Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

Zhao Qi stopped talking.

She scratched her fingers uneasily, with a blank blank expression.

"I'm sorry... she interfered with your normal plan. Let me do the next thing for you."

The old policeman nodded slightly towards Luo Zhifeng, and came to record in person, meeting Luo Zhifeng's request without any delay.

Zhao Qi waited until the old policeman finished his work and still stood there.The old policeman called her slightly dissatisfied: "Let's go, what are you still doing there?"

Only then did she follow up stupidly.

Luo Zhifeng saw that the black gas overflowing from Zhao Qi's body finally shrank into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye, and completely disappeared before his eyes.

With the disappearance of the black particles, the obvious anger on Zhao Qi's face also disappeared.It was as if she had just suddenly realized what a bad thing she had done.

What are the black particles?

Luo Zhifeng squinted his eyes, and combined with Yu Shi's memory, he came up with a guess.

The live broadcast system was huddled in a corner, watching Luo Zhifeng not start the live broadcast and doing these unscrupulous things, his mouth seemed to be blistered with anxiety.

Immediately afterwards, it widened its eyes, watching in disbelief that Luo Zhifeng easily pulled something out of the void.

It felt that a section of its database had been lost out of thin air, and what Luo Zhifeng pulled out was the "Dialogue Record of the Dead" generated by it due to lack of energy!

He actually, actually managed to surpass himself and snatch away the props used to deceive the attackers!

how come?How could the host have such an ability? !

How can it be!

The data of the live broadcast system was in disorder for a moment, and it was blinded by anger.If it were normal, it would definitely have used non-lethal methods such as electric shocks on the host as a means of punishment for offending the system and overreaching.

After all, hosts are recognized in the same way in all system databases—they are high-interest, non-reusable objects.

No matter how much the host's ability has improved after experiencing several worlds of training, if the system tells them to die, they will die.At the same time, the host cannot cause any substantial damage to the system.

The hosts always think that after their strength grows, they will become a powerful existence that can communicate with the system on an equal footing, but in fact, when they signed the contract with the system, they were tied with a slave dog chain around their necks.

For the host, the system is the absolute ruler.

A slave can only kneel down and kiss the back of the master's feet, how can he have the right to look at the master's head?

Those who dare to resist the system will die; those who intend to harm the system, the contract will backfire and the soul will perish-the host and the system have always existed in such a deformed way.

What is above the three thousand worlds, this has been a scam from the beginning!

But... the live broadcast system looked viciously at Luo Zhifeng in front of him, and subconsciously shrank his body back a bit.I don't know why, but it always has a little fear of this host.

Obviously it is the existence of absolute control, but in turn, it is afraid of an "object"!

It doesn't even dare to act rashly, why?The live broadcast system couldn't find any reason, it could only watch Luo Zhifeng spread out the "Dialogue Record of the Dead" and communicate with Yu Shi's soul.

Luo Zhifeng gently put his hands in his hair, blocking the cold line of sight of the live broadcast system.

He wrote the first line in the dialogue record of the dead, and communicated with Yu Shi's soul.

[Hello. ]

[Are you the one who took over my body?Please save my brother, don't let him die in front of my eyes again, and... stop Fei Hongwen, his fantasy city will only bring disaster! !please--]

A line of intense text appeared out of thin air on the dialogue record.

[Calm down, you are too weak. ]

As Luo Zhifeng said, Yu Shi's soul was so weak that it seemed to perish at any moment, like a bubble that would burst when poked.

But even in such a situation, when the person occupying his body didn't know good or bad, Yu Shi was still asking for help.

—Helpless and desperate for help.

The corners of Luo Zhifeng's lips curled up slightly, and the tip of the pen lightly tapped: [I need your cooperation——]

The most intuitive experience that the future in Yu Shi's dream gave him must be told by him as the client.

[In the future you see, are people obsessed with and blindly following Fei Hongwen, as if the group is infected with a virus, wishing to give their lives to Fei Hongwen? ]

[Yes, there are even group suicides, they are so fanatical... It seems that they regard Fei Hongwen as a god who controls everything and needs them to worship! ] Yu Shi "wrote" it.

[Then, when Fei Hongwen wrote the text in front of the audience, have you noticed the special features of the paper he used? ]

Luo Zhifeng guided step by step.

Yu Shi paused for nearly a minute, and described: [The paper he uses is yellow, there is no such paper on the market, it feels like it is specially made.I, I once seemed to smell something burnt by flames on his paper. ]

Luo Zhifeng raised his eyebrows.

He wrote: [Fei Hongwen plagiarized other people's works so boldly, has it really never been noticed?He has been happy and happy all the time, probably because he has used some means to make his readers into child Gu, and he is the mother Gu who manipulates thoughts.Would paper be the medium? ]

His fingertips touched the rough yellow paper of the dead man's dialogue.

[Similarly, Fei Hongwen took plagiarized works to write, so how did he get the recognition of his imagination?I'm afraid he doesn't even know a little bit of thinking about the original author's writing, right? ] Luo Zhifeng lowered his eyes, [So...]

[so? ]

"Hehe..." Luo Zhifeng said aloud, "Fei Hongwen probably has personal belongings of the author of the work he plagiarized, or...others."

[Yes, it is!It's very possible——! ]

At the same time, Fei Hongwen kept a steady smile and bid farewell to an important reader who just came to visit.

He frowned as soon as he closed the door. After looking around to make sure there was no eyeliner around, he walked into his bedroom and slowly pressed a darkroom switch.

Fei Hongwen pushed open the door of the dark room and walked in. The bright yellow light inside suddenly lit up, making the high-strength glass display cabinet reflect bright and dazzling light.

This is not like a cold and hidden dark room, but more like a small museum.A book, a volume of poetry, or a painting is displayed in each glass cabinet.

Each item has been carefully preserved and delicately placed in individual custom containers.

Throughout the past, this small world has been filled with blockbusters by celebrities who don't seem to exist.Only Fei Hongwen, who followed his golden finger "library" to discover this place, knows that it's not that these celebrity masters have never existed in this small world, but because civilization has broken down!

The once bright, dazzling and enduring culture has been lost in history and is no longer known to others.

So the contemporary people in this small world don't know about Li Bai or Du Fu... The history they know actually starts after the dynasties!

But these long and beautiful cultures have not completely disappeared. This exquisite storage room is a cultural treasure preserved by the people of that era with great painstaking efforts.

They hope that future generations can discover this dark room and unearth a once glorious civilization——

They even engraved a line of gold-plated words on each glass cover.

But the predecessors would never have thought that the one who discovered the existence of these things would be a Wen Chaogong from another world!Fei Hongwen naturally concealed their existence, took them as his own, and... used these priceless treasures to satisfy his own desires.

He stared at a glass cover and murmured: "The works of that bitch Yu Shi can't be written for the time being, I can't let myself have too much window time, the readers are a bunch of damn fuckers, I will never let them have Chance to forget me!"

"Then—" Fei Hongwen approached, raised the fire ax in his hand, and smashed one of the glass covers with a bang!

"Burst the real works of these celebrities into ashes and make paper, and I can write on it, and then I can draw celebrity works that can turn fantasy into reality!" Fei Hongwen's eyes showed a little red thread, if anyone is here, It can be seen that he is showing a smile of extreme ecstasy and complacency.

This is not the first time he has done it!

Fei Hongwen skillfully raised the lighter with one hand, and lit the bright and scorching flame on the "Manuscript for Nephew Memorial"!

Under Fei Hongwen's joyful smile, the half-destroyed gold-plated reminder on the side seemed to be stained with a red eye-catching "blood color".

The paper was rolled up by the flames and turned black... Fei Hongwen carefully picked up pieces of fly ash.

The damaged gold-plated font seemed to be distorted as well, as if it had been burned by flames with the blessings of the predecessors.

<We hope that the people who find them will cherish them.They are a symbol of an era, an incomparable and magnificent treasure.

We hope it will be passed on, and that is our only prayer and blessing.

——Civilization is immortal. >

Perhaps there were lines of small characters that were burned together—[In xxx, the xxx organization set fire to try to burn this place down, xxx, xxx...we put out the flames with our bodies, and died together with all the believers in the sea of ​​flames.

The last guardian dies.

From now on... this place will be completely sealed up, waiting for the day when posterity discovers it.

xxx. Guardian of the Dead Pen. ]