The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 873 Ch.872 Chat and Treasure Hunt

“It’s not difficult, as long as someone is willing to do it.”

Feng Rushong replied lightly but firmly.

Just like his name.

"I have read some information, Mr. Feng. Believe me, it is information that should be kept confidential and that you may not even know about."

Shandel pinched a piece of bean cake and fed it to Roland.

"It is a bit biased to describe your monarch and officials as 'stupid' -" she said: "They are a group of extremely smart and extremely selfish monsters."

Feng Rushong was silent.

Slowly turn to the martial arts arena.

The girl who was hiding in the shade of the tree and peeping was standing on tiptoe to look at Roland - this age is when people are easily confused by faces, and even if they have experienced many painful things, few children would be surprised.

"Wild Grass likes you very much, Mr. Luo."

Roland looked back, but startled the little rabbit with messy hair, which quickly retreated behind the tree trunk.

"weed?"

Roland couldn't understand how anyone could give a child such a name.

"You are not qualified to say that."
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How come I am not qualified?

"I named myself 'Wrench'?"
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Do you like it or not.

"dislike."
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Like it or not.

"I don't like it...if you ask me again, I'll make you blind for the whole day."
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Why not? Little Candle likes the name I gave it to her very much.

"Even if you call it a dung ball, it will like it."
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If I called you a dung ball...

"You try it."

The girl who chatted up Roland was called Feng "Wild Grass", or "Wild Flower", or "Grass Grass" - she was not like other adults or children who decided to join the Pure Land Sect in order to "get rid of" the so-called past and use a "nickname" instead of a name.

Unlike others, she did not ask the blue-shirted scholar to come up with a nice-sounding and meaningful name, like a high-ranking official, with a given name, a surname, and a given name.

"Because she won't live much longer."

Feng Rushong took a bean cake and thanked him softly.

The gray-haired girl, who looked like a fairy in the sunlight, smiled gently.

"Looks healthier than the boys."

Feng Rushong nodded, a shadow falling over his eyes.

"Zhu Da."

He said.

"This place is Zhujia Village, and the Zhus have the final say. We arrived too late and were unable to save her..."

The bean cakes turned into powder as the knuckles pressed harder.

Roland knew what the story was without even having to listen.

This is not uncommon, but what he saw when he was a child was more "complicated" - those dirty guys in human skins were not picky about gender, and would inevitably give a try to anyone who was pretty.

"What's the disease?" Roland asked.

"It looks like an internal organ disease, but it's not accurate. The doctor can't cure it." Feng Rushong avoided Xiandel, frowned and whispered, "It's not 'that kind'. His stupid son has been hanging out with so many people, and the weeds... have festered and formed a festering sore..."

Shandel named several herbs.

Generally speaking, there is not much difference between doctors on both sides in terms of herbal medicine.

There are better ways, but how do you cut off the sore?
"Ritualist?"

Roland asked.

Shandel could answer her.

The girl shook her head slightly and opened her palms in the daylight: a thin, invisible force distorted the light.

"Saints can transfer pain, but it is difficult to truly cure it - you should have heard of the Golden Sister, Roland. If we really have this ability, I'm afraid that 'eternal life' will not be the pursuit of those old guys who are willing to sacrifice everything..."

After she finished speaking, she handed the bamboo basket to Roland, walked around the martial arts arena, and grabbed the girl who was hiding behind the tree. Feng Rushong saw her whispering something to Little Wild Grass, who looked at Roland happily.

Roland...

I can only smile back.

Shandel held her hand, and after just a moment, the girl showed an expression of disbelief.

"Your friends are all kind people."

Feng Rushong sighed.

He glanced at the curly-haired girl squatting in the corner of the martial arts arena, watching the fun, and the servants serving on both sides (keeping an eye on her).

"So, you plan to lead your men and Yolanda to destruction."

Feng Rusong did not answer, but asked, "Sir, do you think our biggest enemy is the imperial court or the foreigners?"

Roland thought for a moment and said: "Empire."

Along the way, Roland finally saw how vast this land was and how many tens of millions of people lived on it - Yolanda once told him disdainfully that this was just a "corner" of the country.

If there were no iron ships and artillery, and no elite ritualists and merchant caravans that landed in large numbers after the treaty, it would not be difficult to cultivate "dragons" everywhere with the "white lotus" of the two brothers Feng Rushong and Feng Hu - half a year, a year, or three years.

The longer the time goes, the more people there are who perform the rituals among the people.

This would undoubtedly force their monarchs to compromise, and to compromise completely.

"There's only one thing I don't agree with." Roland frowned.

The man in blue shirt made a gesture of invitation.

"Why don't your dragons have wings? Yolanda said the path I drew that day looked like the illegitimate child of an earthworm and a dragon."

Feng Rusong: …

Is this something to talk about now?

Don't mention the 'road' that day.

The more Feng Rushong thought about it, the weirder his expression became. Under the gaze of two bright eyes, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"We are the blood of the dragon, Master Luo. Just like you always talk about the color of your blood and how ancient your surname is - in this land, each of us is part of the 'ancient'."

Roland doesn't like dragons without wings.

"Isn't it cooler to have wings?"
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none of your business.

"..."

"So, you have a way to 'blockade' this country?" Roland asked casually: "A strange object? Or a ritual?"

Feng Rusong did not answer. He stared at Roland for a while, then asked, "Sir, do you believe in 'fate'?"

"Fate?" Roland shook his head, thought for a moment, and nodded again: "I didn't believe it before."

Until one day, he fell into the spider web of fate.

"I believe that God will favor the bloodline of dragons..."

Feng Rushong looked up and sighed.

As long as everything the adults say is true.

"The evil religion cultivates perfume, poisons the people, and deceives the emperor. I'm afraid that in a few days, there will be a disaster of turmoil in the government and the country..." Feng Rushong suddenly changed the subject and mentioned the 'donkey ears': "Sir, you can come with me to see Zhou Xiang."

Although the ritualists on the "Organ" road can hear subtle "confessions", they are not as good as those on the road that are truly good at "treasure hunting".

The person was brought back, but there is still no clue.

All he did all day was eat and sleep, and he kept shouting like a madman, "I'm going to die!" Feng Hu had wanted to chop the man into pieces and see the whole thing clearly, but Feng Rushong was worried that doing so would not only destroy the treasure, but would also easily cause trouble.

Who knows what the consequences will be if you chop it randomly...maybe you'll lose it?

Feng Rushong had no knowledge in this area, and he would not be able to pry open the madman's mouth in a short period of time.

"As for the treasure hunt, I guess there's someone who would love to participate."

Roland waved to the girl in the corner of the martial arts arena.

(End of this chapter)