History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

After examining Mo Qin's left arm injury, Old Ding said in a low voice.

"It healed quite quickly."

After saying that, he lowered his head and fiddled with the tinderbox, not looking at it again.

Mo Qin looked up at him but didn't reply.

I just had a vague feeling that Old Ding's glance just now wasn't just a casual remark, but more like he was weighing something.

Old soldier Ding and headman Zhao were old acquaintances.

The other day, when Zhao Tou was cursing and swearing, he mentioned his new apprentice quite a bit.

Old Ding initially thought he was just lucky to have found a large skeleton.

But after that one look, my thoughts changed.

This kid is more than just big-boned.

By the time I ate my sixth bowl, the channel started flooded with messages.

"Another one has died in the capital."

"Who?"

"I'm on the side of the main war. We were ambushed last night, it was just a matter of one stab."

"Holy crap, that fast?"

"Don't pretend Liaodong is safe. Someone's been counting people lately."

"What does 'calling people' mean?"

"Recognize faces. Find out who's close to whom, who often goes to the central command, and who shouts the loudest before taking action."

"Do you think this is child's play? If the aid-to-Korea supply line is cut off at Guangning, who benefits?"

"Dongguan Akhal-Teke Horse: I told you long ago, the emperor's territory is even more chaotic than Liaodong. Everyone was still scrambling to go there, and now they're scared?"

"The current situation is this: whoever agrees to fight the Japanese pirates, whoever is the most vocal, will be the one to get hurt."

"Damn it, I'm going to fight the Japanese pirates? Come and try to mess with me if you dare."

"I'll give it a try. I've got your ID."

"So what if I remember? Who do you think you are?"

"I am nothing. But the Qingliu Society has already taken action. Those who side with the Ming Dynasty will die. You should think it over."

The channel was quiet for a moment, then it exploded.

"The Pure Stream Society? What's that?"

"Where did this shady guild come from, talking so arrogantly?"

"A pheasant? Try being stubborn again."

"My tongue's always been sideways since I was a kid! So what? Anyone can brag on a TV channel!"

"Bullshit. The 'pure' class knows how to handle things; who are you to tell them what to do?"

At that moment, a familiar name popped up.

Wolong is in Chengdu:

"Get lost, you bunch of Manchurian remnant bastards, spouting nonsense again?"

"Supporting the Ming Dynasty means certain death? Who do you think you are?"

"You shameless traitors are sending people to the Korean War aid front? Have you no shame at all?"

The channel became even more chaotic instantly.

"Wolong, you have quite a temper."

"Hilarious, finally someone's started cursing."

"The Manchu Heritage Association? That nickname has some significance."

"Wolong, watch your mouth."

Wolong is in Chengdu:

"I'll show you my ass. You're helping the enemy disrupt the Korean War front, and you're acting like you're something special. What are you if not Manchu remnants?"

"If you're so capable, don't just talk big in the chat, come out and have a go."

"After we cross the river, I'll see who dies first."

Mo Qin stared at the words, his finger hovering over the rim of the bowl.

Qingliu meeting.

This is the first time I've heard this name.

And it also has a sinister feel to it, and it's somewhat similar to Xiao?

Before I could think about it, a private chat popped up in the bottom right corner.

Wolong is Chengdu.

"Did you just see that?"

Mo Qin replied with an "Mm".

The other party replied almost instantly.

"Keep a low profile on the channel lately, and don't say anything if you see this."

Why?

"Because these bastards aren't just all talk, they actually know how to pick people on."

Mo Qin narrowed his eyes. Could Xu Qing be one of their people?

What is the origin of the Qingliu Society?

Wolong remained silent for a minute.

"I don't know much, just one thing. These people are filthy; once you're involved, you can't get rid of them. People in the gaming community call them the 'Manchu Relics Association' behind their backs, and they're not just saying that for nothing."

"Isn't what they want a reward?"

"Definitely not. Otherwise, they wouldn't have started clearing people out so early."

"Was it related to them that they surrounded me last night?"

"It's pretty much a done deal. You're currently in Liaodong aiding Korea, you even blocked Li Rusong's arrow, and you've shown yourselves in the front camp. If it were me, I would have found a way to get rid of you."

Mochin lowered his head and finished the last sip of soup.

"Then let them come."

Wolong is from Chengdu, he then added.

"Don't be impulsive. Don't underestimate the Qingliu faction. Someone like Xu Qing wouldn't even be considered a peripheral figure in their ranks."

"Understood."

"I don't know anything. Just remember, the real test comes after we cross the river."

Mo Qin thanked him, and Lin Jun walked in from outside the kitchen.

She didn't look well.

"Did you see the channel?"

"Um."

"Qingliu Society."

Lin Jun sat down opposite him and only said those three words.

Mo Qin looked up at her.

I've heard this name once before.

"The last world?"

"Um."

"What's their background?"

Lin Jun paused for a moment.

"I don't know the details. But one thing is certain: this group is dangerous and they're after something big."

"What are they trying to do? Conquer the Earth?"

"I'm not sure, but I'd guess pretty much!"

Mo Qin raised an eyebrow.

"Please speak like a human being."

"In other words, this aid to Korea must contain something of great value; otherwise, they wouldn't be acting like mad dogs, frantically eliminating anyone who gets in their way. Hasn't the capital already taken action?"

Mo Qin understood now; it meant that those four from last night would be clinging to him like a persistent leech.

He slowly put the empty bowl down and shook his head from side to side.

Lin Jun frowned as she watched Mo Qin shake his neck as if he had a stiff neck.

Are you nervous?

Mo Qin looked up at her and burst into laughter.

"I'm not afraid of him at all! I just feel that this matter has gone too far."

Lin Jun rolled her eyes at him.

"You must have some serious illness?"

"Maybe. Physical stimulation can make you stronger, and psychological stimulation will probably have a similar effect."

Speak like a human.

In plain terms, they want to pull this nail out of me, so let them try. If they can't pull the nail out, they'll be the ones who get hurt.

Lin Jun couldn't help but laugh when she saw that he was pretending again.

"Okay. Keep bragging. You're so good, next time someone comes to wake you up in the middle of the night, don't call me. Just go for it by yourself."

"Are you afraid I'll die?"

"It's alright, I'll collect your body if you die."

"Okay, then remember to bury my gun too."

"roll."

Lin Jun got up and left.

Mo Qin watched her retreating figure, but slowly his smile faded.

Qingliu meeting...

Manchu Heritage Association...

Remember my name first. We'll settle accounts with you slowly after we cross the Yalu River.

Meanwhile, outside Guangningwei City, in an abandoned manor.

The man with the eyebrow scar sat at a broken table, wiping his knife.

The blade was narrow, the blood had been wiped clean, leaving only a sliver of cold light.

Someone nearby lowered their voice.

"Your Highness, Xu Qing is dead. What about the other lines in our camp?"

The man with the eyebrow scar didn't stop what he was doing.

"Change the player to follow up."

"What about the guy with the gun and the woman?"

The man with the scar on his eyebrow raised his knife and examined the blade against the snow light filtering through the crack in the window.

"It's a man, continue the investigation."

"Checked. 100% newbie, this is their first world. Beyond that, no other worlds can be found."

The man with the eyebrow scar paused.

"Can't find it?"

"Your Highness, we cannot find the information."

The man with the eyebrow scar slowly sheathed his knife.

"This kid is going to be a huge problem later!"

"Tell your men to keep a close eye on this person."

The person next to him responded in a low voice, then asked:

"And then what?"

The man with the eyebrow scar walked to the window and looked at the snow outside.

"Let them feel like this is over first."

"After crossing the river, the road ahead is still long. There will always be times when he's alone."

He stood there, his face calm.

"Once we get to North Korea, we'll kill him."