The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The noise was so loud that it seemed as if someone had fired a gun.

Xingyue hurriedly said, "Don't panic, it's just a minor problem."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and continued to write and draw.

Then: Bang.

Xingyue: "This..."

Zhao Chuanxin put down the paper and pen: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what happened. There are more smart people than you."

Xingyue said disdainfully: "Why? You?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There is also my apprentice Benjamin Goldberg."

Xingyue: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "There is also Nikola Tesla, and the weirdo in Middle-earth... Of course, Zhao is ashamed that he can barely be considered one."

Xingyue said: "Since you think you are smart, then good. I fixed the soul stator and let the soul rotor move around the soul stator. But I found that the soul stator and the soul rotor repel each other. I wrapped it with metal, first with copper, and it exploded. Then with steel, it exploded even more."

Then replayed the previous scene to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood that it seemed that the soul rotor must be close to the soul stator for the soul engine to work.

But it repels it as soon as it gets close, with such force that it is impossible to fix it with metal.

If the metal is too thin, it cannot be fixed. If the metal is too thick, the explosion will be more powerful...

Xingyue said: "Do we have to use a one-meter-thick steel tube to fix it? I don't think it's appropriate. Besides, if it explodes, the explosion will be so powerful that it can destroy this place."

Zhao Chuanxin's beard was dense and long. He stroked it and said disdainfully: "You don't understand Zhao's genius. This is easy to solve!"

Xingyue raised his tone: "Put aside the bragging, please tell me the real thing."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his arms, spread his legs, and said happily: "Don't we still have an order rune fragment? Adding the mother and child fragments of the order rune fragment to the soul stator and soul rotor respectively is nothing more than wasting a low-level energy gem."

Xingyue exclaimed: "My Chao, you really came up with a solution."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him proudly: "It's a piece of cake."

Xingyue immediately controlled the black puppet craftsman to add order rune fragments to the soul stator and soul rotor.

After it was installed, it was just started.

Whoosh...

The soul rotor and soul stator bounced off again, and then the order rune fragment started to approach again, and then bounced off again.

Xingyue was speechless: "It seems that you are still not that talented."

Zhao Chuanxin was the kind of person who became more courageous after more setbacks, and immediately said: "It must be because the soul stator and soul rotor are too big, just like magnets. Two large magnets will definitely have greater attraction and repulsion."

Xingyue had to admit: "That makes sense."

It used the cyclone kitchen knife to repeatedly reduce the size of the soul rotor and soul stator. Sure enough, the repulsion became smaller and smaller, but it was not until it was compressed to two very small short cylinders that it could be fixed.

Xingyue made a device similar to a dial, with metal on the back and fused quartz glass cover on the front. It was hung with a strap and worn on the wrist like a watch.

Just after it was completed, the black puppet craftsman suddenly twisted around it.

It was like the weather was too hot and the air on the asphalt road was twisted.

Xingyue said, "Did you see it just now?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "I'm not blind, what's going on?"

The cursed body opens the door to the chaotic realm by absorbing souls.

So, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue guessed that the device composed of the soul rotor and the soul stator should be related to space, or similar to the existence of the holy light channel.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a little reaction, and then there was no movement, so he hurriedly asked, "Did any channel open? Maybe it's a space channel that is more convenient than the holy light channel?"

Xingyue denied, "I'm sure it's not the holy light channel. As for the lack of reaction, it should be the lack of stable souls to output."

Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, and Xingyue said, "A group of people came outside, led by the orphans and widows left by Urquidi Gomez."

Zhao Chuanxin was still thinking about going back to sleep after his work, but the victim came to his door.

Outside, Aguire Ida and others were at a loss for a moment when faced with the crying scene.

After all, they did kill people.

Especially Justino, who pulled the trigger and smashed Urquidi Gomez's head.

"Why, why did you kill Urquidi?"

"How can we live after being left as orphans and widows?"

"You cold-blooded executioners."

"Fortunately, we are from the same town!"

"How could you do that?"

Urquidi Gomez's wife and relatives condemned and attacked him.

They knew that the truth of the saying "a thousand words can melt gold, and a thousand words can destroy bones" was very clear. They didn't say anything else, just pretended to be pitiful, cried and attacked.

If there were too many such words, the good would become evil, and the evil would become good.

A group of people watched the excitement on the side.

Aguirre Ida, Justino and Miguel Esteban were like thorns in their backs.

After all, no matter what Urquidi Gomez was like, at least his wife always smiled at people and never bullied others.

At this time, the door of the White House Tavern was opened.

It was very windy outside and the sun was scorching.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his sunglasses and put them on, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, walked in front of those people with an expressionless face, and looked at them quietly.

They continued: "You cold-blooded butcher, executioner, inhuman beast..."

"God curse you..."

They cried and cursed.

But Zhao Chuanxin remained expressionless, and gradually, his voice became quieter.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled teasingly: "Are you done?"

The other party didn't speak.

Urquidi Gomez's wife, Zhao Chuanxin has met her.

This is the first time I have met Urquidi Gomez’s son. He is a boy of thirteen or fourteen, and he is quite strong.

He glared at Zhao Chuanxin with hatred.

Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took a step forward: "Are you done talking about it?"

The group stepped back in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin took a step further: "What do you want to ask your mother?"

"..."

Seeing that Urquidi Gomez's kid kept staring at him, Zhao Chuanxin stared at him and said, "If you stare at me again, I'll gouge your fucking eyes out."

Urquidi Gomez's wife quickly reached out and covered her son's eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky, found a wooden stick, inserted it into the soil, and drew a line outside the shadow of the stick.

He told Agure Ida: "When the shadows arrive at this location, if anyone has not left, they will be treated as fugitives according to the escape law and shot on the spot!"

After that, he sat on the deck chair in the yard and waited.

Ajure Ida and the others were the only ones who followed Zhao Chuanxin's lead.

Once you have the backbone, you have nothing to worry about and immediately pull the bolt.

After hearing this, these people thought of the brutality of the rural mounted patrols and dispersed.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Ajure Ida and the others: "Take your time, don't be anxious, sooner or later you will get used to being a bad person. As the saying goes, one bite cannot make you fat, but one bite after another can make you fat."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin had an idea: "No, let's go to Urquidi's house. His brother died and he was still doing Gregorian Mass. Urquidi is also dead now, haha..."

Haha, isn’t that the soul?

Zhao Chuanxin wants to save the souls of the dead.

Justino hesitated to speak.

But he didn't dare to go against Zhao Chuanxin's wishes and could only go with him.

The Chihuahua ran wildly behind.

When the group of people passed by the hardware store, Zhao Chuanxin dismounted.

The owner of the store is Meridon Benito, a bald old man. It is said that his nephew works in the United States, so he often sells some rare items, which are all good things shipped from the United States.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the store and rang the bell.

"Hello, Don John Constantine."

"Meriton, give me a dozen Mondragon bullets."

Meridon Benito looked at it, shook his head and said: "Sorry, Don John Constantine, these bullets are not for sale."

Zhao Chuanxin turned to leave.

Meridon Benito added: "However, I can open up connections and see if I can find someone to order a small amount of bullets from the military. Of course, this is purely for your sake."

I mean, you have to appreciate it.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him: "I owe you a favor."

In fact, Xingyue can make 7×57mm Mauser bullets. He just wants to find an excuse, otherwise the bullets will never be fired, and others will be suspicious.

If anyone asks in the future, just say that the bullets purchased from Meridon Benito will be fine.

Zhao Chuanxin went out and took people to Urquidi Gomez's home.

Sure enough, there are now two coffins in the mourning hall.

It was not as shabby as when Miguel Esteban buried his wife and children. Their coffin was thick and beautifully made.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin appear, the expressions of those present suddenly changed.

Father José Treiros was celebrating mass, with his daughter Salma helping.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward wearing sunglasses, stretched out his hand and patted Salma's butt.

Well, it feels just right.

Salma rolled her eyes angrily, but didn't hide.

When Urquidi Gomez wanted to rape her, it was Zhao Chuanxin who helped him.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Urquidi Gomez was beaten to death by the stranger.

As expected, the saying goes - the stupidest hunters often appear in the form of prey.

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the coffin and tapped the coffin board with his fingers.

The Santos watch on his wrist has been replaced by a miniature soul engine.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Xingyue in a low voice: "How are you doing? Do you have any reaction?"

Xingyue said: "Believe me, you will find out if there is a reaction."

"What's going on?"

"It should be that after a person dies, the soul dissipates and does not stay near the body. Instead, there is still residual energy in the White House Tavern, so it was captured."

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed.

Everyone around looked at him.

I feel like this person is here to cause trouble.

Even if someone dies, he will not let go. This style is very similar to that of a rural patrol.

Realizing that the soul engine was not responding, Zhao Chuanxin stopped staying and turned around to leave.

At this time, Urquidi Gomez's son came from nowhere, holding a short knife, and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin in the back.

"ah……"

Everyone exclaimed.

When Justino, Miguel Esteban and Agure Ida reacted, it was too late to stop them.

But he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was not in a hurry, turned slightly sideways, put his elbow back, turned his wrist outward and pressed down, and accurately grasped the wrist of Urquidi Gomez's son.

When I turned around, my wrist was turned inward because it was turned outward.

Urquidi Gomez's son's wrist was buckled by Zhao Chuanxin, and the tip of the knife was pointed at himself.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't use much effort and pushed in.

Pfft...

Urquidi Gomez's son looked in disbelief at the knife pierced into his stomach, and then at Zhao Chuanxin.

Isn't this person a devil?

Can you see this? Can you avoid this? Can this be countered?

The rest of the people probably had similar ideas to him.

Urquidi Gomez's wife was shocked by this turn of events, and immediately rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with red eyes, trying to scratch his face.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly and waved his hands.

Snapped……

With one slap, Urquidi Gomez's wife flew away.

"Ah...tui!" Zhao Chuanxin spat: "What the hell is Urquidi, you don't know? Why the hell do you have the face to ask for an explanation? Miguel's wife and children were killed by him, otherwise Let Miguel kill you too for revenge?”

Urquidi Gomez's wife fell to the ground stunned.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly kicked the upper knife handle of Urquidi Gomez's son in the stomach with a roundhouse kick.

Pfft...

He was seriously injured, but now even the gods can't save him.

The knife went in almost without its handle.

"Damn it, he could have been saved originally, but you had to act like a shrew, and now he's dead because of you." Zhao Chuanxin spat in the face of the shrew who fell to the ground.

Urquidi Gomez's wife burst into tears and fainted after a few moments.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Miguel Esteban: "Okay, now she feels what you feel."

Miguel Esteban's expression changed.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the wolves and said to the people around him: "Whoever wants revenge, you can, you are welcome to come to the White House Tavern at any time. Come and kill one by one. If the husband is dead, come with the wife. If the wife is dead, come with the son. I will kill you until you are convinced." until!"

The people around him were forced back three or five steps by this murderous aura.

Salma looked at John Constantine, whose temperament had changed drastically, and felt strange.

Father Jose Treiros made the sign of the cross on his chest repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhao Chuanxin led his men to get on their horses, stared at him and said: "It's best to shut your mouth. If you dare to say a word, you will die. Even the Virgin Mary can't protect you, I said so."

José Treiros could not utter the words of condemnation at all, and fell aside in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin rode away.

After returning to the White House Tavern, Zhao Chuanxin took out a copper eye pendant and handed it to Ajure Ida.

"You have to wear this outside your clothes and it must be exposed." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Ajure Ida: "Tell me, can you do it?"

He now has a lot of true seeing crystals in stock, and he briefly achieved the freedom of true seeing.

Even though Ajure Ida is young and energetic, he really dare not disobey Zhao Chuanxin.

He is just young and energetic. If he is not energetic, would he still be called a young man? But Don John Constantine was so murderous!

Anyone who offends him, including the elderly, children, and women, will die.

They had only been here for a few days, but they were already bleeding like rivers.

"It can be done," he said loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin then told them: "If Pablo comes to inform you about the way to God, you can follow him. I will catch up with you later. Remember to leave me a note."

Justino asked timidly: "Don John Constantine, aren't you illiterate?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I'm illiterate, so why can't I even guess?"

Is this okay?

Zhao Chuanxin then teleported back to the mountainside hut.

So tired and need to sleep.

As soon as I woke up, the sky was bright.

I didn't even have time to have breakfast, so I ran to Lubin Mansion to go on duty. The camel had been waiting outside for a long time.

The camel complained: "Why did you come here? It delayed me to drink water. The camel must drink water in the morning."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped between the two humps and wondered: "Didn't it mean that the camel's hump can store water, so it's okay if you don't drink water for a few days? Why do you have to drink it every day?"

The camel said: "Nonsense, a person will not starve to death even if he doesn't eat for two days, but won't you feel uncomfortable if you don't eat for two days?"

"..."

What he said made sense, but Zhao Chuanxin was speechless.

When they arrived at Lubin Mansion, Zhao Chuanxin got off the camel. Yang Sangdaxi had been waiting for a long time with a bucket and hurriedly went to water the camel.

No wonder, it turned out that he was serving Uncle Camel.

"Morning, my lord."

"It's already three fucking days a day, is it still early?"

Yes, the flattery hit the horse's hooves.

Zhao Chuanxin hurried to the office to handle official business.

He saw a newspaper prepared by Cui Fenghua on the desk.

Among them is a copy of "Lubinfu Evening News".

I picked it up and took a look at it, and saw a report on the return of farmland to grazing: the current situation was difficult, internal and external troubles, and local governments were depleted, so the court used grassland reclamation to make up for the military expenses. The land of Lubin Prefecture is vast and spread out. It is located on the border of Shuo and is surrounded by large rivers. It is convenient for irrigation. Based on the size of each district, it is no less than three to four thousand miles. If 50 to 60% of it is cultivated, millions of hectares of land can be obtained. If done properly, taxation alone can collect tens of millions of taels of silver in ten years... However, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture set up a consultation bureau, and the female congressman Wu Xiangning proposed a bill to return farmland to pasture, regardless of Han or Banner, with five Three or four votes passed, and the Lubin government implemented it...

This should be a manuscript that was just published yesterday. It was distributed in a small area in Lubin Prefecture, and it will spread to all parts of Lubin Prefecture today.

Otherwise, Zhao Chuanxin will feel the dividends brought by this wave of popularity.

After Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue completed their official duties for the day as quickly as possible, they got dressed and went out as usual.

At the door, Cui Fenghua hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't pay attention and left in a hurry.

He has to eat first, then take a walk to eat, and then he has to practice balancing, sword practice, and light blade runes.

Just after finishing the meal, I found a house where people were coming in and out as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a lazy person, and he has a thick face and a dark heart.

He stepped forward and grabbed one person without any hesitation: "Old Tie, what's happening is that everyone is crying and sad."

"Old man, I can't do it anymore! I'm preparing for the funeral. I'll inform my relatives and friends by the way."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up and he let the man go.

He Shishiran entered the house.

There was a pot set up in the yard and water was being boiled.

The kitchen in the house was also steaming.

There are many children in this family, and people come and go, coming in and out, chatting busy.

Someone asked Zhao Chuanxin in confusion: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and said, "I can't help but listen to the old man. I just came to take a look, just as a follower. Back then, we were setting up a stall to sell bubble milk tea together. Time is really not forgiving."

When the man heard this, he said, "I'm sorry, don't think you can pretend to be mature just because you have a big beard!"

Moreover, can pearls be mixed into milk tea and sold? Never heard of it!

But since they were here to follow others, they didn’t say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin was cheerful... No, he entered the back room with a sullen face.

On the kang, the skinny old man was indeed on his deathbed, hanging in one breath as if he was about to leave.

After a while, the old man was still alive.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He couldn't help but said from the outside of the crowd: "Man, if nothing happens, go over there and report."

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and glare at Zhao Chuanxin.

How can anyone expect someone to die like this?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously, he was just waiting to save the souls of the dead.

Another sentence came: "Most of us old men and women outside the customs leave in winter. What are you waiting for?"

What he said was correct. It was freezing outside the customs and many old people did die in winter.

If you can celebrate the New Year, you are considered to be blessed. It would be a pity not to be able to celebrate the new year.

There was a young man in this family who had a bad temper and immediately yelled: "What did you say?"

Hey, yes, it was this voice. When the old man on the kang heard it, his eyes lit up, and then became dim.

As if scared to death.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned.

Busy looking down at his wrist, through the glass cover, he could see the rotor of the soul engine on his wrist rotating rapidly, with an invisible twisted shield-like thing protruding from the outside...