Chapter 167 Dead City

"It's the sun!"

"It's the new sun, it's rising."

Countless people shouted, the warm sunshine was shining, and it even felt like the ice and snow in Pyeongchang City in the cold winter were melting.

The blacksmiths also saw this scene and couldn't help whispering secretly.

"Why isn't it the sun and moon we thought of?"

"I don't know."

"We won't pass the trial?"

"No way."

But soon someone saw the notice posted by the government.

The new sun and moon rose, and there were a total of nine suns and moons, each reflecting the nine states of the world.

The tenth state, the nursery, is not something that ordinary mortals can know. It would be more disadvantageous than beneficial for them to contact those high-level monks.

"The new sun and moon have risen, but the saint has passed away."

"Perhaps, the sun and moon have been reshaped long ago, but they were released when the saint passed away to give us enough confidence."

"No, perhaps the saint suffered from heart failure and completely passed away in order to raise the sun and moon again."

"Woo woo woo!"

Countless people were discussing.

Ning Zheng did not listen to their whispers, but was still immersed in the heads of these passers-by.

Their luck

is still falling!

Calculating the approximate proportion, it will probably die in 2~3 months.

"This is a local city, will there be a city destruction incident?" Ning Zheng thought, after the saint fell, this chaotic world came, but it was too chaotic, a city next to him was suddenly destroyed?

Not a moment later.

"Sorry, sorry."

Zhang Huaping, dressed in white, also hurried over.

Her luck value above her head was also slowly falling, and she was about to die.

Unlike the young blacksmiths who had already known the inside information of the capital and were mentally prepared for emergencies.

Zhang Huaping had never thought that her short life would witness this historic day.

The saint had ruled the era for more than 100,000 years, and she was just a small monk who had lived for a few hundred years at most, but she could actually encounter this scene.

Besides.

Everyone thought that this was still a relatively young era.

With the unprecedented power of the saint, the lower-class people once thought that he would at least rule for more than 100,000 years.

Not to mention Zhang Huaping, even the three major families in Pingchang City were not qualified to access the inside information of the capital.

The invited Beijing team was already the top group of people in various fields in Jiuzhou.

The young blacksmith fished in troubled waters and entered it to obtain various high-end secret information.

"Do you still want to visit Pingchang City?"

Zhang Huaping couldn't help asking, after all, such a big thing happened today.

"Is it not possible?" Ning Zheng asked. He wanted to go around Pingchang City to see what crisis this city encountered. He wanted to see if he could help, but also to find the source of the crisis so as not to affect his villa.

"Of course it's not impossible."

Zhang Huaping shook her head. "It's just that you are required to wear white clothes. There are no other rigid requirements. The work of various industries in the city will not stop."

"Even those who get married today can continue, but I think most people will not continue to get married."

The little blacksmiths looked excited at the animation performance of this scene.

Sure enough, today when we came to Pingchang City, the planner wanted us to see a big plot process!

The whole city was in mourning, a little shocked.

"If you choose to continue, our nurses will perform their work." Zhang Huaping was followed by more than 30 nurses in white robes.

There were men and women, old and young.

But without exception, they were all disabled people with withered hands and feet, or missing arms and legs.

The life of the lower class of casual cultivators is not easy.

"Then continue." Ning Zheng was not hypocritical.

The shops on the street were still open, and people were more discussing, mourning, and meditating.

Because the saints were too lofty and seemed a little unreal.

They were more lamenting about the death of the mythical hero at the top of the human pyramid that they had heard about in textbooks and legends since childhood, and what impact would it have on their subsequent lives.

Most people were not unable to eat or sleep while feeling sad, and they continued to work.

This was the reality.

"Let's go separately. We have cards for communication." A caregiver said, "They are all cards from the same group, so don't worry about us getting lost."

Soon, Ning Zheng asked the caregivers to take them, the embers, around.

"Where's the vegetable market? I'm going to the vegetable market. The materials for synthesizing babies are extremely low."

"I'm going to the antique market to shop on Taobao."

Seeing that the pockets of these little blacksmiths were full, they obviously had their own plans, either going to the vegetable market or the antique market.

Ning Zheng didn't care after seeing it.

They all had professional caregivers, and accompanying the embers was already a mature mechanism.

No matter how crazy the little blacksmith is, he has his thoughts stamped on him and will not reveal the secrets of the villa. Ning Zheng is quite confident of this.

What's more, he has luck value, and he will feel any trouble.

That's why he seems to be quite "carefree".

Ning Zheng felt a little heavy in his heart, and after thinking about it, he walked around to have a look.

"Sir, I'll walk with you." Next to him, Shao Chai Kun and the God of Food followed carefully.

The shifty look seemed to think that some hidden plot would be opened.

Ning Zheng ignored him, walked around, strolled through several streets, and learned about the prices of the shops on the ground floor and the market atmosphere outside.

Then he found a restaurant and sat down.

He ordered some side dishes casually and listened to the discussions around him.

A wine table next to him:

"It is perhaps natural that the saint passed away. No one in this world can survive death. Moreover, it is said that any emperor who founded a dynasty would not live long after ascending the throne, because they suffered too many hidden injuries in the process of building a kingdom."

"I don't know if it is the crown prince who succeeded to the throne?"

"I heard that the crown princess is currently in power in the capital and is in charge of the funeral affairs."

"Who is the crown princess?"

"I don't know. It should be secretly cultivated, or a marriage of an ancient sect?"

"No, I heard that it is not the crown prince who succeeded to the throne, but abdication? Ready to give up the throne to someone?"

"Is it one of the kings of the nine continents, a king of a different surname who founded the country? After all, no one knows who is dead and who is still alive, but there must be someone alive."

"Whether it is true or false, no one knows, it is all kept secret."

"Who will give up the throne to, we will know when the time comes."

"Yes, every generation of saints is personally fought for."

The whole restaurant is discussing the general situation of the world.

This is a special hobby of scholars.

But with their knowledge, it is impossible to get the real news from the court.

"Publicize it to the outside world, give up the throne?" Ning Zheng pondered.

Ning Zheng did not know the specific truth of the fake death.

Xinyi Baishan did not know.

Sword Fairy did not know.

Even the whole Jiuzhou knew the truth, only the confidants of the saint and the group of seed players who were thrown into the secret realm of the imperial mausoleum [Xinjian] by the saint.

I just think that the saint's death was too abrupt.

You just died after forging the sun and the moon?

It is speculated that it may be a fake death.

And the various forces in the world, big sects, and cults, are probably at a loss and at a loss.

Fearing that the saint is fishing, they dare not make any big moves.

For a time, all the forces in Jiuzhou were frozen.

At their level, who does not have wisdom?

It's an open conspiracy.

You don't know whether I am dead or not. This is like a sword hanging over your head, so you dare not be too presumptuous.

Even if it is a fake death, the era of the saint must have passed.

It is impossible to return to the position. It has been announced to the world. Whether you are really dead or fake dead, it means that you cannot come back alive in front of the world.

Of course.

No matter who succeeds, it has nothing to do with Ning Zheng.

He is just a small local force. If the sky falls, the tall man will hold it up.

Therefore, all god-level professionals will remain neutral.

No matter who takes office, they will not take action against them. Neutral professions are popular.

Shao Chai Kun next to him was also discussing:

"We will just watch the coup in the court. We are neutral ministers. As long as we don't get involved in the vortex of power grabbing, everything is fine."

"Well, sit on the shore and watch the fire." The God of Food said.

Ning Zheng continued to drink tea and eat.

Others in the entire restaurant are anxious about the possible chaos, but Ning Zheng's luck has always been good, and he can survive both chaos and prosperity.

"The people in the entire restaurant are losing luck and their lives are not long. It seems that this city is really going to be gone."

He looked at the sky. It was just afternoon, and he went to the mortal vegetable market again.

I didn't go to the monks' shops because they felt it was boring.

Various vegetables and animals were placed on the stalls in the market. Occasionally, I saw a few ember babies bargaining with the vendors, spitting all over the place.

The people here were also losing their luck.

At this moment, Ning Zheng was completely sure that the entire Pingchang City would completely become a dead city in the near future.

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