The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 895 Ch.894 The End of the Picture
what is interesting is.

No matter how eager Zhang Yucai had spoken before, after summoning this "immortal", the group actually stared at the tree for half an afternoon without asking any questions - it was obvious that making such a decision with no turning back was too difficult.

Shandel said that the Orientals were still too "weak" and if they were politicians from the Empire, they would have made the wish long ago.

such as…

“For example, poor people across the empire suddenly fell in love with work.”

"Stop talking nonsense," Rose didn't think those people would be so stupid: "You might as well say that they wished for 'all the poor to disappear'."

Shandel smiled and shook his head. "Your wish is stupid, Vansittart. If the poor disappear, the law will lose its meaning - and chaos will begin."

"What do you mean by the poor disappear and the law loses——"

Rose stumbled and thought for a while before she understood.

"You monster."

Roland understood what Shandel meant.

That's right.

If this tree could really do... at least be omnipotent in this land, then it would be able to fulfill the ambitions of too many people - which is a very dangerous thing.

He remembered what Zhang Yucai mentioned, that there seemed to be a similar tree planted in the palace...

What will 'he' do?

…………

……

into the night.

The emerald trees were filled with corpses.

The White Lotus Sect members followed Zhang Yucai's request and did not burn the bodies of the Changgeng guards. Instead, they piled them up under this mysterious "demon tree".

——Not to mention the 'soft-hearted' deal, except for Zhang Yucai, neither the young prince nor Tuji had ever witnessed the power of this 'immortal' with their own eyes.

Take advantage of night.

When Westerners are not around.

They should give it a try.

The boy held a bowl of blood and silently poured it on the tree trunk.

The jade seemed to come to life and sucked it all clean in the blink of an eye.

"…what do you."

The boy asked tenderly.

Zhang Yucai lowered his eyes.

The voice rang in the minds of the three people.

“I am part of what you think and see.”

Another bowl of blood.

"What exactly is it?"

The tree was silent for a moment.

Reply:

"Your sacrifice is not worth the answer."

Another bowl of blood.

"Your sacrifice is not worth the answer."

Zhang Yucai picked up a corpse and threw it to the branches that were wrapping around it like thin tentacles.

The sound has changed.

“I am the tree you see, and the dream you don’t see.”

After a few attempts, the little prince suddenly understood.

His background meant that he would not be like a gambler who kept raising the stakes and getting to the bottom of things - he signaled Zhang Yucai with his eyes to bring another corpse, and asked a different question.

"Can you answer all the questions and grant all the wishes?"

Same body as the previous one.

The second one also disappeared among the densely woven branches.

"In theory, I can."

——What do you mean in theory?
It seemed to hear the doubts of the three people.

"You didn't pay me enough to reach the unknown."

The little prince thought about it.

The third body.

"How many corpses would it take for a high-level warlock to complete the sacrifice immediately?"

The tree trunk was silent for a long time.

A special answer was given.

"Twisting the fate of millions of people."

The forest is bleak.

The prince was struck by lightning.

He trembled a few times, staggered and fell to his knees.

“W-what——Zhang Yucai…!!”

The usually calm Dusi was also panicking at this moment.

He thought that if they wanted corpses, they would want corpses forever. At that time, he would lead the Feng brothers, including the White Lotus Sect, to rush to the nearest village or county and sweep a few times.

Aren't those smoking dens all over the place the best 'sacrifice'?
Ten, a hundred, or even a thousand would not be a problem. He did not expect that the price would be to 'distort the fate of millions of people'...

This…

It is almost impossible.

Tuji, whose arm was broken, was pale at this moment. He could also imagine that if this "sacrifice method" could not be completed, the evil cultists entrenched in the palace would rely on the power of their high-level sorcerers to join forces with the rebellious king...

By then, foreigners will be included.

The little prince's situation became even more difficult.

The prince could naturally think of what they could think of - having to kill millions or tens of millions of people was already enough to make him feel embarrassed, but at this moment, the huge stone in his heart fell to the ground.

so…

Yeah.

"Tuggie."

The short and strong guard quickly stepped forward and knelt down.

"Take the box from my jacket and go." The boy lowered his head and sighed.

"Master?" Tuji was stunned.

Now it's time to say whether to leave or not...

"Take the box and give it to your uncle. You came to me to ask for the secret method of becoming a god."

Quiet.

Zhang Yucai looked in disbelief at the brother who was kneeling on the ground and had worked with him for many years, but his hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the knife.

The little prince raised his arms and waved his palms with his back to them.

There was no longer the indomitable fire that symbolizes youth in his voice, and his voice sounded as tired as that of an old man.

"…I know that the emperor's uncle wants to "become a god through incense", not the chair. Tuji, you saved my life on the mountain, but you broke your arm and ruined your future. I'm afraid you won't get anything good from that mean person - just take the box and leave, I will consider it as a token of your friendship..."

The boy turned his face slightly.

Under the moonlight, his pale face forced out a sneer: "Everyone says there is a secret way to become a god... If it was really so easy, how could it be his turn?"

Tuji lowered his head and sweated profusely.

He was indeed sent to Changgeng by someone.

"... I know that you, remembering the trust and grace of my father, have protected me, a child, from danger several times in the palace... Tuji, today, our friendship ends. Zhang Yucai——"

Zhang Yucai responded immediately.

"Go, follow Tuji, give him the box from the palace, and send him away - no one is allowed to follow."

Zhang Yucai hesitated for a long time and asked in a low voice.

The little prince shook his head.

"That box is of no use to me. My father did not seek to become a god, and neither do I. A peaceful country and a prosperous people are far more important than becoming an immortal or a god..."

Zhang Yucai looked at the little prince quietly.

this moment.

He seemed to have seen a true and qualified monarch...

then.

Bow and leave.

He pulled up the trembling man, his former brother.

“…Follow me.”

"Brother Yucai..."

Tuji shouted in a trembling voice and tears came out.

Once his identity is exposed, there is no way he will leave alive - he knows exactly what the guards of the Changgeng Division look like and what kind of personality the Dusi Zhang Yucai has.

Tuji was ready.

did not expect…

But the little prince let him go.

Thinking of this, the blood rushed to his head and melted the kneecaps of this strong man.

He fell heavily to the ground, banging his head against the boy with his back to him.

He kept knocking until blood was dripping from his face.

"Tuji, tell my uncle: no matter what, we are one family. Now the foreigners are colluding with the evil people to invade our land and poison the people. Their intentions are obvious - are they really stubborn? Why not take the box and go find the immortals and gods..."

Having said that, the prince changed the subject.

"If you really think you have the greatness of the last emperor, you might as well take over your nephew's destiny."

Tuji kept saying he didn't dare and kept knocking his head. However, the little prince never looked at him again.

Zhang Yucai had a cold face. He simply picked up the man and pulled him away from the back forest step by step.

The night wind is bleak.

Only a desperate new king is left.

"It doesn't matter if I do the same deal again..."

After a while.

The prince kicked his hem and stood up.

There was only indifference in his eyes.

He walked slowly to the emerald tree, raised his hand and touched the stone skin that was layered like fish scales, his eyes full of emotion:

"I'm a little reluctant to part with you."

(End of this chapter)