Born out of the ghost and immortal path of the two high-level "heavenly demons" in the Profound Sky Continent, in the process of cultivation, one needs to harvest luck everywhere.
As for what kind of "harvesting" is the most efficient, this is exactly the question that Bai Mo is currently studying in Shuilanxing.
He once thought about using the simplest and most brutal method—killing people, but found that the effect was very unsatisfactory.
After a person dies, his influence is almost completely not received by the murderer, but transferred to the hands of the sequencer.
When the patriarch of the family dies, the successor inherits most of the luck, and when the emperor dies, the new king also inherits the luck.
Influence is more linked to social status than to a specific individual.
Of course, in the most extreme situation, if Bai Mo imagined that he would kill all the people in a whole civilization, then he would probably be able to harvest all his luck.
It would be too wasteful to cut all the leeks to death, and it is very inconsistent with the concept of sustainable development.
A space layer that can give birth to life and civilization is very precious, and there are so many ways to develop it, there is no need to kill the chicken to get the eggs.
And without killing people, let the society undergo drastic changes, carry out a big reshuffle, change the destiny of the people on the water blue star as much as possible, make the luck turbulent, and the instigator will pick up the scattered parts in the collision, this is A relatively peaceful way of harvesting.
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In human terms, it is to travel to different worlds to make troubles crazily, and then harvest luck...
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Under the Eye of Destiny, everyone has a halo of luck of different sizes above their heads.
Originally, these auras should be linked to social status, but Lun Heping, blessed by "fate", has the same luck as the emperor as a commoner.
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After receiving the letter from Hui, the restless Lun Heping waited nervously for the appearance of Raul, the father-killing enemy.
Unlike Zhou Tong, who was in a hurry to recover the source stone, Lauer didn't care about Lun Heping's life and death at all. As long as the other party's charges were confirmed, he would inherit most of the property of Lord Sir Sturt according to the imperial inheritance policy. .
Even if he really didn't catch him in the end, the inheritance would still belong to him. What if Lun Heping dared to come forward and sue him? The Anti-Search Department and the Imperial Court, which have collected enough money, will definitely arrange for him clearly.
Raul, who felt that he was about to make a fortune, was in high spirits. He never thought that a poor student whose family had been ruined would have the guts to think about killing himself.
"The car—come—here."
Lun Heping looked at Raul's cool red sports car, and silently licked his lips.
Then he glanced in the direction of the trash can, folded the wrapping paper of the hot dog into a small plane, and gently threw it into the grid that said recyclable garbage.
His small black car drove slowly and gently, deliberately keeping a considerable distance from Raul's red supercar.
The two drove back and forth into the underground parking lot of the Green Light Bar.
The parking lot is not very big, and occasionally there are scattered wine bottles and paper towels.
If the eyesight is good enough, you can still feel the slight tremor in the small car parked in some dark corners.
The black car drove slowly, and Lun Heping also lowered the driver's window to look around, pretending to be looking for a suitable parking space.
In fact, they were waiting for the moment when Raul parked the car and came out.
Raul, who was dressed in a brand-name suit and had his head permed for a happy night at the bar, did not notice the approach of death at all.
He walked slowly across the path in the parking lot without even looking at the small black car that was also slowly approaching.
Cars make people common sense, Raul thought.
It's a pity that he didn't expect that the people in the car wanted to kill him.
"boom!"
The car with the accelerator stepped on to the end hit the man passing by without any suspense at a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour.
Although the assailant was just a cheap, broken car, it was still not a force that human flesh and blood could resist.
Raul was instantly knocked into the air.
Of course, just such a hit is not fatal.
When Raul landed again and struggled to get up, Lun Heping drove over again.
For this enemy who killed his adoptive parents, he will not have the slightest mercy.
In particular, he just drove to grind instead of stabbing with a knife, which has no visual impact at all, and it is difficult to have the terrifying feeling of seeing blood.
It's not much different from accidentally driving the car into a garbage dump and rolling the scattered garbage back and forth.
Killing people with a knife requires a strong psychological quality, but crushing people with a car does not.
After finishing all this, Lun Heping got out of the car and walked to the front of the car, took a few glances at the father-killer who had lost his breath, and after confirming that he was completely dead, he chose to leave quickly.
It's not that there are no people in the parking lot, but most of them are still immersed in the world inside the car and can't extricate themselves, and don't care about what happens outside the car at all.
Only the security guard who seemed to be guarding the door came slowly.
It's a pity that when they found out that Raul, who had been crushed into a shapeless figure, Lun Heping had already gone away along the elevator from the parking lot to the lobby.
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"This is my... first time?"
After walking far enough, Lun Heping still feels unreal.
So easy to kill an unsuspecting man.
Not even a drop of blood on him.
"In the face of modern technology, people are really fragile..." He felt as if he had turned on some terrible switches.
"So what should I do next?"
After solving the enemy who killed his father, Lun Heping once again fell into confusion.
Even if he killed Raul, he couldn't use his original identity to appear openly.
Other relatives with further inheritance rights will still make an inheritance after Raul's death, and continuing to persecute him as the first heir is undoubtedly the most likely choice.
"Do you want to kill every nobleman who has the right to inherit his father's property?"
"Whether it's a god or a devil, give me an answer."
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"We want to be independent!"
"We want to be free!"
Lun Heping, who was in a daze, was wandering aimlessly, and for some reason, bumped into a group of guys who were marching.
These people are all dressed in green clothes, and most of them are wearing hats, sunglasses and masks at night and shouting there.
The leaders held signs and megaphones, chanting slogans as they walked.
Around them, many people from the Anti-Search Department wore anti-riot shields and followed them helplessly at a distance of ten to twenty meters.
Occasionally, there were still onlookers, but most of them left in a hurry after seeing the contents of the sign.
"Who is this!" Lun Heping, who was obviously not from his own clothes, immediately aroused their hostility.