People often instinctively paralyzed themselves after encountering sudden blows or incomprehensible things. This is how Zhu Dapeng was in the autumn of 135.

Before going to bed, he was playing games by the computer and led a group of Internet brothers to kill everyone. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the ground and turned into Zhu Lao Nian! He was also urinated on the face by a big man dressed in strange clothes and smelling of sweat! Uncle and aunt could not tolerate such things!

However, when he grabbed the knife with the instinct left in his body and held the guy who was peeing on his face in his hand, the whole world instantly changed!

In a strange environment, strange people, speaking strange and strange dialects, they keep whispering to themselves. Some people say bad things, while others pretend to be pitiful, but the purpose is to let themselves let go of the caught guy.

Moreover, these strangers didn't even understand the most basic negotiation skills, and they could not escape death as a result of letting them go. What's even more infuriating is that the fat man with blue eyes who almost grew into a square threatened himself with the lives of other strangers!

Joke, this is the most ridiculous thing Zhu Dapeng has ever seen since he remembers! In a strange world, these people are clearly in the same group, and they are the opposite of all of them. How could they be threatened by such clumsy means?

At that time, his first reaction was that someone was making a prank and designed a scene similar to the movie "Trumen's World" and preparing to watch his own jokes. However, after spending some time and finding that all strangers didn't seem to be acting, and the surrounding sets were too realistic, Zhu Dapeng himself numbed out of the dream. Everything in front of him was a dream. As long as he found the difference between the dream and the reality, he would immediately walk out of the dream.

As a senior technical mate, his method is very simple, which is to try to shoot a bow and arrow on his body. If it hurts, he will be awakened by pain. If it doesn't hurt, it means that he is indeed dreaming and can still wake up smoothly.

As he expected in advance, the arrow shot on his body did not hurt. However, the blood of those who were killed in the dream was actually dazzling red!

Dreams are colorless. Unless there is another world in the dream. When a person is anesthetized to the extreme, all ideas will revolve around assumptions.

So the dream turned into a game, and everyone else became an NPC. It was just that the boss in the game did not lose his equipment after being killed!

It's not a joke, it's not a dream, nor a game, so where is I?! Before Zhu Dapeng's brain cells could make up the fourth answer for him, there was another shout of killing behind him, "Catch the demon!" "Catch the demon to avenge Ma Kongmu!" "Don't the demon, don't you put down your weapons, and die quickly?"

Immediately afterwards, the "bounce" sounded crisply, and three feather arrows broke through the air from behind, two were inserted into the fat man's body, and the last one hit Zhu Dapeng's left shoulder.

"Oh!" Zhu Dapeng jumped up in pain and pulled the feather arrow to the ground. It was bleeding, and it hurt so much, and his head began to dizzy. There was no red bottle or blue bottle in his pocket to eat! On the other side, the guy who was kidnapped by him and two other people dressed similarly to him were tremblingly pulling the bow. The other group of beggar-like guys were holding wooden sticks, whips and other things, following the archer.

"Kill!" For a moment, Zhu Dapeng didn't care about thinking about where he was. He jumped up and rushed to Mr. Li, Mr. Su, and another archer in the yamen who was shooting arrows.

Warriors are the king of close combat against archers. The habits developed by many years of playing games have formed in his mind.

Seeing Zhu Laonian, covered in blood, pounced over with a pig-killing knife, Bai Yuan and the prisoners who were cheering for help were scattered, and immediately lost the whip and wooden stick in their hands, and ran away in panic.

The three archers were a little more courageous than them, and they shot another round of arrows at Zhu Laonian's chest. However, the archers' accurate heads were too poor. The feather arrows shot out in a hurry did not even knock down Zhu Laonian's hair!

"The magic! He used the magic trick of the Maitreya Sect!" Mr. Wang, the archer standing at the far left, suddenly shouted and threw down the wooden bow as if he had discovered some huge secret, and ran away. Two lines of hot urine dripped down his trouser legs.

The Maitreya Cult, drinking water, eating vegetables, chanting the Buddha's name, is invulnerable to swords and guns. Thinking about the crime that Makongmu had committed to Zhu Laonian during his lifetime, the deputy head of the Maitreya Cultivation Dazhi Branch! Mr. Su was also weak all over, throwing the bow and arrow in his hand to the ground, and following in Mr. Wang's footsteps.

There was only one Mr. Li who was still thinking of avenging his nephew, and continued to tremble and put arrows on his bow arm. Zhu Dapeng, who had completely lost his understanding of whether it was a game or reality, was willing to give him more opportunities?! He rushed to the front in three steps and took advantage of his inertia to stab the man in the chest. "Puff", the blade stuck into the gap between the ribs, and directly penetrated Mr. Li to a cold heart.

"Kill people, kill people, the monsters of the Maitreya Cult killed people in the street!" Bai Yuan and the prisoners who ran to the distance and secretly looked back and saw this scene, opened their voices and hoarsely.

"Run, run quickly, Zhu Laonian stabbed Makongmu and Mr. Li!"

"Run, run quickly! Zhu Laonian is a secret stump of Sesame Li, and he has rebelled!" The neighbors who had tried to help Makongmu catch Zhu Laonian before ran faster. While escaping, they inferred the "facts" they had predicted were spread everywhere.

"Boom!" As if half a bowl of cold water was put into the oil pan, countless figures suddenly jumped out of the bleak and silent twilight. They stumbled and ran around like headless flies.

As if echoing the chaotic shouts, several thick smoke suddenly emerged along both sides of Zhuque Street, along the yard, with a strange red color, and rushed straight into the sky...

"Sesame Li, the general of Sesame Li, is coming into the city!"

"Red Turban Army, Red Turban Army. The Red Turban Army who drinks talisman water is invulnerable to swords and guns!"

"Kill, kill the Tartars, and welcome Mr. Li into the city!"

"Kill corrupt officials, all the rich and poor! It's the man who follows me!"

In an instant, countless people were shouting loudly, and countless pairs of rough big hands rushed out of the low thatched huts, gathering into a torrent of destruction.

One by one, the blockers were knocked down, no matter how rich or poor the rich and the noble. The doors of the yard were knocked open, no matter how gorgeous and simple the houses were lit, and it was no longer possible to tell which one was thatched hut or which one was blue brick and green tiles.

The torrent of destruction swept everything in an instant. Crying sounds, begging, anger and scolding, crackling of swords and guns, and house collapses, became the main theme of the evening, causing everyone who heard it to quickly fall into madness.

Under the dark red sky, Zhu Dapeng turned a deaf ear to the noise coming from around him. He killed people, and killed six or seven. Although in previous virtual games, he killed millions of enemies. However, there was no time that he felt as real as tonight.

The blood is sticky, sprayed on the face and has body temperature. The enemy will be afraid. After killing the leading few, the rest will scatter, instead of continuing to rush up to increase your experience as in previous games. The expressions of each opponent before his death are very realistic, and they will also have incontinence. The smell of stench makes people want to spit out their intestines.

However, he couldn't vomit now. He had to figure out where he was? Why did the dead fat man say he was a Maitrean? What is the relationship with the People's Republic of China? How can we find a channel to send himself back?

So after a little stunned, he pulled out the troubled pig knife from Mr. Li's body with a skillful movement that he could not believe, and carried it, chasing him towards the person closest to him. While chasing him, he shouted in extremely stiff Mandarin: "Stop! Don't run! Run again, I will use my ultimate move!"

"It's true that he is from the Maitreya Sect!" Mr. Su, who was unfortunately targeted by him, staggered two steps, and his legs twitched faster. "I saw that I was merciless. I was just pleading for him just now. It's so miserable. Even if I escaped tonight, I can't explain clearly. God, what kind of evil did I have committed in Su Mingzhe? He actually caused me to troubleshoot the family and extermination of the clan!"

He ran faster, and Zhu Dapeng chased him faster. In a blink of an eye, the tip of the knife was already aiming at the back of his heart again. Poor Mr. Su was so scared that he lost his soul, his feet softened, and he fell a dog's bite. He cried and crawled forward for two steps, raised his hands high, "Give up your life--!"

"Give me your life!" These two words and corresponding movements are also common in the north and south, and are suitable for everyone. Zhu Dapeng braked for a while but couldn't stop it, and almost stepped directly over Mr. Su's back. Fortunately, his body's coordination tonight was far beyond the usual day. At the critical moment, he soared into the air, flew over half a meter away, and landed steadily a few inches above Mr. Su's head. He then turned around suddenly, pressed down on the tip of the knife, pointed at Mr. Su's nose and shouted: "Don't move! If you move again, you will really stab it!"

"Don't move, don't move!" Mr. Su's scalp became numb and he raised his hands to act like a zombie. "Grandpa spares your life, Grandpa Maitreya's grandpa!"

"Maitreya Cult?" Zhu Dapeng was stunned and confused. His ears and tongue had gradually adapted to the new environment. He magically understood what the people said here, and communicated with the other party in a similar tone. However, his ideas could not keep up no matter what.

"Little, I didn't know you were the master of the Maitreya Sect before!" Mr. Su thought his accent caused a misunderstanding, so he quickly bent his tongue and learned from the tone of Dadu and Yongping. "If you know you are the master of the Maitreya Sect, you will borrow three courages from villains."

"Stop talking nonsense! Where is this? What are you doing?" Zhu Dapeng was impatient when he heard this, and pointed forward the tip of the knife and continued to ask.

"Master, please spare me. I have eighty mothers at home, and are there any weaned babies under me?" Mr. Su shivered again and blurted out his words begging for mercy. After saying that, he realized that he seemed to answer the question that he was irrelevant. He quickly kowtowed again and added in a panic, "The younger one is the archer in the yamen. He has never done this position he bought two years ago. No, he has not had time to do anything unconscience! Master Maitreya, spare me-!"

"Don't talk nonsense, where is this? Tell me where is this?" Zhu Laonian's eyes became redder and redder, and he stared at Mr. Su, and the tip of the knife kept pressing down.

"This is Xuzhou City, Xuzhou City, Guide Prefecture, Jiangbei Province, Henan Province, Dayuan Dynasty!" Suddenly realized that Zhu Laonian was now being put on by Maitreya Buddha, and he might not be aware of the common things in the world. Mr. Su added one after another like pouring beans. "My Ma Lane, Xieerfang, southwest of Xuzhou City! Master Maitreya, what's wrong with you? Master, your knife, my god, spare your life--!"

"Dang!" The pig-killing knife that had stabbed under his nose suddenly fell to the ground. Looking at Zhu Lao Nian again, she sat down softly as if she had been exhausted for a moment. She looked straight ahead with her eyes blankly and murmured: "Xuzhou, why did I arrive in Xuzhou? I was still at my home in Handan when I was sleeping yesterday. No, something must have happened, it must be."

‘Maitreya Buddha is gone?!’ Mr. Su was stunned for a moment and muttered secretly in his heart. He had seen others invite gods before, and as soon as the gods left, the witch showed almost exactly the same state as Zhu Laonianer now.

‘Since God has left, don’t blame Su for being rude!’ There were countless ideas in his heart. Mr. Su’s best choice was to take the opportunity to stab Zhu Laonian to death and redeem his sins. He secretly glanced at Zhu Laonian, who was absent-minded. He covered his right hand with his sleeves and slowly stretched his fingers to the hilt of the knife, three inches, two inches, one inch

Just as the task was about to be completed, a scream suddenly came from his ears. He looked up suddenly. He saw that his colleague Mr. Wang, who had escaped before, was chased by a strong man wrapped in red scarf, and a group of people were chasing wild dogs. He slapped his bricks to the ground, and the sticks were all in one go. In the blink of an eye, there was no movement.

"Don't be afraid, fellow villagers, the Red Turban Army only kills Tartars, corrupt officials, and not the people!" The strong man wrapped in a red scarf proudly raised the iron ruler he had just stolen, raising his arms and shouting.

"Kill the Tartars, kill corrupt officials, and not the people!" When he saw the people who did not even dare to show off his anger, he was now like a reborn person, and he opened his voice and repeated loudly. Then, he followed the strong man and turned to the next street corner.

"Kill the Tartars, kill corrupt officials, and not the people!" In the dusk, I don't know how many people were responding loudly. Countless fireheads lit up in Xuzhou City, illuminating the entire city as bright as daytime.

"Kill the Tartars, not the people!" In an instant, Fuling came to his heart. Mr. Su shouted to lift up his outer robe, tear off two pieces of cloth from the half-old red robe, one wrapped around his head, and the other hand was handed to Zhu Laonian.

"Kill the Tartars, don't kill the people!" Several Bai Yuan and Xiao Zi, who were hiding in the doorsteps of the people's houses, were also reminded and shouted and jumped out. They either tore open their dark red clothes, or tear off the bloody cloth strips from the dead's corpse and tied them to their heads in a hurry. Then they grabbed the iron ruler, whip and wooden stick again, and like soldiers returning from victory surrounded their generals, they protected Zhu Laonian in the center of the team and continued to shout loudly, "Kill the Tartars, don't kill the people!" "Kill the Tartars, don't kill the people!" "Kill the Tartars, don't kill the people!"

On August 16, 1351 AD, Sesame Li and eight brothers, nine thousand righteous people conquered Xuzhou, an important town on the south bank of the Yellow River, and the world was shocked!
Chapter completed!