() "If it's the credit of other people in Panshizhai, such as Wuxing and Yonggang, then I admit it. But it's you, it doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it. ”

Tianhao raised his eyebrows: "Are you investigating me?" ”

Yifeng didn't deny it, his eyes were full of hatred and fear: "I had this idea when I won the Deer Clan last time, and I have heard many rumors about you, the most important of which is age. You took these guys from Panshizhai to round up the giant horned deer in the mountains, and the method was amazing. You slain the monsters of the sea with a heavy ballista and have since established a fishing ground...... That's enough, these two alone are enough. This is not what a normal person should do. If we are hungry we will look for something to eat, but you have killed the whole herd of deer; When we encounter a monster, it only runs away, but you rush up and kill it. ”

Tianhao chuckled and shook his head: "You think too much." ”

"You're not one of ours." Yifeng leaned his back, and his eyes focused on Tianhao's face from bottom to top, as if he wanted to peel his skin and cut his flesh, dig deep into the bones, and search for the soul hidden deep in the bone marrow: "Who are you?" ”

This is one of the side effects of failure of spore parasitism.

It cannot control the implanter's brain, cannot produce a fusion effect, and can only constantly issue commands to the implanter, and then generate synchronous thinking through neural connections, and all kinds of transmitted information are disorganized. Yifeng still retains his own ability to think independently, and he perceives many secrets passed down from the spores, and together with his own understanding, he pieces together the truth that frightens him.

"Devil", this is his understanding of Tianhao, and the only terrible concept that conforms to his original logic.

Tianhao did not answer.

He rose from his chair and pulled out the dagger that was stuck diagonally in his waist.

"You're going to kill me?" Yifeng's face didn't show fear, he knew that he would definitely die, but he didn't guess that it was this time.

The infected legs and feet were swollen and swollen, and it was difficult to walk, let alone run.

His hands were tied with wires behind his back, and he had no ability to resist.

Tianhao came to the front with a knife and said with a smile: "You know too much. As a failed test subject, you can't be of the value you deserve to me. ”

"Wait, don't get busy." Yifeng hurriedly stopped him: "I still have two questions. ”

Tianhao looked down at Yifeng condescendingly, and at the same time scanned the room at a very fast speed, making sure that there was no existence that could pose a threat to himself, only then did he slow down the tight skin on his face and said calmly: "Ask!" ”

The guards outside are all henchmen, and no one will defect.

There was no change in the furnishings in the room.

If Yifeng can be allowed to escape in such a situation of serious injury and blocked movement, Na Hao has nothing to say.

He didn't suddenly become interested in playing with mice, but wanted to hear about Yifeng's so-called "problems".

This should help you avoid the same mistakes in the future.

Yifeng whispered the first question: "I can be sure that you are not the real Tianhao...... Who are you? ”

"I am your ancestor." Tianhao replied quickly, and a majestic and unquestionable look appeared on his face at the same time: "Whether you believe it or not, this is my answer." ”

"Ancestors?" Yifeng was shocked: "This is impossible! ”

"Tell me about your second question." Tianhao didn't plan to give him too much time.

Extremely shocked thoughts exploded in Yifeng's mind, and he was confused, with indescribable bitterness, and asked the second sentence mechanically: "If I am willing to obey your orders now and swear allegiance to you, can you keep me alive?" ”

With his head down and staring at Yifeng's expectant face for half a minute, Tianhao slowly walked in front of him and stood still behind his chair.

Grabbing Yifeng's hair with his left hand, he grabbed the dagger with his right hand, and placed the cold and sharp blade in front of Yifeng's throat.

“…… It's too late to say anything. Tianhao let out a faint sigh.

With the last syllable, the dagger slashed hard, Yifeng's eyes widened, and he saw a large area of bright red liquid spraying in front of him, and heard a soft "hissing" sound in his throat.

It turns out that this is what death feels like.

……

The next day, Tianhao, who returned to Rock City, had Changfeng called Changfeng to the city lord's office, gave him a cup of tea mixed with anesthetics, and performed the same operation on him as Crooked Tooth and Yifeng.

The rate at which spores are produced is related to one's own thinking. Tianhao found that this was under his control, as short as a week, and as long as several months. To put it simply, it depends on the mood, the desire is frequent and strong, the spores appear quickly, and vice versa.

Curved Tooth and Yifeng are two very different subjects in terms of subjective consciousness. With Yifeng as a comparison, Tianhao is more confident about the transplantation implemented on Changfeng. It is now certain that the success of the surgery is highly dependent on the subjective thinking of the implanted person. As long as the brain does not develop a sense of resistance, the subsequent fusion process will be smooth.

The new village is the foundation of Tianhao's future, and it must not be lost. Among them, Xinzhai is located near Jia43, where Tianhao planned to set up a city, and at the same time serve as the future capital of the empire. Such an important city must be put in the hands of trustworthy people.

The crooked tooth meets this criterion, but the status of the pig determines that he has no connection with it. After all, this is the territory of the Niu Clan, and the core leadership must be the Niu Clan. Of course, with the development of the times, such prejudices and restrictions will certainly become diluted, but they will not be able to do so in the short term, at least not now.

A month later, a grand relocation ceremony was held in Rock City.

As usual, sacrifices were still made to the gods.

On the altar are plates with fresh fish.

Tianhao doesn't like to eat sashimi, but many people, including the old priest, do. In particular, the fresh marine fish, the pale pink flesh is thinly sliced and served with fresh vegetables, and it is pleasant just to look at.

The flour is mixed with water and fermented, the minced meat is stuffed into it, the dough is made to the size of a human head, the facial features are pinched, and the eyes and lips are drawn with black and red plant pigments, and placed on the altar in order...... As long as the craftsmanship is high, this kind of dough is not much different from a human head.

Legend has it that this is Zhuge Kongming's method of dealing with the barbarian peoples in the south, and it works.

Tianhao persuaded the old priest not to use livestock in the ceremonial rites. Cows and horses are precious, and keeping them alive is an important asset. The gods are only interested in the respect of humans, and as long as they offer it delicious food, the gods will understand our difficulties and will be satisfied with the new sacrifices we offer.

The sacrificial process went smoothly, and the barbarians who knelt down in the audience didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Hordes of political commissars had begun a few days earlier to propagate the Lord's sympathy to everyone, and that he had done away with the cruel human sacrifice and had used the freshest and most delicious food as a sacrifice.

The new interpretation of the gods also produces that only the evil devil will take human souls, and the righteous and good gods will only share food with us. This is not a deliberate misinterpretation, but it has a wide range of public opinion. Something that everyone thinks is good, the gods must like it.

The dough swells and deforms when steamed, and as soon as the ceremony is over, they are sent to a pot of drawers to be warmed with water, and this large meat bun is extremely popular, and the old priest eats two in one go, holding his bulging belly and humming: "This is a successful sacrifice, and the gods will surely bless our new village, where there is no disease, and the grain can be harvested every year." ”

Long Wind left Rock City with two thousand migrants in a hail of cheers.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only fanatical loyalty and steadfastness.

Behind him were nine other teams of immigrants who lined up and left in order to go to the designated place to build a new village. The difference is that they have a smaller number of immigrants, with only 500 people per Xinzhai.

Zong Guang stood beside Tianhao, looking at the crowd slowly moving away, and felt a little embarrassed: "Why do you have to let them go out to build another new village?" Isn't it good to let them stay here when there are more people, the city will become stronger? ”

Tianhao looked into the distance and didn't turn around: "Although Rock City is good, the surrounding environment restricts development, and the population that can accommodate it is limited, if we don't divide people as soon as possible, it will bring us a lot of trouble in the future." ”

Zong Guang sighed and nodded slightly in silence.

In fact, he understands this truth, but he just said those words out of personal feelings.

In the battle of Crazy Tooth City, Tianhao swallowed the entire Crazy Fang at a very small price, bringing back as many as tens of thousands of pig captives.

This kind of achievement makes Zongguang envious, and at the same time he has a deep helplessness towards himself, and even has a feeling of "I am incompetent".

"We must look at the world from the perspective of development." Tianhao smiled, and a clear gaze flowed from the depths of his eyes: "Now, Rock City is their foundation. In the future, they will become the support of Rock City. ”

Zongguang couldn't understand these words.

The only thing he could do was keep it in mind.

Tianhao said: It doesn't matter if you don't understand it for the time being, as long as you remember it in your mind, and as time goes by, you will slowly understand.

Life is the best teacher, always.

……

The capital of the Pig Clan, Fangs City.

The national master Witchmane ordered that no one should approach his room, even his personal guards. The maid served tea and snacks and left, leaving only the elderly female national teacher and the mysterious distinguished guests.

She sat upright in the chair, her wrinkled eyelids lifted slightly, and her concealed shrewd gaze was firmly locked on the middle-aged man sitting opposite, watching him pick up a cup and drink tea.

He wasn't tall, half a head shorter than Witchmane. His sallow face seemed to be infected with some kind of disease, and judging from his bare arms, it was clear that his previous judgment was wrong.

His name is Goofy.

The middle-aged man looks good when he smiles, and there is a comfortable sense of intimacy. He put down the cup in his hand and said softly: "Great Master, how do you feel about the medicine I gave you last time?" ”

Witchmane smiled at her deep wariness, "Very good. ”

Goofy's expression and tone were very modest, and it could even be said that he was a little humble: "Then do you still want it?" ”

Witchmane didn't answer immediately, and she fell into deep thought.

This guy called Goofy came from a mysterious way, and he couldn't find any clues about his background, except that he was a businessman.

Merchant...... It's a word with a lot of meaning, and it's not just for careers.

Some of the secret dealings between the barbarians of the north and the whites of the south were facilitated through merchants.

Some people hated them to the core, and considered all merchants to be traitors.

Some people hold different opinions, believing that merchants are a bridge between the north and south of the mainland, and also promote the development of the northern barbarians in science and technology, commerce, society, culture and other aspects.

Two months ago, Goofy came to the door and claimed that he had a miracle drug.

Because it was a relationship with a clan leader, Wu Mane couldn't pull his face, and the gifts offered by the other party were also very rich, so he had to come forward to meet him.

Witch Mane is very disdainful of this, and also thinks it's funny that wizards can communicate with the gods, and have the most complete pharmacopoeia on the northern continent, to put it mildly, only wizards have always treated people, and others begged wizards to prescribe medicines, and now they are inexplicably reversed, not to mention that Witch Mane himself is well-informed, and he has been exposed to a lot of rare medicinal materials, speaking of magic...... Hehe, no matter how miraculous the medicine is, can it bring the dead back to life and live forever?

When they first met, Wu Mane looked down on Gao Fei at all: five short figures, yellow skin and ugly appearance, if it weren't for the fact that the gifts offered by the other party were very valuable, and there were a lot of them, Wu Mane would have brushed his sleeves away a long time ago.

The perfunctory process of politeness and small talk was boring, and Witchmane sat patiently for less than five minutes before trying to give the eviction order. It was then that Goofy said a few words and pulled out something she had never seen before.

"I heard that His Majesty King Feng was seriously ill, so I specially found some good medicine from the south, and wanted to dedicate it to the king, and asked the great master to make it convenient."

This is obviously a way of wanting the benefits of climbing high branches. Witchmane smiled on the surface, but his heart was full of disdain.

But then, Goofy said a lot of the symptoms of the pig king, which made the witch mane, who wanted to leave, suddenly become nervous.

Cough, phlegm, blood, chest pain, often fever in the afternoon and evening, heavy sweating after going to bed and before waking up, bad stomach, lack of appetite......

All of these are in line with the symptoms of the pig king.

The news of the Pig King's illness was never announced to the public within the court, mainly for the sake of stabilizing the situation.

His Majesty is seriously ill, and the kings of the other branches of the Pig clan have their own thoughts, although the eldest prince Shaya is ranked in the first succession line, he is not assertive, and the power in the palace is held by the queen alone...... In such a situation, it would be best if the king was in good health, but if the news of his serious illness leaked out, it would inevitably lead to contradictions in all aspects.

Witchmane knew very well: all the guards inside the palace of Fangfang City were arranged by himself, and it was impossible for anyone to leak the news.

However, this merchant named Gao Fei said very clearly about the illness of the pig king, and it was not bad at all.

This couldn't help but make Witchmane interested in the medicine that Goofy took out.

"Great teacher, as the old saying goes: shrimp have shrimp road, turtle has turtle road, as for where the news of the king's serious illness comes from, don't ask again. Besides, I won't say it if asked. It's a big deal that you caught me and tortured me. Since I took the initiative to ask to see you, I talked about this matter in front of you, so I naturally made proper arrangements. ”