"No." Zhang Cheng finally spoke.

"No need to hide it," said the ghost. "As a Zhou man, it is natural for you to kill me. Or, we were the ones who were in the forefront, and even if we were killed, there was nothing to complain about. Are you Ji Li's subordinate?"

Who is Ji Li? Zhang Chuanglai wanted to ask, but a sudden flash of inspiration in his mind reminded him of the previous statement that he had heard, "Wang Ji attacked Gui Rong and captured the twelve Di Wangs." "You mean... Wang Ji?"

"King? Oh, it turns out that Ji Li is dead? That's right. He has no chance to become a great spirit... he is dead, completely dying... you don't have to worry," said the ghost. "I don't have the power to hurt you now." He said in a sound that seemed to be a chanting voice. "So, are you indeed a Zhou?" He seemed to notice Zhang Cheng's movement of holding the long sword tightly. "You can leave, because no matter whether you kill me or not, I can't exist for too long. I have failed to be promoted to a great spirit. This is probably the last time I woke up before I died."

"I am... a Zhou person... OK, I am not a Zhou person." Zhang Cheng inexplicably felt that although the other party was a dead soul, he had a wonderful charm, and he couldn't help but want to tell the truth. "And I'm not here to kill you. Are you Gui Rong?"

The ghost didn't say anything, and a curious expression appeared on his dry face.

"You... are Yiren? You are actually Yiren!"

What is Yi Ren? Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but immediately realized that this was a special name for a time traveler like himself. Wait, so in other ways, besides me, are there other time travelers?

"It's so interesting, an alien... came to me at this time... It's really ironic. Well, it's also considered that Haotian gave me a chance. So that I won't die with my eyes open..." The ghost shook his head again and sighed softly.

"You know I... like this?"

"I know. You are an alien, that is, someone from other worlds." The ghost replied.

Sure enough, the other party knew! Zhang Cheng suddenly became excited. "Do you know... how can I go back?"

Although he was not doing well in the reinforced concrete jungle, Zhang Cheng really wanted to go back. There was no way. In this world, let alone threats such as war and death. In life, he wore open crotch pants every day, let alone toilets or electricity, and he didn't even have a toilet. He even had to use stones and leaves to wipe a pp, which was all tears.

The ghost shook his head. "I don't know. But I can tell you how you come, how you will leave."

"You mean, can I go back?"

"I believe this should be." said the ghost. He sighed again, his eyes facing the sky. "Can you answer a question? How is the Shang Dynasty now?"

"The Shang Dynasty," since we already knew that the historical development of the world was very similar to the history of the earth, Zhang Cheng naturally knew about the situation in this regard. "It had long perished."

"Destroyed?" The ghost spirit was revived. "How could it be destroyed... Was the Xia family revived? Or was the Yu Dynasty revived?"

"No," Zhang Cheng replied. "It's Zhou Shi."

"Zhou Shi? Ji Li? No, was it Ji Li's descendants who seized the world?" The ghost hesitated for a moment. "Well, the Zhou people did pay a huge price. I thought Ji Li had surrendered... Unexpectedly... Sure enough, a temporary concession does not mean a complete surrender. Ji Li did a good job." He looked very satisfied. "You called me Gui Rong just now?"

"Uh..." Isn't it right?

"Indeed, we deserve to be called Gui Rong." The ghost smiled mockingly. "My name is Tong Lu, what are your names?"

"My name is Zhang Cheng."

"Zhang Cheng," said the ghost who called himself Tong Lu. "Although you are Yi Ren, you should have been ordered by the Zhou people, right? You really didn't come to kill me?"

"Uh...Why did the Zhou people kill you?"

"Haha," Tong Lu laughed. "Of course it's because we are traitors. Well, although we are unwilling to say so, we are really not wrong to say it."

"Why... are you a traitor?" Although the other party claimed so, he could clearly feel the disdain and helplessness in the other party's words. This is not the tone that a traitor should have.

"In words you can understand," Tong Lu replied. "Although I am indeed a minister of Xia Shi, I hate Xia Shi. As for why, I can only say that Xia Shi broke the tacit understanding between us."

"Uh..." Zhang Cheng said that he was confused.

"Because we are all descendants of gods," Tong Lu said. "Because of this, we rarely kill each other. Because we know that we are not many, if we kill each other, it will sooner or later disappear. But Xia Shi broke this unspoken rule, starting from Yu. In order to establish his authority, he killed the Fangfeng clan for no reason... Later, Xia Qi was even more so. He destroyed the Youhu clan, not just killing someone, but completely ended the Youhu clan's bloodline... This practice was completely beyond our imagination, without any bottom line, and it was very important to make it very difficult to do so.

Many people were frightened. With this intimidation, he started to live in the world. So when Taikang was in a cold look, we all watched his demise... But Shaokang was restored again." Tong Lu seemed to be recalling that although his face was dry, he could still identify a mocking expression. He stopped to look at Zhang Cheng. "Do you want to ask, why did Yu die, Qi die, and I am still alive? The answer is very simple, because I have become," he pointed to his illusory face, although it was illusory, but he could still see his dry flesh-and-blooded face. "This is like this."

That is, turning yourself into an undead... for a long life span? As a modern person, Zhang Cheng of course instantly understood what the other party meant.

"So when Cheng Tang raised an army to attack Xia Shi, we helped him." Tong Lu said. "We signed a secret agreement with Cheng Tang. In order to overthrow the Xia Dynasty, we also helped him sublimate the ancestor spirit into a great spirit, but we really didn't expect... the ambition of the Shang Dynasty would be so great, and the power of the great spirit was even stronger than expected..."

"But what does this have to do with the Zhou people?" Zhang Cheng didn't understand yet.

"Because the Zhou people and the Xia Shi have always been a firm alliance and have always fought against the Shang Dynasty. The Xia Shi's allies certainly regard us as traitors, and the Shang Dynasty betrayed us as prey. So this is why we deserve it. We were defeated by Wu Ding first, and then attacked by Ji Li. Ah, at that time, Ji Li seemed to change his position and surrender to the Shang Dynasty. But now it seems that he hated us for the truth, and surrender to the Shang Dynasty may not necessarily... By the way, if the Zhou people seized the world, then..." He paused and asked. "Hou Ji should be the god, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Chuang could remember the pastor he met before.

"So in the end, the ambition of the merchants ruined themselves." Tong Lu shook his head. "They could not succeed... Of course, they could not succeed. No matter which god would allow this situation, they would stop it at any cost."

"Thank you for telling me this." Tong Lu suddenly stopped, "Although it was late news, it was also a comfort to me. Zhang Cheng, as a thank you, I will tell you a secret." He pointed around. "There should be a dragon steak hidden in this place. But I don't know the exact location. For Yi Ren, that should be a very useful thing, right?"

"Dragon Grey? Dragon's saliva?" Zhang Cheng instantly understood this concept. What is that? By the way, is there a dragon in the Quanrong world? At least he has never seen even a single dragon after passing the Quanrong game.

"You can leave and let me stay calm." Tong Lu said. His body began to fade slowly. "By the way, the crown in my coffin can be given to you. The last essence of my heart is hidden. If I succeed in promoting the Great Spirit, it will be my hidden spirit, but since I failed, it will be useless. If you want, you can dedicate it to a certain god, and they will be interested. As for the other things, they are souvenirs that are valuable to me. I hope you keep them and redeem them with me."

"Can you tell me..." Zhang Cheng inexplicably felt that the ghost was pitiful. "What happened to you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm not lucky and I've been affected by the war." The ghost replied with a wry smile.

"war?"

"It's not your ordinary war, it's a greater and more terrifying war." The ghost said. "I had only had less than 30% of the chance, but I was affected by the war. It's normal for failure. Oh, by the way. I guess there are also large-scale battles in the world. I guess, who should have been attacked by Zhou Shi, I'm afraid he's in crisis." Tong Lu laughed, because he knew he had guessed it when he saw Zhang Cheng's expression.

"What kind of war are you talking about?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"Divine War." The Ghost smiled. He might not have time to say more, or he might not have thought of saying more, but he disappeared into the air and disappeared.

Zhang Cheng calmed down and was sure that the other party had completely disappeared. He looked down at the coffin, and the corpse inside was still the same. However, the head of the corpse did look like a ghost named Tong Lu just now.

Zhang Cheng slowly covered the coffin. If this was an ordinary monster-killing treasure, he wouldn't mind plundering it. But since the other party was so polite, the remaining habits from civilized society finally gained the upper hand. He finally picked up the crown.

Before, this thing looked like a crown, but I regretted it and found that it was not. It can only be said to be a crown. This crown is a wooden product, specifically, a piece of jade emitting a glimmer of light is inlaid on the base of the wood.

The wood itself is almost decayed, and jade should be the core and true value of this thing. Zhang Cheng remembered the words of the ghost just now, could this thing be dedicated to God?

But at least for the time being, it can only be used as a personal item. After Zhang Cheng restored the coffin, he bowed in place, expressed his gratitude, and then turned to head towards the other end.

It seems that this world is much more complicated than he thought. Of course, it is normal. Where does a world come from that simple?

"Long Yan...what is that?" Zhang Cheng was at a corner, looking at the broken bones under his feet and muttered to himself. He just cut open the neck of a skeleton with one sword, cutting the entire neck bone, instantly turning the skeleton into a bone. Then Zhang Cheng deliberately cut a few more times in key positions such as the skull, lumbar spine, arms, and thighs to ensure that it becomes a pile of broken bones that cannot be combined.

"So, is the lich the core still?"

He once again wrapped himself in a cloak. If he wanted to face the boss, he had to clean up all his little brothers. As a high-level player, he would not make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

This world obviously does not support saving and reading disks.

In the dark dungeon, there is a big problem, that is, it is difficult to feel the passage of time.

There is no such trouble when playing games. But reality seems to reflect a scientific argument that Zhang Cheng saw a long time ago: in a dark environment, humans will experience physiological and physiological discomfort.

The magic effect in front of you has begun to become unstable. In other words, you can clearly feel the visual effect of the "black and white movie" in front of you is gradually fading. Zhang Cheng gave himself a sip of water and then began to return along the way.

A long spear radiating as bright as a light bulb stood on the ground, reminding him that he had returned to the starting point of the dungeon. He knew that if he walked a short distance forward, he could go out from the slope and return to the world in the sun.

There are a lot of metal products piled up on the edge of Changge - there is no way. In the game, you get "treasure antiques" and only one grid. But in reality, what you get is this heavy thing. Zhang Cheng relies entirely on the way of transporting food from ants to transport these things here bit by bit.

Fortunately, there was a chariot when I went back... I could barely send it back. If not, I could only move it again.

He sat down quietly beside the pile of trophys and opened his spell book.

The spell book obtained from Huang Gong is very complete, with a large number of spells recorded. At the beginning, he was able to understand first-level spells through the translator (which can only be described in this way) and it felt like he was looking at the chemical reaction equation. But except for first-level spells, other spells, including second-level spells, are a bunch of unknown symbols and patterns, which are completely incomprehensible. However, after he reached the level 3 mage, the second-level spell was instantly unlocked and was also converted by the translator into something that he could fully understand, such as chemical equations.

It is more complicated than first-level spells, but there is no problem in understanding and using them.

This time, he still prepared "dark vision" for himself. After a simple rest and extracting elements from the Magic Net, everything came naturally.

A world of colors mixed with darkness and light disappeared, and replaced by a world of black, white and gray, but clearly visible.
Chapter completed!