Bright!

If Wang Man is not speaking, then the person speaking is...

"You'd better go quickly, she's coming back." The voice sounded again.

Xu Le frowned slightly, is she coming back? who is she? This should be a kind reminder, right?

Although you don’t know the identity of the other party at this time, it is necessary to remain vigilant.

This person can be aware of himself and remind himself to be careful of "her".

It's probably because this "she" has a high probability of being able to detect herself, the leader of the red monks?

"Wang Man, let's go down."

"Huh? Why don't you continue going up? There's still some distance up there."

"No, I feel that this location is a bit dangerous. To be on the safe side, we'd better leave as soon as possible."

Although Wang Man didn't know where the danger Xu Le mentioned came from, she still nodded and agreed to Xu Le's request.

After all, she has already explored this place once, and this time she came here to bring Xu Le to explore.

Since Xu Le is leaving, she will naturally not stay here.

"Okay, let's go."

The two souls began to decline rapidly and left the platform garden as quickly as possible.

Not long after they left, a red figure slowly descended from the sky.

She must have fallen from a higher place in the tree. When she landed on the platform garden, the red figure raised her head slightly.

The delicate tip of her nose searched for something in the air. After a few seconds, she came to the place where Xu Le and Wang Man's souls had just floated.

In front of the red flowers, I gently picked this flower.

Then he opened his hood, put the flower in front of his nose and smelled it.

"The smell of the soul."

Under this woman's hood, she actually had no eyes, and she had loose waxy hair above her forehead.

The hair seemed to be withered and spread to her neck.

Except for her hair, her stretched out fingers were also the same. They were all devastated and filled with the aura of being bonded to the tree.

After gently sniffing the flowers, the woman covered herself with the hood again.

He turned and walked to the center of the garden and stood there.

This station, like the statue, has never moved again.

…

Xu Le and Wang Man sank slowly. They passed one place after another and finally returned to the third floor of the tower, where they stayed, the parliament hall.

After the soul returned, Xu Le suddenly opened his eyes.

A lingering feeling of fear pervaded my heart.

"Who was the voice that reminded you just now?"

He looked at Wang Man with some confusion. If the reminder just now belonged to Guangzhu, then the person who was reminded should be Wang Man, and it couldn't be him.

"Brother Xu Le, there is actually an area up there. It is the highest place I have ever been to..."

"Okay, that's good. Thank you for this time."

"This is originally my own business, but even if I know the situation above, it is meaningless. There is no way for us to go up."

Wang Man felt a little regretful. In this position, she couldn't touch the light cast.

Unless... there is a more in-depth way.

Xu Le held his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head slightly.

"There is really no good solution. This matter can only be left as it is." Xu Le's most important thing now is to finalize Zion's trade policy.

Then it’s your own business, Xiong Zemo.

Finally there is the tower.

Although there are several goals in this line of work that are not necessary to be completed, Xu Le thought that since he had come, he would not leave because he wanted them all!

"Everyone, please take a rest. The discussion between the lighthouse people will probably take some time. Maybe they won't pay attention to us today."

"Well, rest."

After everyone took a rest, Xu Le and Wang Shu exchanged glances.

As the carrier of the power of the Golden Light Tree, if there is any chance to connect to this tree, then the King Tree is definitely the only channel and clue.

"Brother Shu, let me briefly tell you about the above situation."

Wang Shu:?

Although Wang Shu was a little surprised, he still sounded patiently.

Xu Le did not hide the situation on the golden tree, especially the fact that high-end trees will rot.

Xu Le told Wang Shu without reservation.

Wang Shu is not the kind of terminally ill old man, nor is he the kind of family member who needs to hide his illness. He is a very determined night watchman and a warrior.

If he can't accept this kind of thing, then he is not qualified to attack the highest peak of warriors.

What's more, even if the body rots and becomes like those red-robed ascetic monks, isn't it still alive?

As long as you don't die, you can be saved.

"That's probably how things are. I'm afraid you need to take control of the rotten situation..."

After Wang Shu listened to Xu Le's story, there was no extra expression on his face, nor was he worried about himself.

There is no need to worry about things that have not happened yet, and even if they worry, they have no solution.

"What are you thinking now? Find a chance to go up?"

"Before that, let's do what needs to be done. But do you think there is a chance to go up?"

"We rarely come to the upper city, let alone the tower. Such a place must be controlled by the Illuminati, and we have no way to enter."

Wang Shu shook his head slightly, thinking that at this time and under such circumstances, it would be almost impossible to enter the rotten area of ​​the golden tree on the upper level of the tower.

However, the two people's not-so-quiet conversation also attracted Gu Beichen's attention.

"What are you talking about? Behind my back like this? Is it interesting?"

Xu Le touched his nose and felt unlucky.

However, Wang Shu still tirelessly told Gu Beichen about the situation.

After Gu Beichen heard Xu Le's thoughts, he smiled disdainfully:

"Isn't this kind of thing simple?"

Xu Le:?

Wang Shu:?

"Come on, tell me your opinion." Xu Le sat aside with a stern look. He wanted to see what was in Gu Beichen's gourd.

"First of all, you have to make sure of one thing. Can you defeat the guards and monks on the Golden Light Tree?"

Hearing this question, Xu Le frowned slightly:

"Isn't this nonsense? We definitely can't beat it. There are only a few of us, and we are the core of a city."

"Isn't that enough? If you can't beat me, just join. Isn't this simple?"

Xu Le and Wang Shu were stunned. If they can't beat them, they will join?

"How to join?"

Gu Beichen pretended to pour himself a cup of tea, then pointed at Wang Man who was meditating over there:

"Have you seen that glowing girl? She shines, a devout believer.

Did you see the little tree? Small trees will grow saplings, a system.

Didn’t you see me? I am from the Red Moon Temple, and I am one of their own.

So Xu Le, what about you? "

Xu Le:......

He stared at Gu Beichen for a long time and said slowly:

"You were taken away?"

"roll."

Although Gu Beichen was often unreliable, his proposal was indeed very constructive.

Wang Shu, Wang Man, and Gu Beichen himself all have certain conditions to join the Illuminati. They may not agree to join, but at least they have reasons and identities to join.

The ones that are more difficult to deal with are actually himself and Alley.

This is worth thinking about.

"Think carefully about what you should do next."

…

The next day, the lighthouse went down to the city.

Xiong Zemo received Luo Juya's remains and shed tears silently in front of many night watchmen.

As the mayor of Area B, this situation is already a bit out of control, but no night watchman will say anything at this time.

Several night watch captains came over and warned carefully:

"Lord District Chief, please take care of yourself."

"Yes, my condolences."

"Mrs. Ju Ya has a spirit in heaven, and she wouldn't want you to be like this."

Xiong Zemo wiped his tears and nodded to these people:

"Ju Ya's affairs will be left to you."

"Make sure to complete the mission."

Several night watchmen saluted.

At this point, Xiong Zemo took Luo Juyana's charred body back and got into the car.

Driving on the road, the car stopped at a corner of the slum.

The driver's head suddenly turned around. This kind of twisting was 180 degrees. There is no way a normal person's neck can do this.

He began to pull out some small metal pieces from various corners of the car, and then used these metal pieces to piece together a metal key before getting out of the car.

On the other side, Xiong Zemo himself lifted the coffin containing the body.

Although his puppet is a warlock, there is no sense of inconsistency in lifting such a coffin with his height of 2 meters.

The two of them walked towards the slum one after the other.

The driver opened a door with his own synthesized metal key and walked in one after another.

After entering the metal door, there is a long staircase leading underground.

The two of them calmly opened another mechanism, and a new road extended from the right side of the steps to the right.

That's the beauty of this hidden area.

Even if it is discovered and violently cracked.

According to the inertia of thinking, those people will keep walking downwards, and it will be difficult to find the hidden mechanisms on the side.

After the two entered the side door, they walked to a hidden laboratory.

Xiong Zemo himself is sitting here.

Sitting in a wheelchair, reading a book quietly.

The lamp at his hand was not a commonly used kerosene lamp, but a strangely shaped golden tree branch.

After the two puppets arrived here, they did not have any conversation, because a puppet master never needs to talk to his own puppets.

His will is the puppet's will, and his thoughts are the puppet's thoughts.

The puppet is his tool and his weapon.

Putting Luo Juya's charred body on the test stand, Xiong Zemo got up from his wheelchair, walked slowly to Luo Juya, and carefully touched her face.

"How could you be so careless? If you wanted to escape from the beginning, you should be able to escape.

After so much time has passed between us, we no longer need to maintain face. Why risk your own life? It's not worth it. "

Xiong Zemo confided his feelings to Luo Juya while moving on Luo Juya's body.

His fingers are very delicate, and their fingertips are filled with a touch of psychic energy, like many precise scalpels operating at the same time.

Click!

Luo Juya's jaw was removed.

Xiong Zemo took out a few bottles of potions from the test bench, and then poured the potions into his hands.

When these potions of different colors fell into his palm, spiritual energy began to combine with these potions and rise, and several streams of water with spiritual energy began to move in Xiong Zemo's hands.

Then he pressed his palm on Luo Juya's chin.

Let this jaw begin to absorb these potions and spiritual energy. This process lasted for more than ten minutes before it ended.

Xiong Zemo then took out a bottle of blood and turned it into a blood bead in his hand.

Open the jaw of Luo Juya's body and put it in.

After doing all this, Xiong Zemo directly put the chin section back, and then began to form seals:

"Spell-Array-Array-Appearance-The Art of Resurrection."

The scattered souls were gradually gathered by some kind of power, and even the river of souls experienced some fluctuations.

But the scope of this fluctuation is not very large.

These souls condensed into a drop of blue liquid on Luo Juya's head and slowly fell.

After the soul water droplets fell, Luo Juya began to generate psychic energy fluctuations, and very strong shadow energy began to spread to the surroundings.

These shadow energies even swallowed up some of Xiong Zemo's bottles and jars, causing the entire secret room to shake.

The charred corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

His turbid and dim eyes moved towards Xiong Zemo, who was summoning his soul.

"Old Bear..."

The voice was very hoarse, like a gear that had been polished, and it felt like it was losing power.

"Yes, I'm here." Xiong Zemo nodded.

"Sorry, I can't help you anymore."

"It doesn't matter, you will become a part of me." Xiong Zemo pinched Luo Juya's forehead.

The corpse's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, but in the end he didn't refute anything:

"If you can stay...that's fine."

"Tell me about those people." Xiong Zemo said calmly.

Luo Juya was silent for a while:

"I thought you were going to ask me about something from the past."

"Our past? Those were experiences not worth bragging about."

“It’s not something to brag about, but it’s a great memory for us.”

"If there is no way to exist forever, then memories are the most useless thing, because people will eventually die."

The concept of one person and one corpse is completely different, and there has been some collision of consciousness.

However, Luo Juya finally chose to compromise.

"The art of resurrection should only last a few minutes. Old Bear, I only have a few minutes left. Is there any point in arguing like this?"

"Everything I do is for our ideals."

"But my ideal is you..."

If Luo Juya could cry, she should be in a very sad state now. Unfortunately, her chin is incomplete, and it is already very difficult for her to cry.

However, Luo Juya's sadness did not affect Xiong Zemo. He just said mechanically:

"Tell me about their capabilities."

Luo Juya stared at Xiong Zemo. This was one of the few actions she could do.

"when?"

"Is there any point in asking these things now?"

"For me there is."

"A long time ago."

Luo Juya suddenly laughed miserably, but unfortunately her laughter was completely silent, and the rubbing of the corpse could not produce laughter at all.

"There are four of them, two warriors and two warlocks. The leader of the warlock is Xu Le..."

Luo Juya began to talk about Xu Le and their abilities, while Xiong Zemo listened very attentively.

Not only did he listen attentively, he even took out pen and paper to take notes on some key points.

When facing any warlock, one cannot take it lightly.

Especially warlocks who are ready to kill you.

"Having mastered the power of thunder and light, and even the ability to control gravity, influence anima, and fight in close quarters, Xu Le's abilities are more complex than before!"

As Xiong Zemo recorded, Luo Juya's eyes became darker and darker under his hand.

"Old Xiong, is the relationship between us real?"

Luo Juya didn't get an answer. Xiong Zemo looked very busy and didn't want to pay attention to his wife's words at this time.

In less than ten minutes, her soul was completely gone.

There was no communication between husband and wife as she imagined, and it dissipated with endless regret.

Xiong Zemo recorded the last stroke of Xu Le's ability, then placed his palm on Luo Juya, and slowly spoke to his dead wife:

"I've already prepared for you. If it's not true love, why should I wait until now?"

Poof!

The fingertips pierced into Luo Juya's chest, pinching Luo Juya's heart that had stopped beating for a long time.

…

On top of the tower.

Xu Le crossed his legs and watched several negotiators and some business personnel from the lighthouse arguing fiercely.

But the content of their argument was ridiculous, at least in Xu Le's view.

"Our energy export price in Zion is 7 cents. There is absolutely no problem with this price, and we will not make concessions."

Zion's negotiators spoke righteously, and it felt like they were defending Zion's interests and arguing with the lighthouse people about energy prices.

But what is the actual situation?

"Impossible, this price is absolutely impossible. The energy price to the lighthouse is at least 4 yuan. Your selling price cannot be lower than 4 yuan."

"Isn't energy cheap? Why does it have to cost 4 yuan?"

"You don't have to worry about it. Anyway, if we say it's 4 yuan, it's 4 yuan."

Regarding this quarrel, Xu Le could only lie on the sofa and drink tea.

Zion is willing to sell it for 7 cents, but Lighthouse is not willing. If Lighthouse bites it to death, it will cost 4 yuan to import, so this is nonsense...

In fact, the reason is easy to understand for Xu Le.

At present, the Shangcheng District family of Lighthouse has a large amount of moonstone resources. The original price of moonstone is stable at 9 yuan.

If Guyinduo soap is imported at 7 cents, the price difference between the two parties will be more than ten times.

Once the import price of 7 cents is announced, even if transportation and other factors are involved, the price will be only two yuan per gram at most.

The Lighthouse Council and the families in the uptown district barely make a dollar because transportation costs do exist.

But it’s only 1 yuan, what about their losses?

The moonstones will not be sold at all. The moonstones they have in stock will definitely be completely unsaleable unless they are lowered to a price that is more advantageous than soap.

This is a result that the upper levels of the lighthouse cannot accept at all.

But if they increase the import price of soap to 4 yuan, and then describe more about how difficult it is to import and how dangerous transportation is.

Then if the price is increased to more than 6 yuan, then they can earn at least 2 yuan per gram.

In addition, the original backlog of moon stones can also be reduced to the same price as soap during this period of time, and can be quickly shipped and destocked.

If people feel that soap is easy to use but moonstone is difficult to use, Beacon Uptown can completely restrict the sale of first-hand soap.

Then, we will publicize more information about Guyinduo Soap’s energy instability and so on.

people? The public knows nothing. Even if they have doubts, can they really study whether Guyinduo Soap is safe?

Totally impossible.

Therefore, they can only buy high-priced soap or high-priced moonstones honestly. This situation will not end until the moonstones in the uptown area of ​​the lighthouse are destocked.

Xu Le originally priced soap at 5 cents per gram.

7 cents is already a profit.

It makes no sense for Beacon to do this and make Zion earn an extra 3.5 yuan in tears.

To be honest, Xu Le really didn't want to make this money, so it was pointless.

Once Zion Energy starts exporting, the money and numbers will become almost the same. By then, what he wants to get hold of is not just money.

A lot of things are subtle.

Although this move to increase prices to destock is cool, the import price of 4 yuan blocked Xu Le's original idea.

He could only secretly admire the behavior of the lighthouse:

"They are indeed a group of old economic experts. Compared with them, I am still too young."

Although Alley and the others on the side didn't quite understand why the lighthouse wanted to increase its price, after hearing what Xu Le said about him, Alley still consoled him:

"You are indeed very young. You are only 22 years old. You should be one of the youngest members of Congress in the history of Zion, maybe the youngest."

The ages of some congressmen were not determined, so Alley could not confirm them.

Xu Le felt very comfortable when he heard the girl's praise, but the result of the negotiation still made him helpless.

He may be able to make a lot of money at this price, but it can no longer impress the people of Lighthouse.

Especially the desperate downtown area.

For those who only have 25 yuan a month, there is not much difference between 6 yuan of energy and 9 yuan of energy. They cannot afford it.

You can only go to the wild to collect wood, burn firewood, or get some coal.

But if it costs 1-2 yuan of energy, even a very poor family can still be satisfied with daily lighting.

This is a qualitative change!

Xu Le stood up at this time and said to several lighthouse councilors:

"Everyone, didn't we say that we should seek welfare for the people?"

"You said it yourself, that's just saying."

…

The airship pad of the lighthouse.

A passenger with flaming red hair walked out of the newly docked second-class cabin.

The young guard who was still standing guard here stared at this figure, shook his head, got angry, and slapped himself again.

"Damn, why are you so worthless? I've only seen you once. What do you fantasize about all day long?"

While the review guard on duty was still complaining about himself, the slightly rough and confident voice among women appeared in his ears:

"Hey, Mr. Guard, are you okay? Can you still check the visa?"

The guard raised his head, glanced at the opponent's eye patch and pale golden prosthetic arm, and then lowered his head:

"Yes, of course. In fact, we... met Miss Chixiao before."