A false emperor is also an emperor.
At this level, the perception of everything in the world is extremely keen. If you are lucky, you can sometimes sense the hidden connections behind things.
Especially this generation of human emperors are powerful and thoughtful, and they are at the peak of their prosperity in the Spring and Autumn Period.
At its peak, any intuition in the heart cannot be underestimated.
The Human Emperor vaguely realized that it might be possible, a very small possibility, that his guess was right.
But he also understood that relying on this intuition alone was not enough.
"I don't have a clue about this matter yet. When I return to the palace, I will look through the notes of the past emperors." He thought to himself.
Such a terrifying existence cannot have appeared recently. The strong men of the past may have vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The Human Emperor noted this down and turned his gaze to a wall in the quiet room.
"However, I did find some other things."
He reached out and knocked on the wall.
Boom, boom, the sound is hollow.
Half an hour later.
The hidden secret room was opened, the Gangfeng Evil Formation was broken, and the bronze box was moved out.
The lid of the box was opened, and the Demon King Demon Pill, Spirit Flowers and Spirit Herbs were all neatly stacked inside.
The only thing missing was the most evil Nine-Refined Blood Infant Pill, but the two people in the room didn't know that.
King Qingyang looked disgraced, a little annoyed, and patted his dirty black robe.
"Song Xiang, that old bastard, is really good at hiding things."
He had just volunteered to open the iron door of the secret room, but in the end he failed to do a single step correctly and was confused by various mechanisms set up by King Changling.
When he was trying to break through the Gangfeng Evil Formation on the fifth level, he almost got hit and almost had his skin and flesh blown away by the Gangfeng.
The Human Emperor deliberately stood idly by and allowed the reckless king, who was over a hundred years old, to suffer a little, until finally he took action to save him.
Looking at the funny look of King Qingyang, the Human Emperor finally felt a lot more relaxed, and the surprise and depression just now disappeared.
He chuckled, "Song Xiang's collection is indeed interesting."
King Qingyang understood clearly when he heard this, and the title changed directly from "Song Qing" to "Song Xiang", which was enough to show the emperor's attitude.
The treasures in this box in front of me are of inestimable value. In order to complete the deal with the demon clan, God knows what King Changling did secretly.
The reckoning is a foregone conclusion.
The birthday banquet at the palace was still going on outside, and it was full of guests and friends, passing cups and cups around, making it very lively.
Amidst the singing and singing, precious birthday gifts were presented one after another, and all the guests praised them repeatedly.
The prestige of the Song family in Changling reached its peak at this birthday banquet.
But the head of the Song family, a middle-aged man who had secretly met with Prince Changling, had a stiff smile and was absent-minded.
While dealing with the guests in front of the hall, he secretly looked towards the backyard, with infinite panic deep in his eyes.
He had discovered that the entire Song Mansion had been completely sealed off from the moment the Human Emperor stepped into the backyard.
The Song family's disciples were all monitored by the Human Emperor's master guards.
An extremely bad feeling lingered in my heart.
What happened to the ancestors?
…
In the wilderness, the wind comes and goes.
The dead branches, leaves, weeds, sand and gravel scattered all over the ground gathered together again and transformed back into the image of Jiang Haike.
The Divine Turtle's back armor is indeed strange. As a sixth-grade treasure, it has the ability to peer into the universe, and has forced many powerful men who were dormant in the dark to reveal themselves.
But no one knows that the entire process of the second generation Emperor collecting the back armor of the divine turtle could be seen clearly from a piece of bamboo...
In fact, Zhu An has basically mastered the important treasures and powers of the human race, and has corresponding defensive methods, so there is no need to worry at all.
As for the current thoughtful Sixth Generation Emperor——
Since this person used tortoise shells for fortune-telling, it meant that he was suspicious. For a strong man of this level, his suspicions would not dissipate easily.
Zhu An knew it well and didn't care.
The death of King Changling was arranged by him to be reasonable and out of good intentions, giving the higher-ups of the human race a ready-made step to step down.
This has always been the case for thousands of years.
If you are willing to follow the steps set by him, you will be able to relax and save effort.
If you have to be serious and try to find out the secret, it will... waste a lot of time.
There is no strong person who can find him, at least in the current human race.
The breath of the divine turtle's back armor had long since dissipated, and Zhu An continued to walk in the vast wilderness.
"Well, there's one last thing left."
He raised his hand, and there was a blood-red pill lying in his palm.
The Nine Refined Blood Infant Pills are like a ball of blood, surrounded by a skin as thin as skin. It is so smooth and tender that it feels like it will break with the slightest touch.
In the center of the bloody water, there was a vague white object that was constantly squirming, which looked particularly oozing.
This elixir will seriously harm Tianhe.
Behind every high-quality elixir are the lives of countless pregnant women and babies.
Human trafficking, killing innocent people, refining forbidden elixirs... This Nine Refined Blood Infant Pill represents countless bloody crimes, hidden in dark corners.
The human race in this world is in the same situation as on the home earth.
Zhu An felt a little emotional, but he also understood that this was inevitable.
Among all monsters, humans are the most spiritual, but if they become cruel, even many monsters will not be able to stand it.
Black and white, complexity and contradiction, together constitute human beings.
Cleaning up the dark side of the human race has become a task that will never be finished.
Zhu An knew that he would definitely be too busy just by himself.
Fortunately, he has trained many helpers, some have already risen and some are still growing.
In the wilderness, the young man lifted up his bamboo hat, looked around, thought for a moment, and finally chose a direction.
"I don't know how she is doing now."
…
In Nanyang City, next to the city lord's palace, there is a small government office with a plaque that reads "Holding a Mirror for Heaven".
"Li Xiaozhu! Have you finished sorting out the files for you?" A man in official uniform sat behind the table and asked with a straight face.
"No, no." A girl standing opposite stammered in reply.
Li Xiaozhu is seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate appearance, long hair tied into a simple bun, and a black outfit that makes him look fresh and capable.
Today she even wore leggings with cloth strips and was dressed like a police patrol officer responsible for maintaining law and order.
However, what hangs on her waist is not the arresting token and the waist knife, but a glass mirror with a black iron shell, a simple shape, and a slightly strange light on the mirror surface.
This iron mirror is much better than the arresting token. If it is placed outside, even practitioners will have to give in when they see it.
Because it represents an official identity - Mirror Guard.
Ordinary yamen could not control the evil practices of practitioners. Therefore, the first emperor established the Mirror Guard Organization, which was responsible for investigating, hunting down and imprisoning those practitioners who committed crimes.
In addition, there are cases of monsters infiltrating and ghosts causing trouble. If the situation is not serious, the mirror guards will usually handle it.
Li Xiaozhu is a new mirror guard in Nanyang City, with the lowest grade iron-bottomed glazed mirror hanging from his waist.
Although she is said to be a newcomer, she has actually been a Mirror Guard for almost two and a half years.
It's just that there is no chance to perform tasks at all. He is busy dealing with various documents and documents every day, and has no practical experience.
This made the ambitious Li Xiaozhu very anxious.
"Sir, Captain, the file is almost finished. It will be completed in the next few days."
At this moment, Li Xiaozhu carefully looked at the expression of the officer opposite and asked weakly, "How about I go on a mission with everyone first? I'm ready."
After saying that, he waved his arms and showed off the martial arts uniform he wore specially today, which was just right for going out to fight.
"On a mission?" Duan Zheng snorted coldly, "Your mission is to sort out the files."
"Come back to me after you finish sorting this box of files. I have two more boxes."
"Ah?" Li Xiaozhu was dumbfounded.
Returning to her seat dejectedly, the little girl couldn't help but sigh as she faced the mountain of paperwork.
"If this continues, I will die suddenly before I can become a female swordsman who can fight for justice and live freely in the world."
"These people deliberately forced me, bad guys, they are all bad guys..."
As she murmured to herself, she stretched out her index finger and poked the team leader's signature on the file hard to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Colleagues passed by and saw Li Xiaozhu's broken appearance. They did not come to comfort him. Instead, they looked sarcastic, as if they were looking at a fool.
Some mirror guards also gloated, "You still refuse to bow your head? Then you will have to sit on the bench for the rest of your life."
When Li Xiaozhu heard this, he immediately stared at him fiercely, "Why are you lowering your head? I can still live a good life on my own, why should I be a dog for others?"
The mirror guard was too lazy to argue, shook his head and left, while a low laughter sounded around him.
Looking around, no one looked good.
All he heard in his ears were cold words.
Li Xiaozhu stopped talking to everyone and flipped through the files for a while, then silently lay on the table and buried his head in his arms.
"It's really difficult."
"Alas, my aunt is gone, and no one in this world is willing to support me anymore."
"...No, big brother will definitely help me."
"But where is Big Brother? Still wandering around, being his knight-errant?"
"Will he come back to see me?"
Thinking of this, Li Xiaozhu tugged on his collar, took out a small wooden sculpture hanging around his neck, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
It was a pocket-sized wooden sword, about the size of her little finger. The material was cyan, a bit like it was made of bamboo, and the craftsmanship was rough. It was no different from the simple toys of ordinary children.
But it has a special meaning for Li Xiaozhu, and he always wears it.
Whenever she feels depressed, she likes to look at this pocket wooden sword and think about some of her past experiences.
Then, my mood gradually improved, and sometimes I would giggle twice.
"My brother was lying to children back then. How could this be a flying sword?"
