Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 357 357. Simmer it for three hours (First update)
The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.

Mo Hao had no idea whether Huang Tian should be enthroned or not, but this Cang Tian who made it impossible for people to survive really deserved to die.

Mo Hao discovered that every time he entered the Taixu Realm, the options used as [Assistant] would more or less hint at the environment within the Taixu Realm.

In the Davidic court, where the demons were powerful and humans were reduced to being kept as livestock, the dragon flag appeared.

In a world where dragons under the command of the Dragon King Caesar are wreaking havoc, the Dragon Destroyer Swordsman appears.

Even the demons lurking in the cyber world have appeared as hell walkers.

Mo Hao didn't know whether the appearance of [General Card - Zhang Jiao] this time was some kind of hint, but after seeing the situation in the slums, he already understood one thing.

If the slums in the city look like this, what will they look like in other cities, outside the city?
"The Xianbei invaded You and Bing, and epidemics and droughts ravaged Jing and Yang."

"When you are hungry, people eat each other."

"The emperor played with dogs in the Western Garden, set up shops in the Eastern Palace, and sold officials in the palace."

Mo Hao sighed, very softly, for fear of waking up Mavis who was sleepy after eating some rice soup.

Only when a scene that you have never seen appears before your eyes can you understand how horrifying the scene of hell described in just a few words is.

Only then will you realize how indifferent the dignitaries on the stage at that time were, and understand how the Taiping Dao was able to gather so many people.

All the clones that have been differentiated, no, calling those phantoms that are condensed through simple magic and do not have much combat power clones is really overstating this ability.

After taking back all the phantoms, the Taoist wearing a yellow turban disappeared just as suddenly as he appeared.

No trace was left, and it seemed like an illusion to others.

Only the full and warm feeling in their stomachs told them that it was not an illusion.

……

The world of heavenly book.

Dr. Agumon looked at his partner and knew that he was in a bad mood, so he hurried to calculate how much food and various supplies were in the warehouse.

When handing over the paper with the record number, Dr. Agumon couldn't help but complain, "My friend, everything in this world is good, but there are not enough high-quality talents. There is not even one person who can be an accountant or statistician."

The labor force includes ox-headed, horse-faced monsters and demons, and is sufficient until it expands to a certain range.

At least it is enough for the Heavenly Book World, which is only at the county level at its largest.

But it is only the labor force that is sufficient. Some relatively mid- to high-end talents are far from being satisfied.

"I'm sorry, I will find the right person as soon as possible so you don't have to work so hard."

Dr. Agumon shook his head. Compared with the scientific research he did under Professor Molecularmon, this level of work was not that intense.

But after knowing Mo Hao's plan, Dr. Agumon felt that he still had an obligation to remind him, "Buddy, it is impossible to save a country with this little output."

Due to the vacant land, there are only ten acres of farmland. Even if this place is harvested once a week, it is far from enough to supply the consumption of the entire city's population.

Not to mention that the hungry people in the [Leinigman Empire] are far more than just one city.

Even if all the recent output was brought out, it would still be just a drop in the bucket.

"I don't plan to save the country with this little food."

Even if the output of these ten acres of land is taken into account, this amount of food can at most allow a few thousand or tens of thousands of people to get through the winter.

Compared to the total number, this amount is just a drop in the bucket.

But the coincidence was that he knew where the food was.

Enough food.

"As long as we can hold on for this period of time, I will take care of the food problem."

During these days, he was not just looking for a place to paint. His five senses brought by his powerful strength allowed him to ignore the isolation of the walls and hear people talking. He heard that merchants were planning to increase the price of grain, and that officials and profiteers colluded to hoard grain that should have flowed to the market and drove up the price.

There were more things to communicate, but it was enough for Mo Hao to know where the food was from these things.

"Mate, you are planning to challenge an empire."

"wrong."

Mo Hao looked at Dr. Agumon seriously and answered seriously, "I want to destroy it."

……

Late at night, some places are still brightly lit. At this time, even staying on for a long time at night is a way to show off one's wealth.

But in some places, more places, there are no lights at all.

Maybe he had already fallen asleep, or maybe he couldn't afford to turn on the light.

Of course, it could also be for safety.

For example, a warehouse that stores a large amount of grain that would otherwise flow into the market.

A completely dark figure sneaked in, silently without causing any breeze. The patrol personnel who should have been in the warehouse also fell to the ground unconscious.

But Mo Hao did not rush in. His feeling told him that there was something else in the warehouse.

Something that could bring him danger.

The pitch-black night began to coalesce, forming a beast that emitted a black glow.

Even on a dark night, the darkness cannot be blocked.

Faced with this strange and abnormal thing, Mo Hao swung out a golden sword light as a test.

The power of the Heavenly Demon Sword tore through the night sky, and at the same time tore apart the beast made of darkness.

But even though they were split into two, the beasts did not die. They seemed to draw strength from the darkness and turned into two.

Not only is it immortal, but it can also split. Obviously, this is not an ordinary method. It should be caused by the [mystery] that returned from the New World.

But these methods are just small tricks for Mo Hao.

He stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, and immediately generated a huge suction force that crushed several wild beasts, turning them into wisps of night breath that were absorbed by Mo Hao.

After using the [Soul Furnace] to devour the remnants of the slain beast, Mo Hao's expression suddenly changed.

It became extremely ugly, not because the beasts had any tricks up their sleeves, nor because Mo Hao was injured, but simply because he felt disgusted.

If the qi and blood absorbed from killing enemies on a daily basis can be compared to white rice and steamed buns, which have no taste but can provide a good feeling of fullness.

What you absorb from killing a strong man is a delicious meal.

But for Mo Hao, what he learned from these beasts of the night was like putting blue cheese, pickled puffins, and canned herrings on the table and asking him to eat them all in one breath.

Psychologically, I feel an immense amount of nausea.

"Fuck, what the hell is this."

It was indeed very weird. He had used the [Soul Furnace] for so long that it was not an exaggeration to say that this thing was a demonic skill. However, it was the first time that Mo Hao encountered something that could make his energy path feel disgusted.

It was like being tricked into eating blue cheese, or even something even more disgusting, which made Mo Hao feel furious.

He was so angry that he planned to transport the food away and then burn the secret inside.

Use flames to teach that thing what cooking is.

Simmer it for three hours!

(End of this chapter)