"If this is the credit of other people in Panshi Village, such as Wu Xing and Yonggang, then I will accept it too. But it's you, it doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it."

Tianhao raised his eyebrows: "Are you investigating me?"

Yifeng did not deny it, and hatred and fear appeared deep in his eyes: "I had this idea when I defeated the deer tribe last time. I have heard many rumors about you, the most important of which is age. You took these guys from Panshizhai to catch giant-horned deer on the mountain, and the method was very wonderful. You killed the monsters in the sea with heavy crossbows and built a fishing ground... enough, these two are enough. This is not what a normal person should do. If we are hungry, we will find something to eat, but you will kill all the deer; when we encounter monsters, we will only run away, but you will rush up to kill it."

Tianhao chuckled and shook his head: "You're thinking too much."

"You are not ours." Yifeng hunched his back, staring at Tianhao's face from bottom to top, as if he was about to peel off his skin and cut his flesh, dig deep into his bones, and find out the soul hidden deep in his bones: "Who are you?"

This is one of the side effects caused by failure of spore parasitics.

It cannot control the implanter's brain and cannot produce a fusion effect. It can only continuously issue commands to the implanter, and then generate synchronous thinking through neural connections. All kinds of information transmitted are messy. Yifeng still retains his own independent thinking ability. He perceives many secrets passed from spores, and his own understanding, and pieced together the truth that frightens him.

"Devil" is his understanding of Tianhao and the only terrible concept that conforms to his original logic.

Tianhao did not answer.

He stood up from the chair and pulled out the dagger that was inserted into his back.

"You want to kill me to silence me?" Yifeng's face did not show fear. He knew that he must have died, but he didn't guess it was the time now.

The infected legs and feet are swollen and swelling, and it is difficult to walk, let alone run.

His hands were tied up by iron wire and he had no ability to resist.

Tianhao came close with a knife and said with a smile: "You know too much. As a failed test subject, you can no longer produce the value you deserve to me."

"Wait, don't be too busy." Yifeng quickly called him: "I have two more questions."

Tianhao looked down at Yifeng from a high place, and at the same time he scanned the room at an extremely fast speed, confirming that there was no threat to him. Then he slowed down the tense skin on his face and said calmly: "Ask!"

The guards outside are all confidants, and no one will rebel.

The decorations in the room have not changed.

If Yifeng could still get over the table and escape under such severe injuries and blocked actions, Tian Hao would have nothing to say.

He did not suddenly become interested in playing with cats and mice, but wanted to listen to what Yifeng called "problems".

This should be helpful to you and avoid the same mistakes in the future.

Yifeng whispered the first question: "I can be sure that you are not the real Tianhao... Who are you?"

"I am your ancestor." Tianhao answered quickly, and a majestic and unquestionable expression appeared on his face at the same time: "Whether you believe it or not, this is my answer."

"Ancestor?" Yifeng said in horror: "This is impossible!"

"Tell me your second question." Tianhao didn't plan to give him too much time.

The extremely shocking thought exploded in Yifeng's mind. He was confused and with indescribable bitterness, he mechanically asked the second sentence: "If I am willing to obey your orders now and swear to be loyal to you, can you keep me alive?"

With his head down and staring at Yifeng's expectant face for a full half-minute look, Tianhao slowly walked around in front of him and stood behind the chair.

Grasp Yifeng's hair with his left hand, hold the dagger tightly in his right hand, and put the cold and sharp blade in front of Yifeng's throat.

"...It's too late to say anything now." Tianhao sighed faintly.

With the last syllable, the dagger was cut off with force, Yifeng's eyes widened. He saw a large piece of bright red liquid spraying in front of him and heard a "hissing" sound from hissing in his throat.

It turns out that this is the feeling of death.

...

The next day, Tianhao, who returned to Panshi City, asked someone to call Changfeng to the city master's office, gave him a cup of tea mixed with anesthetics, and performed the same operation as Quchi and Yifeng on him.

The speed of spore production is related to one's own thinking. Tianhao found that this is completely controlled by himself, as short as a week, and several months long. Simply put, it depends on the mood. If the thoughts of wanting occur frequently and strongly, the spores appear quickly, and vice versa.

Quchi and Yifeng are two experimental subjects with completely different subjects in terms of subjective consciousness. With Yifeng for comparison, Tianhao is more confident about the transplant on Changfeng. Now it can be determined that the success of the operation is very likely to depend on the subjective thinking of the implanted person. As long as the brain does not develop a sense of resistance, the subsequent fusion process will be smooth.

The construction of new villages is the foundation of Tianhao's future and will never be missed. Among them, the new village located near Jia43 is the most important. Tianhao plans to set up a city there, and it will also be the capital of the future empire. Such an important city must be handed over to trustworthy people.

Qutine meets this standard, but the identity of the Pig Man determines that he has no chance of this. After all, this is the territory of the Niu tribe, and the core leadership must be the Niu tribe. Of course, with the development of the times, this prejudice and limitation will definitely become weakened, but it cannot be done in the short term, at least not now.

A month later, a grand relocation ceremony was held in Panshi City.

As usual, sacrifice to the gods.

There were plates on the altar filled with fresh fish.

Tianhao doesn’t like eating sashimi, but many people, including the old priest, like it. Especially fresh sea fish, the light pink fish is sliced ​​thinly with fresh vegetables, which makes people feel comfortable just by looking at it.

The flour is mixed with water and fermented, and the chopped meat filling is stuffed into the size of a human head, pinch out the facial features, and then draw the eyes and lips with black and red plant pigments, and place it on the altar in sequence... As long as you have excellent skills, the human head of this dough is not much different from the real person's head.

Legend has it that this is Zhuge Kongming's method to deal with the barbarian nations in the south, and it is quite effective.

Tianhao convinced the old priests not to use livestock in rituals. Cattle and horses are precious, and keeping them alive is an important property. What God is interested in is only respect from human beings. As long as it is dedicated to its delicious food, the gods will understand our difficulties and be satisfied with the new offerings we offer.

The sacrifice process was very smooth, and the barbarians kneeling down from the stage did not think there was anything wrong with this. The political commissars in groups began to promote the city lord to care about everyone a few days ago. He canceled the cruel sacrifice of living people and used the freshest and most delicious food as a sacrifice.

A new explanation of the gods also produces that only evil devils can collect human souls, and righteous and kind gods will only share food with us. This is not intentional misinterpretation, but has a wide range of public opinion. Everyone thinks that good things are good, and gods will definitely like them.

The dough expands and deforms when it is steamed. As soon as the ceremony is over, they are sent into a pot and put water to heat up. This large meat bun is very popular. The old priest ate two in one breath, holding the rising belly and hums: "This is a successful sacrifice. The gods will definitely bring blessings to our new village. There is no disease there, and the grain can be harvested every year."

Changfeng, with two thousand migrants, left Panshi City amidst the cheers.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only fanatical loyalty and firmness.

Behind him were nine other immigrant teams arranged in a row, leaving in sequence, and heading to the designated location to build a new village. The difference is that their number of immigrants is small, with only 500 people per new village.

Zong Guang stood beside Tianhao and looked at the crowd that was slowly moving away, feeling a little sigh: "Why do we have to let them go out to build another new village? The city will become stronger only if there are too many people. Isn't it good to let them stay here?"

Tianhao looked into the distance and did not turn around: "Although Panshi City is good, the surrounding environment limits development and the population it can accommodate is limited. If people are not divided as soon as possible, it will cause us a lot of trouble in the future."

Zong Guang sighed and nodded slightly in silence.

In fact, he understood this truth, but said those words just out of personal feelings.

In the battle of Kuangya City, Tianhao swallowed the entire Kuangya department at a very small price and brought back tens of thousands of pig captives.

This kind of achievement made Zong Guang envious, and at the same time he felt deeply helpless towards himself, and even felt like "I am very incompetent".

"We must look at the world with a developmental perspective." Tianhao smiled, and a clear gaze flowed from deep in his eyes: "Now, Panshi City is their foundation. In the future, they will become the support of Panshi City."

Zong Guang couldn't understand these words.

The only thing he can do is remember it.

Tianhao once said: It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand for the time being, just keep it in your mind and you will gradually understand as time goes by.

Life is the best teacher, always so.

...

The capital of the pig tribe, Fangya City.

The national master Wu Zhuan ordered everyone not to approach their own room, and even personal guards should avoid it. The maid took tea and snacks and left, leaving only the elderly female national master and mysterious distinguished guests.

On the chair where she was sitting upright, her wrinkled eyelids slightly raised, and her smart eyes that were hidden were firmly locked in the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, watching him pick up his cup to drink tea and drink by himself.

He was not tall, half a head shorter than Wu Zhuan. His yellow face seemed to be infected with some disease, but judging from his naked and thick arms, his previous judgment was obviously wrong.

His name is Gao Fei.

The middle-aged man smiled very well, and felt a comfortable and intimate feeling. He put down the cup in his hand and said softly: "Grand Master, how do you feel when I gave you the medicine last time?"

Wu Zhuan covered up his deep alert with a smile: "It's very good."

Gao Fei's expression and tone were very modest, and it could even be said to be a little humble: "Then do you want it?"

Wu Zhuan did not answer immediately, and she fell into deep thought.

This guy named Gao Fei came from mysteriously. He couldn't find any clues about his background, he only knew that he was a businessman.

Businessman…This is a meaningful word, not just for professions.

Some secret exchanges between the barbarians in the north and the whites in the south were all facilitated by merchants.

Some people hate them to the core, believing that all merchants are thieves in the clan.

Some people disagree, believing that merchants are the bridge between the north and the south of the mainland, and have also promoted the development of northern barbarians in science and technology, commerce, society, culture and other aspects.

Two months ago, Gao Fei came to the door and claimed that he had a magical drug.

Because it was entrusted with a tribe leader, Wu Zhuan couldn't hold her face down, and the gifts given by the other party were also very generous, so she had to come forward to meet her.

Wu Zhuan was very disdainful of this and also found it funny that the wizard could communicate with gods and master the most complete pharmacopoeia on the northern continent. To put it bluntly, only wizards have always been cured by others. Others asked wizards to prescribe medicine. Now they are inexplicably reversed. Moreover, Wu Zhuan himself has a wide range of knowledge and has come into contact with many rare medicinal materials. Speaking of magic... Haha, no matter how magical the medicine is, can it be resurrected and immortal?

When they first met, Wu Zhuang looked down on Gao Fei: he had a short figure, a yellowish-skinned and ugly appearance. If it weren't for the precious gifts given by the other party, Wu Zhuang would have left long ago.

The perfunctory process of polite and casual chat was boring. Wu Zhuang sat patiently for less than five minutes and wanted to give the order to expel the guest. At that time, Gao Fei said a few words and took out something she had never seen before.

"I heard that Your Majesty the King of Pig was seriously ill. He specially found some good medicine from the south and wanted to offer it to the king. He also asked the great master to do it for convenience."

This is obviously a style that wants to climb the top of the branches. Wu Zhuan smiles on the surface, but his heart is full of contempt.

But next, Gao Fei talked about a lot of the symptoms of the Pig King, which made Wu Zhuan, who wanted to leave, suddenly become nervous.

Cough, excessive phlegm, bloody, chest pain, often fever in the afternoon and evening, sweat a lot after sleeping and before waking up, stomach and intestines are not good, and lack of appetite...

All of these are consistent with the symptoms of the pig king.

The palace never announced the news that the Pig King was sick to the public, mainly for the sake of stabilizing the situation.

Your Majesty is seriously ill, and the kings of other branches of the Pig tribe each have their own thoughts. Although the eldest prince Shachi is ranked first in the inheritance position, he is an indecisive person. The power in the palace is controlled by the queen... In this case, if the Pig king is healthy, it is the best, but if the news of the serious illness is leaked, it will inevitably cause conflicts in all aspects.

Wu Zhuan knew very well: all the personal guards in the palace of Fangya City were arranged by themselves, and no one could leak the news.

But this businessman named Gao Fei explained the symptoms of the pig king clearly, and it was not bad at all.

This made Wu Zhuang become interested in the medicine Gao Fei took out.
Chapter completed!