Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

The village had an air of strangeness about it.

It looks like a cult gathering place!

But after thinking it over for a long time, Wang Er decided not to bother Liu Family Village and ordered his men to avoid it.

In these chaotic years of war, joining a cult is better than those who rebel.

Thinking of this, Zhong Guangdao glanced at the wooden swords they were holding and shook his head inwardly.

It seems they have indeed been brainwashed by a cult.

No wonder. With so many things to bring out, they're probably going to sell them in Chengcheng. I thought they were merchants, but now they're not exactly robbing the rich to help the poor.

"Brother Guangdao, should we still rob it? That village is really a bit eerie," the person who had been to Liujia Village said sincerely.

We won't rob Liujia Village, but we still need to confirm.

"Hey, are you from Liujia Village?" Zhong Guangdao asked.

Miao Zhiming nodded and replied, "That's right."

"Huh? They're from Liu Family Village! We've always been known to rob the rich to help the poor, not the villagers."

"What do we do, continue robbing?"

"What's the point of robbing them? It's Liu Family Village! My old mother's still with them!"

"Mine is too!"

Upon hearing that they were from Liu Family Village, the men looked embarrassed and quickly put away their weapons.

Miao Zhiming and the others seemed much more amiable.

Good people are becoming increasingly rare.

"Hahaha, what a waste of time!" Zhong Guangdao breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his men's reaction.

He also had relatives in Liujia Village, so naturally he didn't want to take action against the people of Liujia Village.

"We were in the wrong. Since you are all from Liu Family Village," Zhong Guangdao said, gesturing for his men to make way. "We apologize for our offense and ask you to leave."

"Thank you." Miao Zhiming bowed and thanked him. As he left, he handed the bag of loose silver to Zhong Guangdao.

"What is this?" Zhong Guangdao looked at Miao Zhiming with a puzzled expression.

"Righteous man, please accept these loose silver coins and share them with the brothers," Miao Zhiming said with a smile. "Come visit our Liu Family Village when you have time."

These people, forced by the times, are different from the previous bandits; they still have a conscience. Miao Zhiming wanted to try to recruit them into Liu Family Village.

These are all skilled farmers; they could make up for so many farmers in the village!

Once they reach Liujia Village, will they be able to leave?

On the other hand, they will be frequently entering and leaving Chengcheng in the future, which will help them avoid a lot of trouble.

Feeling touched by Miao Zhiming's kindness, Zhong Guangdao was deeply moved.

No one has ever been this friendly to them since they became rebels.

After they had gone some distance, Zhong Guangdao felt the weight of the bag in his hand, thought for a moment, and instructed his men: "Tuwa, you take a team and follow them from a distance. If any fools try to rob us, go up and report Brother Wang Er's name. Come over when we are almost at Chengcheng."

Human relationships are based on reciprocity.

They are rebels, while the people of Liujia Village are all law-abiding citizens. We cannot tarnish their reputation.

It's best to deliver it discreetly.

"it is good."

When I get back, I'll mention this to Brother Wang Er and tell his men to keep a close eye on things.

Zhong Guangdao thought to himself.

……

Although Miao Zhiming knew that there were people following them on the road ahead, this time the situation was completely different.

Several waves of bandits were scared away by the people behind them.

They dared not provoke Wang Er of Baishui, a man who dared to charge at the county magistrate.

Once they arrived at the gate of Chengcheng safely, those people left.

The county town was no longer as open as before, where one could simply pay money to enter.

The guards at the city gates were replaced by armored soldiers, and everyone entering the city was subjected to rigorous interrogation.

They soon spotted Miao Zhiming and his group walking towards Chengcheng.

"Tell the brothers behind to be ready to close the city gate at any time. There's a group of people carrying weapons; they don't seem like good people!" The guard frowned and shouted, staring at the iron swords they carried.

"Wait, look, doesn't that look like our patrol inspector, Lord Wuzhen? And those people, they seem to be Old Song and his men. They're actually still alive?" another guard suddenly said.

"Did they escape from that eerie village too?"

The soldiers guarding the city looked puzzled.

Liujia Village—this name has become a topic of conversation among them.

There are two versions of this story. One version is that there is a demon village near Chengcheng, where there are demons who can summon giant mushrooms with a wave of their hands.

Inside, there is also a huge white humanoid monster, made entirely of black iron, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. It possesses immense strength, weighs tens of thousands of kilograms, and is extremely cruel and ferocious, with fangs on its face. It enjoys breaking off people's legs and listening to their screams.

This version was provided by those who escaped the disaster.

The whole thing was already quite suspicious, and the soldiers guarding the city all assumed that they were simply making excuses because they were no match for the bandits and were too embarrassed to admit it.

As a result, the stories of those who were supposed to die but returned alive became even more bizarre.

It's like a myth, unbelievable.

According to them, the white monster was a heavenly general, gentle in nature, who liked to give people red flowers and pat their heads.

He was under the command of a deity who had descended to earth, whose name was unknown, and the villagers dared not call him by his name.

All that is known is that the villagers call him Bai Xianjun, but the immortal doesn't like this title, so if the immortal is in person, they usually call him Bai Gongzi.

This White Immortal Lord is extraordinary. He possesses immense magical power, and even though his cultivation has been suppressed by the mortal world, he can still create a paradise on his own.

It contains an inexhaustible water source, wheat that ripens in seven days, and through the magic barrel, it can even be ripened rapidly, so there is simply more food than can be eaten.

These giant mushrooms can grow instantly and become your home. All you need to do every day is push the soil around them, and you can eat your fill. If you do a good job, you might even get eggs and fish. And you get to eat them every day.

Milk that can cure all diseases, and a magical fish that can heal injuries after eating it.

Made of sacred wood, its hardness is comparable to an iron sword. It is a magical artifact that can actively protect its owner; as long as you wear it, you can resist swords and blades.

The people there live in peace and contentment, enjoying a prosperous life; it can be described as a paradise on earth.

In short, it's bizarre.

Those who ran back, even those who were usually the happiest, are now absent-minded, sighing and looking like they've lost their souls.

They often get together in pairs, reminiscing about their past life there. If anyone asks, they are eager to tell you all about their daily life there.

When asked how they felt about returning, not one of them said they didn't regret it.

But in either version, Wu Zhen should be dead.

"Tsk, what a pity, they didn't die. They're really lucky!" one of the soldiers said with a pout.

Life was already tough enough, but now that this bastard is back, there's no peace left.