Chapter 172 Under the Oil Lamp

Click, click.

After a few days of travel, Ye Fan and his party came here after a long journey.

Yuncheng is much better than Pingcheng and is one of the top ten cities in Nanchuan Province.

"Yuncheng, there are really clouds." Standing outside the city, Fatty Li looked at the clouds in the sky and was amazed. "The clouds here seem to be connected. There is only one cloud, but it just covers the entire sky of Yuncheng."

"This cloud is the origin of the name of Yuncheng. Before it existed, Yuncheng was in trouble." Ye Fan replied, looking at the cloud, his eyes fluctuated slightly, "This is a product of technology, something that someone has researched."

"A product of technology?" Hearing this, Fatty Li Ye Fan was stunned, looking at the cloud, and he couldn't speak clearly, "This, this cloud, isn't it a real cloud?"

"No." Ye Fan answered affirmatively, and seeing Fatty Li making a fuss, he shook his head, "It has appeared in Yuncheng for ten years. Ten years ago, Yuncheng was more backward than Pingcheng. It is precisely because of this cloud that Yuncheng has had good weather and good harvests for ten consecutive years, which is why we have the current scene."

"Most people don't know the origin of this cloud, they just think it is the work of nature."

"This is more than the work of nature. Even more powerful." Fatty Li exclaimed, "Creating a cloud that can change the weather at will sounds like a divine method."

"Now you should know why I said it's interesting to come to Yuncheng." Ye Fan smiled, "Imagine, if we can control such a method, what can we do?"

Hearing this, the eyes of several people changed a little. During this period, Fatty Li rubbed his hands and said eagerly:

"That's so interesting, what should we do next."

"Go to Yuncheng City Lord to rob him and ask him to hand it over, or go to the treasure house to secretly take away the technology. Do you need to wear a hood? What style do you want?"

"Now..." Looking at the fat man's appearance, Ye Fan stretched out his voice, "Now, let's find a place to stay, stay first, and have a full meal."

Fat Li heard this and felt a little lonely, "Ah, that's it."

"Of course, to do big things, of course you have to settle first, observe and then act."

Ye Fan waved his hand, but his steps were walking in front, leaving only a meaningful sentence.

"Yuncheng is not like Pingcheng. In Pingcheng, we have a family, elders and teachers, and all kinds of helpers."

"Here, we are just a few outsiders, that's all."

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There are countless outsiders coming to Yuncheng every day, and the arrival of Ye Fan and others did not attract many people's attention.

This is a booming city, with that cloud and endless vitality, growing up like a vigorous child.

Of course, under such growth and vitality, it is not completely passionate, and there are many things that are difficult to find.

In a basement, an oil lamp is dim and a little shaky.

The whole basement is filled with the smell of gasoline deposits, which is very pungent and makes people unable to stay for long.

But in such an environment, under the oil lamp, a skinny man sits at a table, fiddling with an instrument in front of him.

He was really thin, his face was a little out of shape, but his thin body did not affect his concentration. He only looked at the instrument, operating it from time to time, and then quickly writing on the paper next to him, as if recording some precious information.

The environment had no effect on him. In his eyes, there seemed to be only enthusiasm for his research.

Click, click.

At a certain moment, footsteps were heard in the basement, and a middle-aged man in a white robe came. He was well-dressed and had a decent face. He seemed to be an upright person.

The middle-aged man took a step and slowly came behind the thin man. The man who was absorbed in his research did not seem to notice him and was still focused on the instrument in front of him.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man finally spoke, "Chen Changsheng, there is another message from above, asking me to hand over the core of Changsheng Cloud within this month."

When the voice sounded, the thin man called Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned and stopped his movements, but soon he continued to move, but replied indifferently:

"Give them the core, we can rebuild it, didn't we give it to them before?"

"Without me, no one can activate the core."

Short sentence, but with strong confidence.

"I know." The middle-aged man replied, but sighed, "But this time, the core they are talking about..."

"It's you."

The voice echoed in the basement, and it seemed to echo with a sigh.

Chen Changsheng stopped what he was doing and turned his head. His eyes were not filled with fear and terror, but with disbelief. "Weidong, you betrayed me?"

"It wasn't me who betrayed you, it was your apprentice." Weidong shook his head with a hint of resentment. "He surrendered to the powerful people in Yuncheng and used the secret of Changshengyun as a token of his loyalty in exchange for a life of ease and comfort."

"My apprentice, Wan Bai, he..." Chen Changsheng spoke with consideration.

After a while, he shook his head and spoke with some helplessness. "Wan Bai was a miserable child who had never had a good life. I can understand why he betrayed me."

"It's already this time, and you're still speaking for him." Wei Dong said, with some resentment in his expression, but looking at Chen Changsheng, he could only sigh in the end.

"Before they didn't know the secret, we could still delay, but now they know you."

"They are all putting pressure on me to hand you over. I'm fine alone, but I'm afraid they will attack the people around me. I have a family and a daughter who is just four years old..."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused for a long time, and seemed to speak with some emotion, "Yuncheng seems to have changed. At that time, everyone worked together to fill their stomachs."

"Yes, everyone has changed, only you, still like this, still thinking about those who are hungry, still... magnanimous."

Wei Dong opened his mouth and looked at Chen Changsheng. In his eyes, complex emotions were entangled, revealing pain, "We all thought that after researching the Changsheng Cloud, everything would be fine, but why..."

"It's okay." Chen Changsheng naturally saw Wei Dong's pain. At this time, even if he knew about his apprentice's betrayal, he still looked calm, stood up, and hugged Wei Dong.

"If there is no other way, just hand me over."

"I won't help them."

"But do you know what they will do to you? They will torture you and force you with pain that those people cannot bear!" Wei Dong spoke with a trembling tone.

"It's okay." Chen Changsheng repeated again, with a kind of calmness in his eyes, "I can bear it all."

"Bullshit, you can't bear it at all, you will die!"

This calmness hurt Wei Dong, he pushed Chen Changsheng away, then turned around, his face no longer tangled, and left with determination.

"I can't hand you over. The more you ask me to hand you over, the more I can't do this."

"I will send another letter for help to the higher-ups, and I will try every possible way."

"You are a god, the god who saves lives in Yuncheng. No matter what, I will protect you!"