Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 595: The Wrath of Master Zou

This is a farmhouse courtyard with an ancient Ming Dynasty style. The green brick and gray tile walls are covered with ivy. The gentle breeze blows, creating waves of green.

But if you look closely, you will find that the sunset glow floating on the distant mountains is not delicate, but like a large ball of color scribbled by a child on the sky.

The sky further away is even more blurry, and the undulating mountains and rivers are simply represented by gray lines, like an imperfectly constructed world.

In the courtyard, a low table was placed in the center, on which were placed common farm crops such as fruits and vegetables, and three bamboo chairs with backrests were placed around it.

There were three people present, a man and a woman, with very different appearances. One of them was an octogenarian who couldn't even sit up straight, with his head down and eyes squinting, as if he had fallen asleep.

A young woman in her early twenties was wearing a bright dress with four colors of black, red, white and yellow, just like the distinct four seasons.

The most eye-catching person is a fat middle-aged man wearing a sweatshirt. The chair under his buttocks is completely covered by his fat, making him look like he is sitting on the ground.

His mouth was also busy, grabbing two green cucumbers in his left and right hands and eating them sweetly one bite after another.

“I still don’t understand”

The woman in brightly colored clothes spoke first, with her hands folded in her lap. There were some strange lines tattooed on the back of her hands.

At first glance, it looked like there was another pair of more slender hands covering the back of her hands, one layer on top of another, giving people a strange feeling as if they had four pairs of hands.

"How could Zheng Chu die in their hands?"

"Zheng Chu was my man. Even I am not surprised that he was killed. What is it that you can't understand, Wu Ci?"

The fat man grabbed an orange from the low table and stuffed it into his mouth with the peel. He swallowed it whole with his throat rolling. Then he continued to speak happily.

"Zheng Chu believes in 'human power' and wants to cultivate a perfect body that can accommodate twelve sequences. Sequences are not dead things. There was something wrong with his direction. Moreover, before the fruit was ripe, the fake met the genuine product. It would be unreasonable if it didn't die."

"So it seems that I am meddling too much?"

The woman snorted coldly, "Then have you ever thought about this, even if Zheng Chu is not their opponent, how come he can't even escape?"

"Don't you think about whose son Zhang Siyuan is? His father improved his genes. Zhang Siyuan's talent in mathematics is unknown. Ordinary means can't hide from his eyes. Besides, Zheng Chu is stupid. Isn't it courting death to put others into his farm?"

The fat man was stuffing food into his mouth while talking.

As the thick lips opened and closed, residue and juice kept spurting out, making the woman frown.

"Survival of the fittest. This is the biggest rule of our agricultural order. Zheng Chu's defeat proves that he is just an inferior seed. Let him die."

The woman said dissatisfiedly: "Fei Yi, with your attitude, aren't you afraid that your subordinates will be disappointed?"

When the fat man heard this, he stopped eating and looked at the sullen woman with a strange expression, and suddenly he realized something.

"So you are 'Haru'? No wonder you are so fussy."

As soon as the words fell, a chill suddenly enveloped the courtyard.

"Zheng Chu is not important, but the Yin and Yang City he is in charge of is very important! After he dies, what will happen to our farms in the Canglan area? Without him to provide blood, flesh and land, the other farms will soon wither."

The woman named Wuci said coldly: "The Tujun is not in Fandi now, so you, Zhongyin, Feiyi, will be fully responsible for this matter!"

"That's right, when it comes to serious matters, you should use a personality like 'Winter'. It's neat and tidy."

Fei Yi laughed and reached out to grab the coffee table, but got nothing but empty air.

It turned out that he had already eaten up everything on the table.

The fat man, with an unsatisfied look on his face, licked his lips, as if he remembered something. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a bunch of grapes the size of eyeballs appeared in his arms, each one round and plump.

The fat man grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, but the sound he made when he chewed was a strange crunching sound.

"Don't worry, since 'Tujun' has entrusted his authority to me, I will definitely fulfill my responsibility. I have already selected a new person to be in charge of this matter, and it will definitely not affect 'Four Seasons' your farm."

"That's good!"

Wu Ci looked at him with disgust and said with contempt, "You know it's all fake, Fei Yi, how can you still eat so happily?"

At this moment, the bunch of 'grapes' lying on the fat man's belly suddenly moved, and small black dots appeared on the surface of the fruit, like eyes staring at the woman.

These are not grapes at all; they are clearly eyeballs.

"It's only temporary. Sooner or later it will become true. Otherwise, why should we cooperate with the people of the East Palace?"

Fei Yi said confidently: "If I don't seize the time to come up with an idea now, when the day comes that it will come true, I will have to waste time slowly experimenting, which will delay my eating, right?"

"The new 'Huangliang' has not yet been built, and I don't know when the 'fake will become real' will be completed!"

Wu Ci was furious for no reason: "I have never agreed to cooperate with the East Palace. Those Yin Yang Orders are most likely liars! If everything can become reality just by fantasy, then what do we need 'weather', 'seasons' and 'planting causes' for? Without fields, what can grow real things?"

"'Xia', your temper is still so bad."

Fei Yi continued to eat the string of eyeballs and said lazily, "Without them, our country wouldn't have been able to take root in the foreign land so smoothly, so we still have to give them face. Besides, no matter whether what they say is true or false, we won't suffer any loss in the end, so why bother so much?"

"We have spent so much effort and resources on Linga Po. If she fails to advance to the second rank, the consequence will not be as simple as suffering a loss, but a total loss!"

The woman sneered, "If we can't pick her fruit, how can we deal with Zhang Fengyue?"

When Fei Yi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Deal with Zhang Fengyue? Wuci, you are not like those fake farmers who performed surgery in the empire, and you have given yourself twelve courages? How could you have such an idea?"

"As long as Lingjia Po succeeds in the transformation, we will be able to obtain a fruit that will allow us to be promoted to the second rank. Then we will all be at the same rank, so why should we be afraid of Zhang Fengyue?"

"Which personality are you speaking from now? Why are you so naive? Do you think that No. 2 has fallen into his hands in all these years?"

The fat man sighed: "Then let me ask you, have you ever thought about why Zhang Fengyue suddenly reached out to Fandi when we clearly didn't reveal any clues before, and by such a coincidence, he wanted to attack Sangyan Temple?"

"How can it not be a coincidence? After the world was divided, we entered the land of the barbarians. Could it be that Zhang Fengyue had laid the groundwork decades ago and continued it to this day? Isn't this too absurd?"

The Four Seasons Wuci said contemptuously: "Fei Yi, the more genes you eat, the smaller your courage becomes? Zhang Fengyue is only a Sequence Two, not a Sequence One, do you need to be so afraid of him?"

Fei Yi frowned and said with disdain: "This is not fear, it is awe! You are short-sighted, you won't understand even if I tell you, just guard your little piece of land well!"

"you!"

Wu Ci's eyes narrowed and he was about to get angry.

Just at this moment, the old man who had been in a coma from beginning to end suddenly spoke.

"I was tricked by him."

When they heard the old man speaking, both Fei Yi and Wu Ci shut their mouths, sat up straight, and looked at each other intently.

These many subtle actions fully demonstrate the other party's lofty status in the country.

'Tianshi' Yin Ji, the leader of the state.

Unlike Wu Ci's shocked expression, Fei Yi seemed to have anticipated this scene and sighed.
"Master, this is not your fault."

Fei Yi comforted him, "With Zhang Fengyue's power and status in the Confucian order, the resources he controls and the manpower he can mobilize are far greater than yours. Under such circumstances, you have been able to lead us to take root in Fandi for so many years, and you are no less than Zhang Fengyue."

The old man raised his head, a faint smile appearing on his wrinkled face.

"Little Fatty, don't make me feel easy. If you lose, you lose. If you win, you win. How can you say you can't lose? Taking root and sprouting is just a process. Whether it can bear fruit smoothly is the key. Otherwise, everything is just empty talk."

The old man turned his head to look at Wu Ci who was biting his lip, and said softly: "Girl, the fat guy is right. No matter which one you are now, you have to learn to be respectful. Heaven created all things, and we, Nong Xu, are just imitating the creation of heaven and earth, but some people and things are unpredictable even by heaven, let alone us."

"I remember that, old man."

Wu Ci lowered his brows and answered obediently.

Looking at the two people in front of him with serious expressions, Yin Ji couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Okay, the two of you should stop acting like you're unlucky enough to have your crops ripped off. We haven't been killed by Zhang Fengyue yet, so we still have a chance to win."

Fei Yi glanced at Wu Ci who was about to speak, and asked first: "Old man, what should we do now?"

"Don't worry, some people haven't come yet. We don't want to be the first to come."

Yin Ji changed the subject, "But it is a bit unusual that the crown prince Zhang Siyuan is hanging out with that lonesome Wu Xu."

Fei Yi frowned, looking worried: "Could it be that Zhang Fengyue has already noticed that we want..."

"Probably not. If that were the case, Li Jun wouldn't have the leisure to stay in the temple of Basangyan Mountain in Fandi."

The old man smiled and said, "Even if he really knew, he probably wouldn't stop it. What he wants to see most is us followers killing each other. After all, in his eyes, we are all pests whose death is not worth it."

"Since you said so, old man, there must be no problem."

Fei Yi said, "But this is a serious matter. Should we send someone to test it out? This way we can have some confidence and Tujun will be safer."

"I have arranged for 'Wu Yu' Di Yuan to contact his men. Once Di Yuan controls them, we will know what Zhang Siyuan is trying to do."

Fei Yi's huge figure sat upright on the tiny chair, giving a self-deprecating smile.

"You are very thoughtful, old man. I am the one who said too much."

"We have worked hard on this barren land for so many years, and now it is finally time to harvest. We cannot be too cautious."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. You two should be careful these days. Harvest what you can as soon as possible, and put the rest into hibernation."

"Don't be reluctant. Losing these little things won't have a big impact. As long as we can survive this cold winter, we won't have to use these people as fertilizer when next spring comes."

"understood."

'Zhong Yin' Fei Yi and 'Si Ji' Wu Si said in unison.

"Why am I a dog? How could I be a dog?"

In the village, a lame black dog with scars all over its body was wandering around aimlessly, its tail hanging limply behind its butt, and low whimpering sounds coming from its mouth from time to time.

"Why?" Zou Sijiu was filled with indignation. He raised his two front paws, jumped on the spot, and slammed the ground hard.

Wang!
But the more unwilling he felt, the more confused his mind became.

After jumping a few times, he found that he had even forgotten why he was unwilling.

"Jian'er, you've grown stronger and stronger. I like you so much."

A disgusting, sticky voice floated down from above.

When Zou Sijiu looked up, he saw an ugly orchid swinging back and forth in the flowerpot, twisting its body in an extremely seductive way.

The woman bent over, revealing a ravine of desire, and Jianlan stuck her head out to try to squeeze into the deep ravine.

The scene was erotic, yet completely bizarre.

This wretched orchid is called Changjun.

Zou Sijiu recognized the other person at a glance, but he only remembered the name and couldn't remember anything else.

"Hey, where did this filthy thing come from? Get out of here right now."

The woman noticed Zou Sijiu who was watching from downstairs. She knitted her eyebrows together, leaned forward, and cursed with disgust on her face.

The ravine he had dreamed of actually presented itself in front of him. Chang Jun put his head in it effortlessly and twisted his body with even more excitement.

Snapped.
White flowers actually bloomed on his body.

"Ah, my Jian'er, you have finally blossomed. You are much more powerful than that dog."

Why do you want to belittle me?
Zou Sijiu, who was dragging his legs away, heard the surprised cry and looked back.

On the balcony, the woman was hugging the gladiolus tightly.

But Zou Sijiu could see clearly that the gladiolus was almost pulled out, and its tender green branches and leaves were slowly becoming withered and curled.

Changjun is going to die.

But what does this have to do with me?
Better than me? Then you can die.

Wang!
Zou Sijiu uttered a gloating laugh, turned around and continued walking out of the village.

The outskirts of the village are covered with farmland, one of which is as red as blood and shiny, making it particularly eye-catching.

He is Chen Qisheng, he is Zou Sijiu.

Zou Sijiu sat on the edge of the field and looked up at the strange-shaped little red tree.

Chen Qisheng stood in the field, looking down at the miserable-looking black puppy.

I have a good relationship with him.

But I can’t remember why it’s good.

The same thought arose in both of their minds at the same time.

"How did you get planted into a tree?"

"How did you become a dog?"

The wind blew through the treetops, and the black dog scratched his head.

"Aren't you the Lord of Mudao?"

"Aren't you the Master of the Yellow Millet Dream?"

Dogs barked and the shadows of the trees swayed.

"You dog, you want to steal my fruit? I'll beat you to death!"

A stone came flying and landed right in front of Zou Sijiu, and the splashing mud scared him.

Zhang Chongyuan, with his trouser legs rolled up, ran over from a distance, with a ferocious and vicious expression.

Woo..
Zou Sijiu let out a whine and crawled away.

"I want to kill you. Why did you harm my master and my brother? I want to kill you!"

The deafening roar gave Zou Sijiu, who was busy escaping for his life, the courage to look back.

On the ridge of the field, Zhang Chongyuan jumped and clapped his hands.

Above Chen Qisheng’s head, the heartbeat in the pair of fruits shaped like clasped hands was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to explode.

Chen Qisheng is about to die.

Zou Sijiu did not gloat this time, but felt a little sad.

In addition, there is a bit of envy hidden deep inside.

It's great that someone cares about him so much.

After walking around the village, Zou Sijiu returned to the courtyard covered in weeds and dust.

The woman named Yuan Mingfei curled up under the eaves with her legs hugged. She had been crying since Zou Sijiu left, and she still hadn't stopped crying now that he was back.

Is she so scared? What is she afraid of?
Zou Sijiu was exhausted and had no strength to think any further. He staggered towards the corner of the courtyard.

The corner was a mess, with uprooted weeds and turned-over soil everywhere, with only a foxtail grass still growing there.

Zou Sijiu did not pull out the dogtail grass that dared to laugh at him.

Because when he opened his mouth and was about to bite the stem, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The severe pain came suddenly, causing Zou Sijiu to bite his tongue.

In a rage, he violently pulled out all the weeds in the corner, but perfectly avoided the foxtail grass.

The black puppy lay under the leaves, and dewdrops kept rolling down and hitting his hair.

"Bitch, get in here!"

The door opened with a bang, and the chain dragged on the ground, making a sharp rattling sound.

Only then did Zou Sijiu see clearly that one end of the chain was around Yuan Mingfei's neck, and the other end extended into the darkness inside the room.

"Let me go, please."

The woman cried and begged for mercy, but she could not resist the pull of the chain and was slowly dragged towards the door.

In the darkness surging in the house, figures in red robes were looming.

Before Yuan Mingfei was about to be dragged into the darkness like hell again, she turned back with all her strength and took a deep look at Zou Sijiu who was lying in the corner.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Alas, she is also a poor person.

But you see, I'm useless. I'm just a dog.

Zou Sijiu thought unwillingly.

“You can be not a dog, you can be a human.”

A shadow fell, covering Zou Sijiu's body.

He looked up hastily and saw Di Yuan looking down at him.

"Why can a gladiolus become a treasure, a prisoner become a bodhisattva, a fake person become a shepherd, but you can only be a homeless dog that is bullied by others?"

"Because all of this is fake, it's just your illusion. Kill them and let them stay here, then you can truly wake up. Then you don't have to be unwilling or envy anyone, because those who have a better life than you will have to die."

Diyuan placed a wooden barrel in front of Zou Sijiu, and an irresistible temptation attracted all his attention.

"Think about it carefully, be a human or a dog."

The shadow disappeared, and Zou Sijiu's eyes were fixed on the wooden barrel in front of him.

That was a bucket of swill.

No, that is the elixir of becoming a human being yourself.

After drinking it, I am no longer a dog, I can be a human.

Woo..
Zou Sijiu's limbs were tense and his claws dug deep into the soil.

Just when he could hardly control himself and was about to leap out.

Snapped..
A huge dewdrop hit him on the head.

Zou Sijiu's eyes, which were almost overwhelmed by desire, suddenly regained some clarity. He looked up blankly, and a string of water drops fell down.

There seems to be a tearful face hidden in every drop of water.

Is this defense?!
At this moment, Zou Sijiu finally remembered the name of this foxtail grass.

Is she dying too?
Suddenly, a surge of uncontrollable evil fire surged into Zou Sijiu's heart.

The fire spread across the prairie, burning away the barriers that obscured memory and the desires that controlled thoughts.

You fucking touched my wife?!

(End of this chapter)