90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 83

In order to ensure that Anzi would not have any worries, Fang Shazhan and his team forcibly carried away the elderly people who remained in the village and refused to leave before they evacuated.

Now is not the time to ask for their opinions. They have to leave tonight whether they want to or not.

Fang Shazhan also asked other people who didn't know Anzi's identity to follow him back to the city, so the only ones left outside the village were Fang Shazhan, Master Fang, and Fan Maozhi, who was determined to stay.

Xiaoyu originally wanted to go with them, but was forcibly pulled back by Officer Song arranged by Fang Shazhan.

After everyone had left, Master Fang climbed up to the roof of the car with his butt sticking out, and took out his food from his bag.

Fan Maozhi was smoking nearby, and when he saw his actions, he curled his lips in disdain.

He refused to leave even though he was told to. He wanted to stay and see what these people were up to so that he could report them when he got back.

The weather was getting colder. Lu Jun stood in front of the car, facing the village entrance without moving. If you didn't pay attention, you would think it was a stone tablet.

Fang Shazhan walked up to him, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Lu Jun shook his head, "Sorry, I don't smoke."

Fang Shazhan withdrew his hand in disappointment, and didn't feel comfortable smoking anymore, so he stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket.

He then went to the car and took out some bread and gave it to him, "Eat something to fill your stomach. You still have a long way to go."

Lu Jun didn't take it, but took out three bags of compressed biscuits from his backpack. He caught a glimpse of Fan Maozhi, who was showing off his wealth, and took another bag out of concern.

"I have this, let's eat it together."

Here, after Anzi made sure that there was no one around, he pulled out a long table from the village chief's living room and placed it in the main room. Then he went to the chicken coop behind the house and dug out a chicken. He casually twisted its neck, filled a bowl with steaming chicken blood and placed it at the other end of the long table. After hesitating for a while, he finally dropped a drop of spiritual spring water into the bowl of chicken blood.

Just this little drop, Xiaoshu has been talking about it for a long time, but it is not enough for its practice.

Anzi comforted it with a few words, took out the McDonald's Family Bucket from the space, sat at the table and started eating.

She hasn't eaten for almost a day. If she doesn't fill her stomach with food, when that thing comes, she might lie down from hunger before the fight even starts.

The black air gradually became thicker, and water droplets condensed on the glass windows nearby.

The exposed hand began to feel the biting cold, and Anzi knew that the guy was coming.

As soon as the dark red python robe appeared, Anzi cursed "fuck" in his heart.

Pu Hang looked at the little girl in the main room and walked over leisurely.

Anzi raised his chin, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Excuse me, who is here?"

A hint of interest flashed across Pu Hang's pale face, and his right eyebrow raised unconsciously.

"Aisin-Gioro Puhang." His voice was low, and when he spoke, a negative energy emanated from his body, like a walking refrigerator.

Anzi tried hard to think about this but couldn't remember who this "Aisin-Gioro Puhang" was.

But she still raised her hand, "Please sit down, Lord Beile."

Pu Hang walked forward slowly, lifted his clothes, and sat on the chair that Anzi had prepared earlier.

His movements were smooth and flowing, and every gesture exuded an indescribable dignity.

Unfortunately, Anzi's attention was drawn to the black hair on his head, not because of how luxurious the hat he wore was, but because... "My Lord, why is your braid so thin?"

Puhang: ???
"What did you say?" Pu Hang thought he had misheard and asked uncertainly. Anzi waved her hands quickly. The TV series was a rip-off. The men's braids in those Qing Dynasty palace dramas before she traveled through the book all looked very big, which was completely different from the rat-tail braid of the prince in front of her. She couldn't help but ask.

Pu Hang casually fiddled with the finger-thick braid hanging down his back, not understanding what Anzi was saying.

However, the smell of the bowl of chicken blood was really attractive. Pu Hang licked his fangs that he almost couldn't control, lowered his eyelids slightly, and looked at the little girl in the light-colored cotton jacket.

"you are very funny."

He received the memories of those common people and knew that this was no longer his era, and that the emperor's plan had ultimately failed.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't want to be emperor anyway.

Pu Hang picked up the chicken blood and drank it all in one gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh, as if he had drunk a bowl of strong liquor.

After a long while, he frowned and asked, "Did you send those people away?"

Anzi shrugged without comment, showing none of the fear that an ordinary person would have when facing a nobleman.

It is said that one should use courtesy before resorting to force. It seems that this prince is quite satisfied with the "courtesy" and hopes that he will not have to proceed to the "force" stage.

"Can you tell me what happened? I'm not very clear about it." Anzi raised his hand, and a glass bottle about 5 ml in size appeared in front of him. The bottle was full of spiritual energy, and it was obvious that it contained a full five milliliters of spiritual spring liquid.

As the glass bottle appeared, a sharp explosion occurred in Anzi's mind.

Xiao Shu: "I'm going to kill him ahhhhhhhhh!"

Anzi rubbed his temples, gave Puhang a good-natured smile, and pointed to the glass bottle in front of him, "This is my sincerity."

Pu Hang raised his hand and a small glass bottle appeared in his palm. He sneered, "You are too little sincere."

Anzi spread his hands, looking like he was showing off, "I saved this from my own pocket, if you don't like it, you can give it back to me."

She was not wrong. What was saved from Xiaoshu's teeth was also saved from her teeth.

Pu Hang stuffed the glass bottle into his sleeve and leaned lazily on the chair. "Then you can only listen to half of my story."

Half and half, Anzi was not picky, and made an expression of listening attentively. He also took out two cups of Coke from the space and pushed one over.

Pu Hang’s story can be described as simple, but it can also be described as complex...

He is a descendant of Emperor Guangxu and was raised secretly in his maternal grandparents' home since childhood. Until the old witch Cixi seized power, he and his wife and children were sent to Hong Kong.

Under the arrangement of Emperor Guangxu, their family of three should have returned to Beijing with the "Immortal Army" to capture the old witch. Unexpectedly, God wanted to kill Aisin-Gioro. When he woke up, his wife and son were taken away, and countless burial objects in the tomb disappeared.

He followed the scent of his wife and children and finally tracked them out, but only found those tomb robbers.

Burned with rage and having been hungry for hundreds of years, he killed those people without hesitation, ate their hearts and livers, devoured their souls, and inherited their memories...

Anzai: …

Not only did she resell national cultural relics, but she also sold two zombies. It's hard to comment on her.

As for the families of those tomb robbers... forget it... it's too late to say anything now. The more important thing right now is to appease this guy and prevent him from killing people.

If possible, get the items that were sold back through this gentleman.

(End of this chapter)