In the Blade

Chapter 311 Miracle

On the other side of the Yellow Sand City, Wu Zhao was still in his secret base, and some hooded men were training spontaneously, forming two completely different factions from Du Chengfeng.

And this was the result Wu Zhao wanted, or rather the result Wu Zhao had wanted before. Since there were differences in ideas, everyone would bring some people to see whose ideas could really work. In a sense, this was still a competition, a fight, but it was no longer about boxing or killing skills, but about each other's ideas and thoughts, as well as the correctness of their actions.

Of course, Wu Zhao now knew that the other side had no intention of competing with him at all, and his intention to compete was meaningless.

But things still had to be done. This strange foreign land was not a place to stay for a long time. Du Chengfeng wanted to go back to Wangyou Township, and he also wanted to go back to the Yin people's era. Everyone wanted to leave. At least on this point, everyone had the most basic consensus.

But when it came to doing things...

Wu Zhao himself had no idea.

The people in this world are very weak, even too weak. They don't even understand the power of evil spirits, let alone the ghost in their hearts. Of course, this was originally a good thing. After all, it means that no inexplicable strong man will suddenly appear to oppose him. He can mess around as much as he wants, and there is no possibility of any trouble.

But now, Wu Zhao has realized that this is probably not a good thing.

The power of the ghost in the heart is so strong, and the power of evil spirits is so fierce, but these locals don't use it. Is it because they don't want to?

Obviously, they also want to, especially after Wu Zhao showed his unimaginable power, he can see the eyes of those locals, those fears mixed with envy.

But they can't do it.

It's not that Wu Zhao didn't try to teach, but these people couldn't do it at all. They could only learn to obey from Wu Zhao, but they couldn't learn anything other than obedience. It was precisely because of these seemingly meaningless teachings that Wu Zhao realized that the problem might not be just his teaching method.

Rather, there is something wrong with the people here.

This place is completely different from the world he once lived in, and it is also completely different from the so-called later Southern Chen. The people in this world would rather choose to obey his brutality than to exert the power of imagination. They would rather distort their will than to deny the facts before their eyes.

"Reality."

Wu Zhao frowned more and more tightly.

Yes, this world is too realistic and too real. The power of the heart that he is accustomed to is completely incomprehensible to the people here.

Maybe he can indeed make these people imagine a non-existent world through orders, but that is just ordinary imagination. Their imagination is just imagination, without any power, and can't cause any vision.

"Maybe we went the wrong way from the beginning."

Thinking of this, Wu Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

The people here couldn't use the power of the mind from the beginning, and they couldn't rely on these people to go back and forth from the beginning.

In this real world, everything they did was in vain after all.

"Don't think too much, drink the soup first."

Just when Wu Zhao was thinking hard about how to solve this problem, three bowls of hot mutton soup were handed over.

The one who brought the mutton soup was Du Chengfeng. Although Wu Zhao always regarded him as an opponent, they came from Wangyou Township together after all. At least Du Chengfeng was willing to share some of the delicious food with him.

Of course, it was mainly to show off his cooking skills and shock Wu Zhao, a primitive man who had never seen good things.

But what made Du Chengfeng regretful was that after the three Wu Zhaos tasted the mutton soup, they did not show any shock, as if it was just an ordinary meal - not only that, the three Wu Zhaos even doubted his good intentions of coming to send soup.

"Why did you remember to make me a portion today? Do you need my help?"

"You are unreasonable, really unreasonable."

Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.

"What do you mean by giving you a portion? Everyone gets a portion... I've sent it to you with good intentions, so you get this. I'd have given it to a dog instead of giving it to you."

"So everyone gets a portion... huh?"

The elder Wu Zhao, who was holding the soup bowl, suddenly frowned.

"You said everyone gets a portion? How many sheep did you kill? Don't you know that those supplies are useful? This is not your Forget-Me-Not hometown! Mutton doesn't grow out of thin air!"

"Not much, just two."

Du Chengfeng's face became more and more unfriendly.

"You're really unreasonable. Do you think I'm the type who abuses public supplies just to have fun?"

"Oh, two is fine."

Hearing that Du Chengfeng only used two sheep, Wu Zhao nodded slightly, continued to pick up the bowl and sip, and chewed the mutton in the soup.

But as he chewed, Wu Zhao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Everyone had a share of the mutton soup that Du Chengfeng brought, and now, not only him, but even the hooded people in the stronghold were drinking the soup and eating the meat together - this seemed to be no problem, after all, Du Chengfeng made a lot of soup this time.

But, if it was soup, he could understand it.

Where did these people get the meat?

You have to know that after those soldiers who were suppressing the rebellion were turned, there are now more than 10,000 people in this small city of yellow sand. It is just the meat of two sheep. Even if all of them are boiled in the pot, it is impossible to say that everyone can have meat to eat - but now, this impossible thing has appeared in front of him.

"Are you sure that you only used two sheep?"

The three Wu Zhao looked at Du Chengfeng at the same time.

"Don't you think there is something wrong?"

"Is there anything wrong with this?"

Du Chengfeng was puzzled.

"It is because there is not much meat that I chose the method of stewing soup. As long as the meat is broken a little, everyone can have meat to eat and soup to drink... No, why are you talking so much about drinking soup? Can't you shut up?"

"I... I want to go out and take a look."

Take a deep breath, the two men and the dog went out with the soup bowl.

After going out for a walk, especially after seeing the long queue in front of the soup pot and the hot soup in people's hands, Wu Zhao was sure that he must have lost again.

In this place where miracles are absolutely impossible, a miracle happened.

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