Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao

"By the way, Fourth Brother, is that grave-weeper in Quanxing called Xue Fan?"

Xu Si nodded.

"I've investigated before, and it turns out his name is indeed Xue Fan. Weeping at graves is a trade passed down from our ancestors."

"It seems that this necromancer Xue Huai and grave-crying man Xue Fan are related."

Tang Jian said at this time:

"The Xue family was considered a large family at the time."

"Back then, carrying banners to buy water was a very old business. The Book of Songs specifically recorded the funeral process of that time, which included carrying banners to buy water."

"Buying water is for the deceased to bathe before being buried."

"It is to ensure that the soul of the deceased has a smooth journey."

"The flags carrying spirits are the spirit-calling flags held by these people. They are used to inform the heavens of their death as they walk and cry."

"The Soul-Guiding Banner also has the function of guiding the dead souls to heaven."

"Originally, this was just a very ordinary alien family, and their methods were not very powerful. However, the innate supernatural power awakened by the necromancer Xue Huai was famous throughout the alien world at that time."

"If he finds the ancient alien's belongings."

"Even those legendary demigods could be summoned here."

Wang Zhenqiu was very confused at this moment.

"I know an older generation man named Quan Xing, who lived during the Republican era. However, he had a very vague impression of this necromancer; he only knew his name."

Xu Si, who was standing by, immediately responded after hearing this.

"This necromancer obviously lived in the late Qing Dynasty."

"Forget about that time. Even in today's world with highly developed information media, how many of the celebrities who were popular twenty years ago can a child know?"

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled.

"That's true. Manager Xu truly deserves to be the head of North China. Who can compare to him in terms of insight?"

Zhang Chulan looked strange after hearing this.

How did you say my words?

Logically speaking, Wang Zhenqiu shouldn't be the kind of person who likes to flatter others.

Wang Zhenqiu smiled triumphantly when he saw Zhang Chulan's eyes.

Finally I get the chance to see this kid get humiliated.

At this time, Zhang Chulan remembered that he had not yet called his master via video. After thinking about it, he gave up and asked Sister Baoer to send a voice message to his master via WeChat at night.

at this time.

Feng Baobao has continued reading.

[It's a shame that the necromancer didn't find any information about the person who was monitoring me.]

After returning from the necromancer, my mood gradually calmed down.

Although I haven't found any trace of the person who was watching me, I've figured out that if they're watching me, they must want something from me. It's best to just let things take their own course and wait and see how things develop.

The current situation in Dragon Country is becoming increasingly chaotic. Wars are raging across the land, with warlords engaged in ceaseless warfare.

Because Chen Yulou's fate had run out, the Changsheng Mountain faction he led and the warlords under him had already fallen apart.

After resigning from office, he settled in Shacheng.

I went to see him, and Chen Yulou apologized to me solemnly, saying that his ambition had led to the deaths of many people.

[Of course, I didn't blame Chen Yulou.]

[In today's chaotic world, if you want to survive, you must have something to rely on.]

Some people rely on beauty, some rely on money, some rely on power, and the strange ones rely on strength.

At this time, Partridge Whistle sent a letter, informing Chen Yulou that he had settled down in the United States and married several beautiful women. If he had trouble adapting to the domestic environment after resigning, he could come to the United States to find him.

It was only then that I realized that Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou had been in contact for a long time. If we were to think about his career, Partridge Whistle was indeed a smart man.

After hearing about Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but look at Tang Jian.

"Mr. Tang, how much do you know about the matter between this Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou?"

Everyone looked at Tang Jian at this moment.

This is an antique figure who survived the Qing Dynasty. No matter what you ask him, he will definitely be much faster than reading any notes.

At this moment, Tang Jian recalled the things about Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou.

"To be honest, I don't have a very deep impression of these two people."

"Partridge Whistle's family seems to be an archaeological family now. Many ancient civilization relics abroad were discovered by their family. They can be considered well-known figures."

"As for the Chen family, I only remember a few stock market collaborations with them back in the 1980s. Oh, and back then, they used foreign exchange certificates."

"These two families should still have a deep connection. I don't know about Partridge Whistle, but I know that Chen Yulou is still alive today."

When they heard that Chen Yulou was still alive, they blinked their eyes in disbelief.

Tang Miaoxing looked at this man who was of his grandfather's generation.

"Master Tang, is this true?"

"You have the skills left by the owner of the notebook, which can greatly extend your lifespan. But what does Chen Yulou have? How could he also live so many years?"

"Could it be that the owner of this notebook also left a technique for Chen Yulou?"

After hearing Tang Miaoxing's words, Tang Jian shook his head.

"No, I don't know."

"But my boss has countless identities in his life, and countless methods of improvement and creation."

"Perhaps Chen Yulou has actually obtained one of these techniques."

Zhang Chulan hesitated to speak at this moment.

He really wanted to say that Chen Yulou had indeed obtained the method left by the owner of the notes.

But think about it.

In the end, I stopped myself from saying anything.

After all, there is no point in talking about this kind of thing.

at this time.

Feng Baobao has continued to read the notes in her hand.

I stayed at Chen Yulou's for about half a month. During that time, a strange warrior named Liu Baiyuan came to visit and wanted to place a bet on Chen Yulou, hoping that he would regain power.

[I didn't mean to remind you that this kind of thing is almost impossible to succeed.]

This is a personal choice. I don't know what's ahead, so how can I proactively influence the fate of others?

After leaving Chen Yulou's house, I headed north, observing the situation from a bystander's perspective.

[Chen Yulou has already explained that without destiny, even if you are more powerful than Xiang Yu, you will ultimately fail.]

【So, all I can do is to help when I see injustice. 】

【Try to eliminate the injustice before my eyes! 】

[While passing by the Yu Family Cemetery in Jincheng, I happened to encounter a group of hooligans fighting over territory. These hooligans in Jincheng are quite famous, so I decided to observe them and wait to rescue them if anyone got killed.]

[Most of these hooligans come from poor families and can only eat enough by gathering together and working together.]

[The world today is neither black nor white, but a murky mess.]

"Pot guy?"

Wang Zhenqiu didn't quite understand this term.

"Want to get together and eat from a big pot?"

Zhang Chulan nodded after hearing this.

"Yes, that's right."

"When I was studying at Nanbukai, I heard local classmates from Tianjin tell us about it."

"It's just a bunch of hooligans and gangsters who get together and then push out a leader. During the day, they go around grabbing territory and collecting protection money."

"At night, I'd go back to the shabby house, set up a big pot, and stew all the things I'd collected, or the pumpkins and potatoes I'd bought with protection money."

"Then add some soy sauce and eat it on a cold day. It's so delicious."

After hearing what Zhang Chulan said, Wang Zhenqiu also felt a little greedy.

"You're talking about it like it's some delicious food. When we get out, I'll treat you to some authentic Sichuan and Chongqing hotpot, cooked with simmered oil!"

Although Zhang Chulan didn't know what "laoyouao" meant, he naturally wouldn't refuse a free meal.

"Okay! Just don't worry about eating you out of money!"

Wang Zhenqiu smiled complacently.

"That hot pot restaurant is owned by a friend of mine, Huo De Zong. How could it possibly make me broke eating there?"

at this time.

Feng Baobao has continued reading.

[Although this group of hooligans and rogues had no rules when fighting, each of them was truly brave and willing to fight to the death.]

[A hundred-man melee ended with three deaths.]

[However, this group of thugs clearly has their own way of dealing with the murder case.]

[The death lot was drawn on the spot, and whoever drew the lot would bear the consequences of the lawsuit.]

I stepped forward and used the poisonous insect to revive the three people who had been beaten to death. After seeing my methods, both sides of the fight respectfully called me a living immortal.

[They even started shaking hands and making peace.]

Before leaving, I set a rule for these thugs: if they fight for territory again, no physical fights are allowed. They must engage in verbal fights, including gambling and swearing, but no one should be hurt.

"what?"

Zhang Chulan was a little surprised when he heard this.

"Is this the origin of Wen Dou?"

Wang Zhenqiu was also aroused by his curiosity when he heard Zhang Chulan's surprised expression.

"Why, you also know about this Wen Dou?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled.

"How could I not know this?"

"The thugs in Tianjin behind here are all about fighting with words."

"First they cursed, then they asked one person to beat up another. During the beating, the person who was beaten refused to give in and even cheered loudly."

"In the end, if the person who beat someone up doesn't dare to fight a lawsuit for murder, then he should just admit defeat."

"Of course, if the person being beaten can't bear the beating and is afraid of death, then he has to admit defeat."

"And the cruelest one."

"That means each side sends one person to hurt themselves. I cut myself, and you cut yourself."

"Whoever dares not cut first will have to admit defeat."

Wang Zhenqiu looked very interested after hearing this.

"The owner of this notebook has a profound influence on others. I wonder how many people have saved their lives because of this rule."

"Come to think of it, I've traveled all over Dragon Country, but I've never been to Jincheng."

"I'll go take a look when I have time."

“Go ask the old people what it was like in the past.”