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Chapter 218 Begonia Blossoming (Please subscribe and vote)
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The palm continued to stretch outward, revealing an arm covered with scales and bone spurs.

A white turbid liquid similar to amniotic fluid was brought out by the movement of the arm and flowed down along the skin of the fleshy ball.

The hideous and terrifying arm gently moved in the air a few times, as if adapting to the external environment.

Then it swung back suddenly and grabbed the upper left side of the purple-red ball.

Pull hard!
He tore off the skin that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

After a night of evolution, Wang Laoshi has completely changed.

The whole body is covered with rough scales, like burnt rocks.

Short, thick bone spurs with blood grooves protruded from his elbows, shoulder blades, knees, and spine on his back.

The two eyes also changed. The left eyeball was filled with a pupil like honeycomb coal, while the right eyeball had vertical stripes like those of cats.

Like a demon crawling out of the killing hell.

"Power! Such a powerful power!"

Wang Laoshi exclaimed excitedly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his sharp teeth like saw teeth were exposed.

Feeling the endless power surging in his body, he even had the urge to break the sky.

If he had this kind of strength earlier, he would have been able to beat Mr. Wang's flesh and bones into pieces as fine as meat sauce.

"I really want to hit something!"

Just as Wang Laoshi looked around and was about to find something suitable to hit, there was a noise outside the house.

Wang Laoshi, disturbed by the sound, frowned and realized that it was not appropriate to study his new body here, so he strode out.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw a group of maids and servants appearing in the yard outside.

After finding out that the guards and the housekeepers were dead, the servants didn't know what happened. After discussing for a long time, they went to the yard where Wang Yuanwai was resting.

I don't know whether he was concerned about Mr. Wang's safety or wanted to confirm whether he was alive or dead.

Who would have thought that as soon as I entered the yard, I saw Wang Laoshi coming out of the room.

The appearance that looked like a demon from hell instantly frightened the maids and servants so much that they fled in all directions in panic.

"Demon, monster!"

"Run!"

"Help, there's a monster!"

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Not to mention these servants who don't know martial arts, even the warriors who fight with swords and sabers every day would tremble with fear when seeing Boss Wang in this state.

Pushing away a silly maid who was running towards him in panic, Wang Laoshi bent his knees and jumped hard onto the roof.

Then, with the sound of tiles popping, he jumped from the roof and left the mansion.

We left the town before dawn.

After they discovered that the demon had disappeared, the servants who had been running around like headless flies gradually calmed down.

After a while, a servant finally brave enough walked into the house to check, and soon found Mr. Wang's bloody body.

Then, with a shout that the master was dead, the servants in the yard scattered away in an instant like a swarm of bees set off by firecrackers.

The free servants searched the mansion and fought over what they considered valuables.

The slaves who had signed the indenture also wanted to take this opportunity to escape, so they ran to places like the study and the accounting office.

Later, no one knew who set the fire, but the entire mansion was burned down.

The whole town was shrouded in thick smoke and flames, and the town's yamen runners were also alarmed.

Unfortunately, by the time they arrived, the fire could no longer be put out.
Poor Mr. Wang hid in Northern Qi for more than ten years, but did not leave any children. The family property he had accumulated through hard work (crossed out) and plunder was now destroyed.

In the mountains thirty miles north of the town, Wang Laoshi had just finished testing his own strength.

Because of the changes in the nature of his body, the fourth-grade true qi that Wang Laoshi had obtained with great difficulty by destroying his body was wasted.

However, his strength increased instead of decreased.

The body of the Horned Demon made his body extremely powerful, and his physical strength alone was enough to rival that of a seventh-grade warrior.

You know, in today's world, a seventh-rank warrior has already left the middle class and has one foot in the upper class.

With such strength, he could bully people in smaller places. Even in the capital city of Northern Qi, he could become a high-ranking official just by his military strength.

"The Lord of Distortion who controls the divine power of life, the master of all things, the great god of destiny."

"Your faithful followers pray to you, asking you to send down divine revelations and show the way forward for the lost lambs."

Wang Laoshi fell to the ground facing the sun and prayed according to the information in his mind.

The morning breeze blew, stirring the branches and leaves of the tree canopy in the forest. The rustling sound seemed to mock Wang Laoshi's foolish behavior.

However, Wang Laoshi remained unmoved and continued to lie on the ground, praying meticulously.

I don't know how long it took.
A piece of information suddenly appeared in Wang Laoshi's mind. After carefully reading the content of the information, Wang Laoshi stood up with fanatical eyes.

The bone spurs all over his body were also hissing back and soon disappeared. The raised scales on his body also became much smoother.

If he put on his clothes, Wang Laoshi would look no different from an ordinary person except that his eyes would be a little more noticeable.

"Great God of Destiny, the ruler of all things, your will is the direction in which I move forward!"

"Any behavior that harms life will be punished!"

Wang Laoshi said with a firm look.

Then he found the nearest place from the information just now and prepared to complete his mission.

"I will definitely pay back the four hundred and two coins on behalf of the great God of Destiny!"

"One penny, one life!"

Bang!
After a muffled sound, the forest became quiet again, except for an inch-deep footprint that appeared inexplicably.

In a small town in the north of Yizhou, Mu Sheng, who had changed his clothes, was sitting on the top floor of a restaurant.

While eating, I watched the people coming and going downstairs and experienced the customs and culture of this world.

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Has it evolved yet? I wonder what it will look like."

Mu Sheng stopped twirling the wine glass and focused his consciousness on the connection in his mind.

In an instant, Wang Laoshi's memory opened up to him.

There are the innocent playfulness of childhood, the hard work of adulthood, the grief of losing a daughter, and the bitter hatred of ten years.

There is also the joy of revenge and the process of distorted evolution.

"Scales and bone spurs. Judging from the body shape, it is evolving towards strength."

"Is it because what Wang Laoshi desires most is the power of revenge?"

Mu Sheng watched with great interest the memory of Wang Laoshi as he tested his body, and put in his mental effort to experience it for himself.

This ability was obtained by Mu Sheng when he refined the blood of the giant. It came from the ability of the Attack Titan to see the memories of the heirs of the previous generation and have a conversation when he was able to touch the royal blood. However, the original ability had some time attributes, and after changing the world, it completely became a memory check.

"An oracle?"

"Then help me pay the money back!"

"I still have a lot of the 520 coins I owe Mr. Wang. Now that he's dead, I'll give it back to those people who were also Nanqing's secret agents!"

"I am so particular. I am really too particular." Mu Sheng admired the behavior of people like himself who would never let go of their debts even after death.

At the same time, he also didn't understand what Wang Yuanwai was doing. You are a spy, why don't you just gather information and pass on intelligence instead of engaging in land annexation?

Or is it just plain bad?
The list and contact information taken out from Mr. Wang's memory were passed to Wang Laoshi through the connections in his mind.

Mu Sheng also unlocked his ability to use the distortion core to control body changes.

"What should we do next?"

“Just killing as many people as possible and disrupting the plot to go to the next world? It doesn’t seem interesting.”

"Or do you want to intervene in the plot and stir up love affairs and intrigues among officials?"

"Or be a Cao thief? Cholera harem?"

"Or should we rectify the chaos and bring this world's style back on track?"

Mu Sheng scratched his head and didn't know which one to choose for a moment.

Then he won’t make a choice. Maybe after a while, some mysterious power will give him some revelation!

Ten days later.
Mu Shengcai appeared unsteadily outside the city of Shangjing in Northern Qi.

Ever since Wang Laoshi was given the task ten days ago, he has been traveling around, experiencing the customs and culture of Northern Qi, while heading towards the capital.

It is only the third year of the Qingli period, and there is still a year before the protagonist goes to Kyoto. He is not in a hurry to go to Qing Kingdom because the big show has not started yet.

Let’s first take a look at the capital of Northern Qi.

The overall architectural style of Shangjing City has a strong military style, emphasizing spaciousness, solidity and durability.

The city walls were built high and thick, and even if they were to be blown up with explosives, they would have to use several times more than others.

The streets in the city are straight and wide, crisscrossing like a chessboard, which is a blessing for people with poor sense of direction.

Mom doesn’t have to worry about me getting lost anymore!

"Come and take a look, the soap from Nanqing has a floral scent that will make you..."

"Baozi, big meat buns fresh out of the oven"

“Fresh fruits and vegetables”

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The streets are filled with the sound of hawkers on both sides of the street, full of vitality.

Although Northern Qi was not as wealthy as Southern Qing, it was siphoned off a lot of blood by Southern Qing, which used the technology brought by Ye Qingmei to produce various daily necessities.

But as the capital of a country and an economic center, the people in Shangjing City still live a very good life.

From ancient times to the present, life under the emperor's feet has never been too bad.

I don’t know how many people can’t afford to buy a house in the capital city no matter how hard they work from birth to death, not to mention all kinds of hidden benefits.

After walking along the street from east to west and from south to north for a while, Mu Sheng quickly selected a restaurant.

Baihua Tower!
If there weren't a number of women and children in the building, Mu Sheng would have thought it was a brothel.

A hundred flowers, a hundred flowers, the moment you hear it, it reminds you of all kinds of stamens.

As soon as he entered, Mu Sheng smelled the scent of various flowers. The screen that separated the space was also embroidered with many flowers.

Immediately, a waiter came and led Mu Sheng to a table by the window, on which there was a vase of peach blossom branches.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" the waiter asked with a smile on his face.

"There are so many flowers in this restaurant. Your restaurant's specialties should all be related to flowers, right?" Mu Sheng asked.

"Sir, you guessed correctly. Our special dishes are all related to flowers. Even the wine is brewed from flower petals," replied the waiter.

"Well, then let's have eight dishes made from different flowers, and a pot of wine."

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" The waiter threw the towel over his shoulder and stepped back.

Mu Sheng looked at the surroundings with some curiosity: "Is this considered an ancient theme hotel?"

There were quite a few guests around, and most of them were wealthy people dressed in brocade clothes.

At the table next to Mu Sheng were a few rich young men dressed like scholars, who were discussing something and arguing with their faces red.

"Mr. Cao's book "Dream of Red Mansions" is simply a masterpiece of all time. The text is delicate and lively, and the story is grand and ingenious."

"I really want to know what kind of experience allowed him to write such a work? It's a pity that he is from Nanqing."

A scholar wearing a green robe, with his hair neatly tied on top of his head and a tall stature, said this with admiration and respect.

"Brother Zhou, you are overpraising me. This is just a novel about family affairs and the love affairs between playboys and girls. It is too petty and meaningless."

A scholar nearby, wearing a green brocade robe, holding a jade folding fan and with dark circles under his eyes, expressed a different opinion.

"Brother Qian, you don't understand. This book uses these to describe and express the author."

The scholar named Zhou began to talk incessantly to his companion and soon annoyed him.

The two of them started arguing, and neither could convince the other.

"Red Mansion? Isn't that the Dream of the Red Chamber copied by the protagonist? Has it been spread to Northern Qi by now?"

"The literature of this world is really in decline. That's right, after all, there is not much accumulation."

Mu Sheng, who was standing by, couldn't help but think as he listened to what was happening, that if there was no force in this kind of world setting, it would be most suitable for a protagonist with an inhuman-like memory.

It's okay to be able to copy poems of dozens of words, but it's simply inhumane to be able to copy literary works of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words.

A casual remark of poetry shocked everyone.

After another verse, the onlookers were shocked and astonished again, exclaiming that this boy was so terrifying. A ray of spiritual light emerged from the top of his head, and it was truly the God of Literature who had descended to earth.

"Hey! I think I can use this to get some coins!"

"Not to mention poetry, songs, and literary works, I can even memorize fantasy novels."

"We need to educate people of this era about the mysteriously resurrected ghosts and the old pillars of the Lord of Mysteries."

"Isn't it possible to stir up a wave of religious enthusiasm?"

As he thought about it, Mu Sheng couldn't help but laugh.

Just as he added this option to his own choices, the noise in the restaurant suddenly became louder.

Everyone was looking towards the stairs, as if some important person had arrived.

Mu Sheng also looked over curiously.

Soon, a woman dressed in gray and black clothes, with a heroic and free-spirited look, and an unruly and wild aura, appeared in everyone's sight.

(End of this chapter)