Zhao Fan chatted with Lao Ding for almost an hour, and then he had a general understanding of the distribution of forces in this area, and Lao Ding didn't know about the larger scope outside, after all, he was only at the bottom of the struggle to survive all day long, as for this village, it was called Mochizuki Village.

The regional planning of the underworld is based on dynasties, and there are a total of seventy-two dynasties.

And the one who rules a great dynasty is the emperor.

Among the great dynasties, there are dozens to hundreds of small countries, all ruled by their own lords, relatively independent, and the whole is part of the great dynasty, and every year they will pay tribute to the emperor of the great dynasty.

The area to which Mochizuki Village belongs is the twenty-ninth prefecture of the Feather Spirit Kingdom under the rule of the Great Soul Dynasty.

The government is equivalent to the municipal level.

In the Twenty-Ninth Prefecture, there are at least hundreds of miniature gathering places like Mochizuki Village.

The distribution of power in the underworld is like a small fish surviving in the belly of a big fish, layer upon layer, the more powerful it is, the bigger the territory, and the more resources there are. So much so that after being exploited layer by layer, countless Lao Ding, who have no status at all, have almost become cows in the entire underworld......

Legend has it that above the seventy-two emperors, there is a supreme being, the Hades King!

Lao Ding has seen the highest level, probably the lord of the mansion, but after a glance from afar, he was shocked by that kind of power and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

It is worth mentioning that some countries are the coexistence of a variety of higher races, relatively chaotic, and in war all the year round, and some countries are dominated by a single race, and other creatures are regarded as inferior races, although there are few wars, they have no right to speak, and they will always be the objects of enslavement and plunder.

The Feather Spirit Kingdom is the first case.

The 29th Prefecture and its neighboring provinces often fought for land and resources.

Mochizuki Village is considered to be peaceful, located in the middle of the prefecture, unlike the outer and fringe villages, even if there are the kind of creatures with wings and fangs, they will be affected by the flames of war, and they will be attacked and plundered by other prefectures at every turn.

Next, Lao Ding lay on the bed, enjoying the peace of the last few hours of the month, because in half a day, he would go to work in the mine again.

Zhao Fan leaned against the wall, and his heart was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a while.

Because, the sheer world is huge beyond his imagination!

Although a prefecture is municipal, it is almost equivalent to half of the provinces of China.

Dozens of provinces, forming a kingdom.

Then dozens or hundreds of kingdoms built a great dynasty.

There are seventy-two great dynasties like this!

Zhao Fan roughly estimated that the underworld was nearly a hundred times larger than the human world, and this was only speculated according to the distribution of forces, in fact, it would only be more than that.

However, for him, the top priority at the moment is to figure out what the strength of the ruling class is, such as the lord of the mansion, the lord of the state, and the emperor, so as to have an accurate positioning for himself.

After a while, Zhao Fan sighed in his heart, "The underworld is like this, even if Seventeen really didn't come here completely annihilated, it was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to find her...... Difficult. ”

He basically lost hope.

Even so, Zhao Fan does not plan to return to the human world for the time being, because he has already stood at the apex, and the taste of no opponent is lonely and boring, and in the vast underworld, his intuition tells him that there will be no lack of challenges, and only in this way can he become stronger.

In this way, Zhao Fan stood quietly in Lao Ding's house, and seven hours passed.

Lao Ding woke up, he yawned and took off his tunic again and again, put on dirty clothes full of blood, and then listened to Zhao Fan's explanation of Xinhuaxia while squatting in front of the stove to make a fire and cook rice.

After a while, the rice was ready, steamed like rice, but it was gray-black, and it looked hard to swallow.

"Don't be disgusted."