If it wasn't Wang Man who was speaking, then who was speaking was...
"You'd better leave quickly, she's coming back." The voice sounded again.
Xu Le frowned slightly. She was coming back? Who was she? Was this supposed to be a friendly reminder
Although you don't know the other party's identity at this time, it is necessary to remain vigilant.
This person is able to be aware of himself and remind himself to be careful of "her".
Is it very likely that this "she" has a high probability of being able to detect himself, the leader of the red monks
"Wang Man, let's go down."
"Oh? Don't you want to continue going up? There's still some distance to the top."
"No, I feel this location is a bit dangerous. For safety reasons, we should leave as soon as possible."
Although Wang Man didn't know where the danger Xu Le was talking about came from, she still nodded and agreed to Xu Le's request.
After all, she had explored this place once, and this time she came here just to bring Xu Le here to explore.
Since Xu Le was leaving, she naturally wouldn't stay here any longer.
"Okay, let's go."
The soul bodies of the two began to descend rapidly and left the platform garden as soon as possible.
Not long after they left, a red figure slowly descended from the sky.
She must have fallen from higher up the tree. When she landed on the platform garden, the red figure raised her head slightly.
The tip of her delicate nose searched for something in the air, and after a few seconds, she came to the place where Xu Le and Wang Man's souls had just floated.
In front of the red flowers, he gently picked the flower.
Then he lifted up his hood, put the flower to his nose and smelled it.
“The smell of the soul.”
The woman had no eyes under her hood, and her forehead was covered with messy, waxy yellow hair.
The hair seemed to have withered and spread all the way to her neck.
In addition to her hair, her outstretched fingers were the same, all damaged and full of the scent of being glued to the tree.
After sniffing the flowers gently, the woman put her hood back on.
He turned and walked to the center of the garden and stood still.
This station, like a statue, never moved again.
…
Xu Le and Wang Man slowly sank down. They passed one venue after another and finally returned to the third floor of the tower, which was where they were staying, the parliament hall.
After his soul returned, Xu Le suddenly opened his eyes.
A lingering feeling of fear filled my heart.
"Who was that voice that reminded me just now?"
He looked at Wang Man with some doubt. If the reminder just now came from Guangzhu, then the person who reminded him should be Wang Man, not him.
"Brother Xu Le, there is actually another area up there. That's the highest place I've ever been to..."
"It's okay. It's already very good. Thank you for this time."
"This is my own business, but even if we knew the situation up there, it would be meaningless. We have no way of getting up there."
Wang Man felt a little regretful. In this position, she couldn't touch the light casting.
Unless... there is a more in-depth solution.
Xu Le pinched his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head slightly.
"There is really no good solution. This is the only way to deal with it for now." Xu Le's most important task now is to finalize Zion's trade policy.
Then it’s your own business, Xiong Zemo.
Finally, the tower.
Although there are several objectives in this trip that are not necessary to complete, Xu Le thought that since he was already here, he should not leave, he wanted them all!
"Everyone, take a break. The discussion of the Lighthouse people will probably take some time. Maybe they won't even pay attention to us today."
"Well, rest."
After everyone had rested, Xu Le and Wang Shu exchanged glances.
As the carrier of the power of the Golden Tree of Light, if there is any chance to connect to this tree, then Wang Shu is definitely the only channel and clue.
"Brother Shu, let me briefly tell you about the situation above."
Wang Shu:
Although Wang Shu was a little surprised, he still listened patiently.
Xu Le did not hide the situation of the golden tree, especially the fact that high-end trees would rot.
Xu Le told Wang Shu everything without reservation.
Wang Shu is not an old man who is terminally ill, nor is he a family member whose illness needs to be concealed. He is a very determined night watchman and a warrior.
If he can't accept this kind of thing, then he has no qualifications to strive for the highest level of martial arts.
What's more, even if the body decays and becomes like those red-robed ascetic monks, doesn't that mean he is not dead yet
As long as you are not dead, there is hope.
"That's probably what happened. I'm afraid you'll have to figure out how it rots..."
After listening to Xu Le's story, Wang Shu didn't have any extra expression on his face, nor did he worry about himself.
There is no need to worry about things that haven't happened yet, and even if they worry, they don't have a solution.
"What are your thoughts now? Finding a chance to go up there?"
"Before that, do what you need to do first. But do you think there is a chance to go up?"
"We rarely come to the Upper City, let alone the Tower. A place like this must be controlled by the Illuminati. We can't get in."
Wang Shu shook his head slightly, and also thought that at this time and in this situation, it would be almost impossible to enter the upper level of the tower and the rotten area of the golden tree.
However, the two people's not-so-quiet conversation also attracted the attention of Gu Beichen.
"What are you talking about? Behind my back? Is it interesting?"
Xu Le touched his nose and felt unlucky.
However, Wang Shu still diligently explained the situation to Gu Beichen.
After hearing Xu Le's idea, Gu Beichen sneered:
"Isn't this kind of thing simple?"
Xu Le:
Wang Shu:
"Come on, tell me your brilliant ideas." Xu Le sat aside with a big smile. He wanted to see what Gu Beichen was up to.
"First, you have to confirm one thing. Can you defeat the guards on the Golden Light Tree, monk?"
Hearing this question, Xu Le frowned slightly:
"Isn't that nonsense? We are definitely no match for him. There are only a few of us, and he is the core of a city."
"That's it. If you can't beat them, just join them. Isn't that simple?"
Xu Le and Wang Shu were stunned. If you can't beat them, just join them
"How do I join?"
Gu Beichen pretended to pour himself a cup of tea, then pointed at Wang Man who was meditating over there:
"See that glowing girl? She glows, a devout believer.
Do you see the little tree? The little tree will grow into a sapling, a system.
See, I am from the Red Moon Temple and I am one of them.
So Xu Le, what about you? "
Xu Le: …
He stared at Gu Beichen for a while, then said slowly:
"You were possessed?"
"roll."
Although Gu Beichen is unreliable most of the time, his suggestion is indeed very constructive.
Wang Shu, Wang Man, and Gu Beichen himself, the three of them have certain conditions to join the Illuminati. They may not agree to join, but at least they have the reason and identity to enter.
The most difficult things to deal with were actually myself and Ai Li.
This is worth thinking about.
"Think carefully about what to do next."
…
The next day, in the lower town of Lighthouse.
Xiong Zemo received Luo Juya's remains, and in front of many night watchmen, he silently shed tears.
As the district chief of District B, this situation was already a bit inappropriate, but no night watchman would say anything more at this time.
Several night watch captains came over and carefully warned:
"Mr. District Chief, please take care of yourself."
"Yes, my condolences."
"If Madam Ju Ya were still alive, she wouldn't want you to be like this."
Xiong Zemo wiped away his tears and nodded to them:
"I'll leave Juya's affairs to you."
"Make sure the mission is accomplished."
Several night watchmen saluted.
At this point, Xiong Zemo took Luo Juya's charred body back and got into the car.
Driving on the road, the car stopped in a corner of the slums.
The driver's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, which is something a normal person's neck cannot do.
He began to pull out some small pieces of metal from various corners of the car, and then used these pieces to piece together a metal key before getting out of the car.
On the other side, Xiong Zemo himself lifted up the coffin containing the body.
Although his puppet is a sorcerer, there is no sense of incongruity when he is 2 meters tall and lifts such a coffin.
The two walked towards the slums one after the other.
The driver opened a door with a metal key he had made himself, and walked in one after the other.
After entering the metal door, there is a long staircase leading underground.
The two of them calmly opened another mechanism, and a new road actually extended from the right side of the stairs and headed to the right.
Such is the ingenuity of this hidden area.
Even if it is discovered and cracked by brute force.
According to the inertia of thinking, those people will keep walking downwards and it will be difficult for them to discover the hidden mechanism on the side.
The two entered through the side door and walked into a hidden laboratory.
Xiong Zemo himself is sitting here.
Sitting in a wheelchair, reading a book quietly.
The lamp in his hand was not a common kerosene lamp, but a strangely shaped branch of a golden tree of light.
After the two puppets arrived here, they did not have any conversation, because a puppeteer never needs to talk to his puppets.
His will is the puppet's will, and his thoughts are the puppet's thoughts.
The puppet is his tool and also his weapon.
Placing Luo Juya's charred body on the test table, Xiong Zemo got up from his wheelchair, slowly walked to Luo Juya, and carefully stroked her face.
"How could you be so careless? If you wanted to escape from the beginning, you should have been able to escape.
We have been together for so long that we no longer need to maintain face. Why risk your life? It's not worth it."
Xiong Zemo confessed his feelings to Luo Juya while moving his body around in Luo Juya's body.
His fingers were extremely delicate, with a hint of spiritual energy on his fingertips, as if many precise scalpels were working at the same time.
Snap!
Luo Juya's jaw was removed.
Xiong Zemo took out several bottles of potion from the test bench and poured the potion into his hands.
When these potions of different colors fell into his palms, spiritual energy began to combine with these potions and rise, and several streams of water carrying spiritual energy began to move in Xiong Zemo's hands.
Then he placed his palm on Luo Juya's chin.
This section of the jaw began to absorb the potions and spiritual energy, and the process lasted for more than ten minutes.
Xiong Zemo then took out a bottle of blood and turned it into a blood bead in his hand.
Open the jaw of Luo Juya's body and put it in.
After doing all this, Xiong Zemo directly put the jaw back and began to make seals:
"Spell - Array - Array - The one who comes - Resurrection Technique."
The scattered souls were gradually gathered by some force, and even the river of souls began to fluctuate.
But the scope of this fluctuation is not very large.
These souls condensed into a drop of blue liquid above Luo Juya's head and slowly fell down.
After the soul water droplets fell, spiritual energy fluctuations began to appear on Luo Juya's body, and extremely strong shadow energy began to spread around.
These shadow energies even devoured some of Xiong Zemo's bottles and jars, causing the entire secret room to vibrate.
The charred corpse suddenly opened its eyes.
The turbid and dim gaze shifted towards Xiong Zemo who was summoning souls.
"Old Bear..."
The sound was hoarse, like that of a grinded gear, and it felt like it was losing power.
"Yes, I'm here." Xiong Zemo nodded.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you any further."
"It doesn't matter, you will become a part of me." Xiong Zemo pinched Luo Juya's forehead.
The corpse's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, but in the end he did not refute anything:
"If you can stay... that's fine."
"Tell me about those people." Xiong Zemo said calmly.
Luo Juya was silent for a while:
"I thought you were going to ask me about something from the past."
"Our past? Those are just experiences not worth bragging about."
“It’s not anything to brag about, but it’s a fond memory for us.”
“If there is no way to exist forever, then memories are the most useless thing, because people will die eventually.”
The concepts of one person and one corpse are completely different, and some clashes of consciousness have occurred.
However, Luo Juya finally chose to compromise.
"The resurrection technique should only last a few minutes, Old Bear. I only have a few minutes left. Is there any point in arguing like this?"
“Everything I do is for our ideals.”
"But my ideal is you..."
If Luo Juya could cry, she would be in a very sad state now. Unfortunately, her jaw is no longer intact, and it is very difficult for her to cry.
However, Luo Juya's sadness did not infect Xiong Zemo, he just said mechanically:
"Tell me about their abilities."
Luo Juya stared at Xiong Zemo. This was one of the few actions she could do.
"when?"
“Is there any point in asking these questions now?”
“For me, yes.”
"A long time ago."
Luo Juya suddenly laughed miserably, but unfortunately her laughter was completely silent and the friction of the corpse could not produce any laughter at all.
"There are four of them in total, two warriors and two sorcerers. The leading sorcerer is Xu Le..."
Luo Juya began to talk about Xu Le and the others' abilities, and Xiong Zemo listened very attentively.
Not only did he listen very carefully, he even took out paper and pen to take notes on some key points.
Never take any warlock lightly.
Especially those warlocks who are ready to kill you.
"He has mastered the power of thunder and light, and even has the ability to control gravity, influence mental energy, and perform close combat. This Xu Le's abilities are more complex than before!"
As Xiong Zemo recorded, Luo Juya's eyes became increasingly dim.
"Old Bear, is the relationship between us real?"
Luo Juya didn't get an answer. Xiong Zemo looked very busy and was so busy that he didn't want to pay attention to what his wife said at this time.
In less than ten minutes, her soul was completely scattered.
There was no communication between husband and wife as she had imagined, and it dissipated with endless regret.
Xiong Zemo recorded the last part of Xu Le's ability, then placed his hand on Luo Juya and slowly spoke to his dead wife:
"I have already prepared for you. If it wasn't true love, why would I wait until now?"
Phew!
His fingertips pierced into his chest and pinched Luo Juya's heart which had already stopped beating.
…
On top of the tower.
Xu Le crossed his legs and watched several negotiators and some business people from Lighthouse arguing fiercely.
But what they were arguing about was ridiculous, at least in Xu Le's opinion.
"The export price of our Zion energy is 0.7 cents. There is absolutely no problem with this price, and we will not make concessions."
Zion's negotiator spoke righteously, as if he was defending Zion's interests, and argued with the Lighthouse people about energy prices.
But what is the reality
"Impossible, this price is absolutely impossible. The energy price to reach the lighthouse is at least 4 dollars. Your selling price cannot be lower than 4 dollars."
"Isn't it good to have cheap energy? Why does it have to be 4 yuan?"
"Don't worry about it. If we say it's 4 yuan, it's 4 yuan."
In the face of this quarrel, Xu Le could only lie on the sofa and drink tea.
They are willing to sell it at 70 cents in Zion, but Lighthouse is not willing to sell it. Lighthouse insists on importing it at 4 yuan, so this is nonsense...
In fact, Xu Le can easily understand the reason.
Currently, the Upper City family of Lighthouse controls a large amount of moonstone resources, and the original price of moonstone is a stable 9 yuan.
If Guyinduo soap is imported at 0.7 cents, the price difference between the two parties will be more than ten times.
Once the 70-cent import price is announced, even if transportation is taken into account, the price will be at most two yuan per gram.
The Lighthouse Council and the Upper Town families barely make a dollar, because transportation costs do exist.
But it’s only 1 dollar, so what about their loss
The moonstones will be completely unsaleable, and the moonstones they have in stock will become completely unsalable unless the price is reduced to a price that is more advantageous than soap.
This was a result that the Lighthouse's higher-ups simply could not accept.
But if they raised the import price of soap to $4 and then described in detail how difficult it was to import and how dangerous it was to transport.
Then they raise the selling price to more than 6 yuan, so they can make at least 2 yuan per gram.
In addition, the originally accumulated moonstones can also be reduced to the same price as soap during this period of time, and shipped quickly to clear inventory.
If the public finds soap easy to use but moonstone difficult to use, then the Lighthouse Upper Town District can completely limit the sale of soap.
Then spread more information about the unstable energy of Guyinduo Soap.
The public? The public knows nothing. Even if they have doubts, can they really study whether Guyinduo soap is safe
It's impossible.
So they can only buy high-priced soap or high-priced moonstone obediently until the moonstone inventory in the upper city of Lighthouse is cleared out, and then this situation will end.
Originally, Xu Le priced soap at 50 cents per gram.
70 cents is already a profit.
It really doesn't make sense that the Lighthouse did this and made Zion earn an extra $3.5 with tears in his eyes.
To be honest, Xu Le really doesn't want to make this money. There is no point.
Once Zion Energy starts exporting, the money and numbers will become almost the same. By then, what he wants to get will not be just money.
Many things happen subtly.
Although this price increase to reduce inventory was a good move, the import price of 4 yuan blocked Xu Le's original idea.
He could only secretly admire the lighthouse's behavior:
"They are indeed a group of veteran economic experts. Compared to them, I am still too young."
Although Ai Li and the others didn't quite understand why Dengta wanted to raise the price, after hearing Xu Le say this, Ai Li still tried to comfort him:
"You are indeed very young, only 22 years old. You should be one of the youngest councillors in Zion's history, maybe even the youngest."
The ages of some members of parliament were not determined, so Alley could not confirm them.
Xu Le felt very comfortable hearing the girl's compliments, but the result of the negotiation still made him helpless.
He may make a lot of money at this price, but it can no longer impress the people of Lighthouse.
Especially the desperate downtown area.
For those who only have 25 dollars a month, there is actually not much difference between energy at 6 dollars and energy at 9 dollars, and they can't afford it.
You can only go to the wild to pick up wood, burn firewood, or get some coal.
But if the energy cost is 1-2 yuan, even very poor families can still meet their daily lighting needs.
This is a qualitative change!
Xu Le stood up at this time and said to several lighthouse councillors:
"Ladies and gentlemen, don't we say that we should seek the welfare of the people?"
"You said it yourself, it's just talk."
…
The airship landing area at the lighthouse.
A passenger with fiery red hair walked out from the newly docked second-class cabin.
The young guard who was still standing guard here stared at the figure, shook his head, and slapped himself again in anger.
"Damn it, how can you be so useless? I only saw him once, what are you fantasizing about all day long?"
While the on-duty audit guard was still complaining about himself, a slightly rough and confident voice among women appeared in his ears:
"Hey, Mr. Guard, are you okay? Can I still check your visa?"
The guard raised his head, took a look at the other person's eye patch and the pale golden prosthetic arm, then lowered his head again:
"Of course, in fact, we have met before, Miss Chi Xiao."