Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 280 280. The current situation of Jin Yiwei

Northland, at the foot of Black Bear Ridge, Liujia Village.

In a mud house at the foot of the mountain, a fat boy suddenly appeared!

The fat young man was Zhu Liuguang. He frowned and murmured to himself.

"Space teleportation... array!"

Just now, although his father just waved his hand, he saw special lines on the ground.

However, there has never been anything related to formations in my memory. How did I come up with this concept?

and also…

"Zhu Liuguang?"

The boy's eyes changed, rotating between confusion and clarity.

Suddenly, an astonishing light burst out from the young man's eyes.

"No, I'm not Zhu Liuguang! I'm... Zhou Ting!"

The false memories given by dreams were pushed aside, and the real and huge memories belonging to Zhou Ting finally returned.

Zhou Ting woke up and looked around. The room was very small, with only a kang made of mud and a quilt on the kang.

The room was very clean and seemed to be cleaned frequently.

Zhou Ting sat on the bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect that this world is so powerful that it suppressed all my memories. I don't know...what happened to them?"

"No trace!"

Call the God of Dreams!

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no response from Wuhen.

Zhou Ting had a bad premonition in his heart, and he immediately tried to summon the Black Tower of Martial Spirits...

The carp jumped up with a "pop" sound and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Where is my martial spirit? Where is my soul power?"

Zhou Ting's face was solemn and he smiled bitterly.

"Even martial arts are banned!"

"Now we're in big trouble!"

However, thinking about the flexible movements just now, they were completely inconsistent with Zhu Liuguang's physical fitness.

Zhou Ting waved his hand quickly and consciously, so fast that afterimages appeared, and his face finally looked better.

"The physical strength is still there! And..."

With a thought, the quilt automatically rose into the air.

"Although the mental power is reduced, it can still be used!"

"Finally, I still have some ability to protect myself!"

After opening the door curtain, there was a living room of less than ten square meters. In the middle was an old table that was skewed and surrounded by various debris.

There is a small door at the front and back. When you open the back door, you will see a small kitchen. The adobe stove is dark and has traces of fresh use.

"This is an ordinary rural family!"

Zhou Ting opened the door, and the sparse fence could not block the prying eyes of the outside world, nor could it block Zhou Ting.

Although the small courtyard is at the foot of the mountain, it is also on the mountain. It is the only one in the village. Below are densely packed private houses, also built with mud bricks.

“Kind of like the eighties!”

After sorting through the memories in my mind, the current era is really very similar. After the big pot rice era, the ticket era is coming to an end, and the land is divided into households.

Technology has emerged, but Ming Dynasty is still a bit weak in this regard.

After all, due to the revival of spiritual energy and various reasons, Ming Dynasty did not pay much attention to technology before.

However, it is also because of the revival of spiritual energy that supernatural events are not uncommon, and technology cannot be the best.

In short, the situation is far more complicated than it was in the 1980s.

Fortunately, the specific major events are similar. In fact, Ming's situation in the world is much better than in his previous life!

Zhou Ting shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He didn't immediately go down the mountain to look for anyone. Instead, he went straight back to the house and fell asleep.

In the darkness, two pairs of bright eyes came back from the small courtyard and looked at each other.

<divclass="contentadv">Then, a steady male voice sounded, as if mumbling to himself.

"Is it him?"

"Uncle Liu, you must be right. The village chief grandpa said that this is the one who suddenly appeared in the house in the past few days!"

The person who answered him was a clear female voice, and you could tell she was young at first glance.

"You're quite calm!"

Regarding Uncle Liu's evaluation, the girl was obviously unconvinced and said in a strange manner.

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe it's because you're timid, afraid of the dark, or afraid of strangers that you don't dare to come down?"

Zhou Ting's mouth twitched and he thought to himself: Why did I offend this girl?

Yes, he wasn't asleep.

After all, being in a strange environment for the first time and being illuminated by two pairs of big, bright lanterns would make it difficult for a normal person to fall asleep.

"Lingzhi, is this how you view the young master?"

The girl Lingzhi curled her lips in disdain.

"Young Master??? Please, Uncle Liu, it's a new era now, only you old antiques still recognize him!"

"Ganoderma lucidum, don't talk nonsense!"

The middle-aged man's voice was a bit stern. If you listened carefully, there was dissatisfaction, loneliness, and a hint of... helplessness.

Duplicity, Lingzhi curled his lips and continued.

"Uncle Liu, don't deceive yourself. This is no longer the old era. Otherwise, why don't you and the village chief grandpa dare to reveal his identity!"

“Isn’t it because the younger generation in the village don’t know about this?!”

"Even if I really knew it, I would probably report it to the official as soon as possible."

"There are not only a limited number of the older generation who still abide by the rules of Jinyiwei!"

The middle-aged man frowned, his entire face hidden in darkness.

"That's because there are so many people talking..."

Lingzhi waved his hand in an air of disdain.

"Uncle Liu, don't make excuses. As far as you are concerned, are you willing to hook up with your aunt and the others for such a young master who appears out of nowhere?"

The middle-aged man was completely silent now, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

If it were just him, he would pay with his life for it.

After all, that's what his father always taught him.

But if I catch up with Xiulan, Dabao, Xiuer...

No...possibility!

Lingzhi saw through his thoughts at a glance, and like a little adult, she patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder hard.

"My dear Uncle Liu, Jin Yiwei has disappeared a long time ago! Some things need to change!"

The middle-aged man swatted away the girl's mischievous little hand and felt angry.

"I was almost fooled by you little girl. Go down quickly and tell the old village chief the news. The old village chief will make his own decision!"

As soon as the old village chief was mentioned, Ganoderma lucidum wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he weakly agreed.

"All right!"

She knew in her heart that the stubborn village chief grandfather would never agree with her "principles"!

"Mou" sent the girl Lingzhi away, and Zhou Ting looked strange.

Cheap Dad Moral Emperor... made a miscalculation!

Jinyiwei has been out of control for too long, dying and running away, and now only a few old, weak, sick and disabled are left.

The original hereditary inheritance was completely abandoned.

Besides, even if it is not abandoned, let alone Jin Yiwei’s selfishness, let’s just say that descendants who have not received the emperor’s favor, why should they be required to be loyal to the emperor they have never met?

This is true for Zhu Liuguang, but what about the other three princes?

Zhou Ting began to mourn for several princes and Emperor Daode.

Twenty years of painstaking planning is not optimistic!

Zhou Ting continued to use his mental energy and began to scan everything in the house.

A chipped hoe...a common item!

The sickle with a pulped wooden handle is still an ordinary item!

Hanging on the wall are long, curved pieces of wood...ordinary...

Well, no!