Cultivate with an African God

There was only one sentence in the letter, no time, place, title or signature. Mu Xinghe looked at the letter paper, and after confirming that there was no magic imprint on the letter paper, he discarded it and went back into meditation.

Those who are capable will naturally have the ability to take him to the so-called dead city. If he is not capable and pretends to be mysterious like this, it is not worth his thinking, he just needs to wait.

After seven days.

Mu Xinghe's meditation was interrupted suddenly, he woke up vigilantly and opened his eyes.

He discovered a very bad thing.

His perception became very dull.He can see, hear and smell, and all organs are functioning normally, but what makes him feel bad is that being able to function does not mean that it is equivalent to the original level.

Daoxiu needs to sense the breath of heaven and earth. At Mu Xinghe's level of cultivation, he can feel a slight breeze in the air, and the humidity in a place, but at this time his feeling is very rough, far from At the same time, he found that his dantian was empty, and he had no cultivation at all.

——This kind of body feeling is what he felt when he was not practicing. He is used to the body that has been tempered and trained in perception, and now he has been beaten back to its original form.

He saw gauze curtains with jade decorations hanging from the curtains, various auspicious patterns carved on the bedposts, swords hanging on the walls, and some decorations such as vases and jade stones scattered in the room. At first glance, it was not the cave he rented before— ——Although Mu Xinghe's life is not considered tight, it is not enough to spend money on things that he is not interested in. What's more, this house doesn't even have a refining furnace, and it is impossible for Taoist cultivators to live forever.

There was almost no dust on the table, and a white paper crane was placed on it, which seemed extremely out of place.

Mu Xinghe got up to pick it up, the paper crane was indeed the paper crane, and the handwriting was also the original handwriting that told him to go to the dead city, but the content was different.The torn letterhead reads——

"Before the night of the full moon, become the only survivor in the dead city."

Mu Xinghe was still thinking about the situation, but he heard a rush of footsteps outside, accompanied by the sound of messy breathing, and then a male duck voice that was probably formed by a voice change shouted out of his door breathlessly: "Young man!" Master! It’s not good, young master! Get up, young master!”

Mu Xinghe was startled by the young master San Lian, and shouted: "Come in."

Although Mu Xinghe probably felt it, at this moment he also felt a little surprised—it was not his voice at all, it was deep, magnetic, and maybe a little... evil, his body was indeed not his own, and his stature was slightly taller than his own. , already looks like an adult.Mu Xinghe was still stroking his new body affectionately. The person who had just spoken had already opened the door and entered according to his instructions. Seeing Mu Xinghe's movements, he was taken aback, but he had no time to take care of it. He only shouted: "Young master, the situation Not good!"

Mu Xinghe was completely relieved by the young master's call, and quickly entered the role, propped up one leg, and looked at the other party with a smile: "What's the matter, you are yelling."

It's a pity that the other party was not appeased by Mu Xinghe's calm attitude. On the contrary, he became even more flustered, saying: "——Outside news, in order to prevent the plague from spreading into the city, the gate of the city has been sealed, and not a single ant can enter!"

"Plague? Blockade?" Mu Xinghe thought for a while, but smiled instead, "It's amazing."

The gates of the city were closed due to the plague, and no one could enter or leave. The people in the city fought each other until only one person remained.This is the dead city mentioned in the letter.

What's more interesting is that in the dead city, he is not him, he has no cultivation base, and he does not have any magic weapons that he usually carries on his body. He has lost all supernatural abilities and is no different from ordinary people.He has a new body, a new identity, and is called "Young Master".Mu Xinghe didn't panic as if he was in a predicament. He felt that the dead city was interesting. The person who sent the letter was really intriguing: "The city is closed, and then what?"

"In that case, even if the lord can arrive in time, he won't be able to enter the city," the servant looked at Mu Xinghe desperately, "Now the matter of Feiyun can only be decided by the young lord!"

Scaring people into such a state, it can be seen that this young master is not only a careless person, but also a person who has basically never done anything serious.

Mu Xinghe found the style of the young master in an instant, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I am the master and I am the master, wait for me to dress, and take the master out to inspect it!"

Mu Xinghe swaggered through the city on horseback all the way, patrolling until the afternoon.

This city is actually a capital city, surrounded by prosperity, the center is where the emperor is, much larger than he had expected, and the people he saw on the road are also very normal, there are people with swords, but they are just ordinary warriors. Not to mention there is no flying fairy, he watched a street fight with great interest, and concluded that the combat power here is still in the era of cold weapons. At least he is healthy and flexible, and he is completely among the dwarfs. tall.

He inspected the city for a day, and entered two silver villages and a casino, which were their family's property.The scale of the casino is very large. It is said that it is the largest underground casino in the capital. No other casino can compete with it. It is known as the city that never sleeps. Mu Xinghe was very excited and resolutely wrote the inscription - Las Vegas.

Of course, he didn't hang it on the plaque in the end. He put down his pen and talked with the manager about the matter to understand the situation here.The more he listened, the weirder he felt.

The strange thing is not what the manager said, but the attitude of the manager.

Just now he deliberately acted like a dandy, messing around and no one cares about him. When he came down seriously to ask about the gambling city, he didn't seem to be in the least bit uncomfortable. He replied seriously and detailedly, as if he didn't know that he hadn't done any serious business before. .

Perhaps the young master himself is so secretive, but the attitude of his subordinates towards him has changed even faster than him. When he acts like a playboy, they are helpless and can only obey. When working seriously, they were respectful and respectful, as if he was really a young and promising young master.

People always reflect their inner feelings through subtle movements and expressions. However, Mu Xinghe has observed for a long time, and their subtle reactions are consistent with their attitudes expressed in their words and deeds. When the face suddenly changes, the switch is so natural, without emotional fluctuations.It's impossible for the people behind the scenes to train so many movie kings to be his tricks, there must be something strange about this matter.

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, then rolled his eyes, and suddenly looked at the sweaty gamblers outside, pointed to the gaming table outside and said, "I want to end too!"

The steward lowered his head and asked, "The young master wants to sit in the manor?"

"It's boring to sit in the dealership," Mu Xinghe waved his hand, "I want to participate in the gambling."

He was in high spirits, but the other party turned pale with shock and tried to dissuade him repeatedly, saying that it was because of a violation of the rules, so he wanted to persuade Mu Xinghe to stop him.

Mu Xinghe was not annoyed, he sat back and asked the boy to help him burn the inscription, thinking about things with his legs crossed.

In fact, no one stopped Mu Xinghe's nonsense just now, even if he wanted to change the name of his casino to Las Vegas, no one said that it was not at all wrong, and it happened to be a gambling together, which in his eyes could not be more trivial. , to be dissuaded, the reason is that the young master should not end up breaking the rules of the profession.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, what he did before, whether he brought his servants around to do his best, or seriously intervened in the management of the casino, was all in line with the identity of the "Young Master", and his behavior did not conform to the identity of the Young Master. , and then someone raises an objection.

In other words, he only needs to play the role of "Young Master" well, and no one cares about his character or ability.

... Then, what kind of existence do these people around him constitute?Since I want to play the role, are the other people involved in the fight also playing the role?

Mu Xinghe beckoned to the steward, and asked straight to the point what kind of power and celebrity there were in the city—there is no reason why the young master was born here, so he would not understand these things, but the steward did not show any surprise .

He respectfully replied: "Dragon energy is everywhere in the capital, and the natural wind and cloud meet, and there are many forces. But the young master is well-known even in the capital. It is the only one in the world to open such a large-scale gambling house under the feet. Both black and white have to sell the face of the young master. On the other side, there is a similar existence that only those who are related can know-the Colosseum. With money as a bet, we bet on ingenuity and luck, but they bet on life and brute force.

Da Zhou didn't practice martial arts, but not long after the new emperor ascended the throne, the court situation was in chaos.At the same time, many Jianghu sects also stayed in the imperial city due to various relationships, such as Chonglou Fengge, Yuezhao Canque, Bliss Palace, and Hengwu Court, and their actions also had some influence. "

After the steward finished introducing the main forces, he talked about the important figures in the forces. Mu Xinghe got a little dizzy when he heard that. At this moment, the servant came back after burning the inscription, and called him back directly.Before leaving, he asked the steward and the servant why and where their names came from, and they were not surprised and answered honestly.

When he returned home, he went straight to his study and looked through the annals of geography, but he found one thing—the hometowns of the steward and the servant were not recorded in the records of the world, and if he deliberately deceived him, he would not be able to make up such a thing. loopholes.

Even the steward's hometown is a place in the lower realm that he has heard about.

Then it is very likely... They are just the projections of other worlds falling into this world, or the walking dead with some incomplete souls, who have been instilled with a certain will, just like a step-by-step procedure, so they will tolerate all his inexplicable behaviors and treat him His behavior of going out of bounds should be dissuaded.

They are not real people.

Then, the living person may be hidden among those forces—probably not the leader of the forces, as if he is just a young master.But since this is the case, this is an exclusive killing game, and the real enemy is hidden in countless dead souls, so is it possible to directly kill people, kill everyone, and the game is over?

Mu Xinghe was still tapping the table with his fingers, making rhythmic noises. At this moment, the servant started yelling again: "-Young master is not good! General Megatron has reversed--crazy!"

Mu Xinghe's fingers stopped: "Is it wrong or crazy?"

"It's the other way around, and it's crazy!" The boy looked shocked, "It's all right for him to raise his troops to rebel, he led the troops... to start massacring the city from the north!"

Mu Xinghe originally had a serious face, but at this moment he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It's so stupid, this is really a disgrace to our evil and chaotic camp."

The boy couldn't understand what he said, and was still panicking. The boy hesitated and said: "If General Megatron breaks down the door by force, we may not be able to stop the soldiers and horses from coming..."

Mu Xinghe smiled slightly, very gentle and kind: "He can't come."

Lying on the recliner in the study, he leisurely looked at the country's laws and regulations. Seeing that the light outside was a little dark, he was about to order the maid to light the lamp, but the servant sent another message.

"General Megatron was intercepted by Zhu Yi, the Secretary of the Imperial City, and died on the spot!"

This result was within his expectations. There might be white envoys and yellow envoys without red envoys. To be the first to reveal one's identity in such a killing game is nothing more than letting the enemies lurking in the dark find their target.

You never know who is the hunter with a bow and arrow among those ordinary people. The enemies hidden in the dark are quietly waiting for you to show up and shoot sharp arrows at you.Exposure is death.

However... General Megatron's actions are actually justifiable. After all, his identity is a general, and he has soldiers and horses in his hands. Logically speaking, he is already the pinnacle of this world without supernatural power. If you kill someone without understanding the situation, do you have to wait for someone to assassinate him?

Mu Xinghe tapped his forehead with his finger—compared to the general, the power that the young master can use is limited.Such an identity setting is actually not fair, maybe there are some things he hasn't discovered yet.

In the Nine Layers Palace, a man was sitting in front of the chessboard. His hair was half loose at the temples, his black hair was dyed with ink, almost hanging down to the ground. He sat on the chair, his eyes were as clear as a stream washed, he was not wearing court clothes, he was wearing a green robe, and his long The sleeves were hanging down on the chair. The person's appearance was not particularly outstanding, but there was an astonishing elegance in his bones, like ice like snow, like jade like smoke.

The man dropped a piece on the chessboard, looked at the young man opposite, and said in a soft voice, "Your Majesty, please."

The young man was dressed in a dragon robe, and he was obviously the Ninth Five-Year Master in the imperial city, but his expression was dull, and the chess pieces made a crisp sound when they landed on the chessboard.

The man looked out of the palace city, it was already dusk, but the blue sky was rolling.

Just when a game of chess has just begun.

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Unlike the previous part, this is a puzzle-solving dungeon~