tang Mi was wearing.

Especially black silk.

The black stockings were like a layer of mist, gently covering her slender thighs, clinging to her skin and outlining her perfect curves.

Every time she moved, her black stockings shone with an alluring luster.

Moisturized and smooth, nothing more than that.

Her thighs were long and well-proportioned, with smooth lines, like a sculptor's masterpiece.

Now with the addition of black stockings, it exudes a mysterious and seductive aura.

Every step you take makes your heart beat faster and you are overwhelmed by the beautiful picture.

Who studied this thing?
Zhu Li was in a detached state of mind and just glanced at it before looking away.

He still understands the principle of not looking at what is inappropriate.

"I have seen it, but it's very ordinary." Tang Mi stretched his body and crossed his thighs deliberately, but when he saw Zhu Li looking away, he felt a little disappointed.

People on the Internet say that black stockings are charming, but it seems that it doesn’t work on Your Highness!

"Oh, is the Tongtian Talisman just a name?" Zhu Li asked.

Tang Mi shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. That person's research on talismans is really unsightly. I guess he has only used the Tongtian Talisman to a certain extent. He only knows some basic talismans, and he doesn't know more advanced talismans."

Zhu Li nodded slightly.

"It's useless for him to learn this thing. Maybe if the prince learns it, the effect may be better." Tang Mi said.

The prince she was referring to was naturally Zhu Gaosui, the adopted son of Zhu Di given to Zhu Li.

"It's better not to let him learn it. Gao Sui is an arrogant child. Even if he were given the military command, he would dare to rebel against the King of Han during the most prosperous period of the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Li rarely smiled.

The prosperity of the Ming Dynasty is always missed.

Unfortunately, after reading the history books, he discovered that since he faked his death and was buried, the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty had rapidly declined.

Zhu Li's thoughts suddenly became vague.

Just like when people get old, they always like to miss the past.

He thought a lot, including his brother, the child Zhu Gaosui, and the Fengtian Rebellion that overthrew Emperor Jianwen.

Zhu Gaoxu was born into a powerful family, so Zhu Di was not worried.

As Zhu Gaosui seemed to be doing nothing, Zhu Di thought of adopting him to his ninth brother.

Zhu Li also knew that Zhu Di adopted the child to him, firstly to have an heir, and secondly to see if he could learn something from him by adopting the child to him.

He had no children in his life, and considering his fourth brother's kindness, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Besides, this kid really fulfilled his filial duty to him.

Therefore, he still liked Zhu Gaosui quite a lot.

Just look at the fate of the brothers Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui.

After the two brothers' rebellion failed, Zhu Gaoxu was made into braised chicken, and all his descendants were executed, and the lineage of the King of Han was extinct.

As for Zhu Gaosui, it was Zhu Li who finally came out to rescue him and imprisoned him in the capital. However, the lineage of King Zhao was not cut off and was passed on to the second legitimate son Zhu Zhanhan.

After all, no matter how bold Zhu Zhanji was, he didn't dare to cut off the title of the descendants of his fourth master. Although he was adopted, Zhu Li accepted him.

Moreover, Zhu Zhanji was not stupid. He knew that even his grandfather Zhu Di was courteous to the Ninth Master.

"There is also Quan Xing. I didn't expect that this thousand-year-old evil sect still exists today." Zhu Li came back to his senses and continued to speak slowly.

Unexpectedly, this thing became the source of the Jiashen Rebellion.

Wu Gensheng is the leader of Quan Xing.

He knew about Quan Xing. After all, the black-robed prime minister Yao Guangxiao who was carried into the Taimiao by his fourth brother had once been the leader of this evil sect.

However, the Quan Xing at that time was not completely a cult. After all, they worked for the emperor, and although the emperor did not define them as upright, he did not dare to put it in the open.

To put it bluntly, I can use it, but you still can't see it in public.

(End of this chapter)