"Oh, by the way, the city lord who used the bones of beautiful women to make pipa was killed by the people."

He chuckled, "Someone used a knife to scrape off the flesh from his legs piece by piece. He screamed miserably when he died."

I won't care about it for the rest of my life.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the farmhouse wine, "You finally did a good thing."

"Compared with Shopkeeper Yu, we are still far behind." Wu Peng toasted Yu Sheng.

After putting down the wine glass, Wu Peng considered it for a moment before speaking, "Shopkeeper Yu must be curious as to why I want to find you."

I watched him for the rest of my life, waiting for him to say something.

Wu Peng stopped talking.

He stood up and looked at the city outside the window.

"Before the saints appeared, the history of mankind was a history of blood and tears of being killed by monsters for food. The people of the Central Plains have always looked forward to one day becoming the masters of the Central Plains and being able to live wildly and boldly."

So, with the help of the Emperor of Heaven, the Central Plains Saint appeared.

However, the resistance of the Central Plains saints was quickly wiped out by the Central Plains gods.

The people of the Central Plains are ushering in a darker era.

In this era, there will be a good harvest next year, but the people have to change their sons to eat.

He was obviously exhausted to death, but his wife and children had no clothes in the cold winter.

"The people of the Central Plains have suffered too much in these thousands of years."

He looked back at the rest of his life.

"Although our witch academy is far away in the southern wilderness, we have never forgotten these suffering compatriots. We look forward to one day coming back and saving them from danger."

"Now, we did it!"

Wu Peng was filled with enthusiasm and pride, changing from his previous silence.

For the rest of my life, I just drank and didn't talk.

Wu Peng calmed down and looked at Yu Sheng, "Of course, most of this should be attributed to Shopkeeper Yu."

He raised his glass and said, "On behalf of the people of the Central Plains, I would like to offer a glass to shopkeeper Yu."

Yu Sheng clinked glasses with him and looked at him silently.

"Shopkeeper Yu, in fact, the witch house and the inn have the same purpose: to make the people of the Central Plains safe and happy, so..."

Wu Peng put down his cup and looked at Yu Sheng solemnly, "We don't have to fight each other. We can shake hands and make peace."

"I agree with this."

Yu Sheng chuckled.

He didn't want to fight anymore.

"But your king... No, the Emperor of Heaven agrees? He has always wanted to kill me and take away my soul."

Wu Peng was silent.

He looked out the window and saw no one on the street.

Yu Sheng followed suit and was surprised to find that at some point, there were a bunch of ghosts floating on the street.

Ghosts wandered around the inn where they were staying.

Not to mention humans, not even a ghost can get in.

"Shopkeeper Yu, don't worry, it's just to prevent the partition wall from having ears." Wu Peng turned around.

He poured another glass of wine for Yu Sheng, "To show my sincerity, I would like to give this inn to Shopkeeper Yu."

Yu Sheng looked at him in surprise, "Seriously?"

"really!"

Don't take advantage of the bastard.

Of course Yu Sheng was not a bastard, so he snapped his fingers.

There was a sound of surprise from the kitchen, probably because he was frightened by the sudden appearance of the door so close to him.

Just in case, Yu Sheng posted another one with the word "sword" on it.

After he obtained the Eastern Wasteland and the Central Plains, he built several more libraries and obtained two "sword" characters.

"Now, you can say it." Yu Sheng saw his sincerity.

Wu Peng offers a glass of wine for the rest of his life.

"Now, the Wuyuan is the Wuyuan, and the King of Beihuang is the King of Beihuang."

"Ahem."

Yu Sheng almost choked. He wiped the wine stains from his mouth and looked at Wu Peng, "Seriously?!"

"To be precise, the Witch Academy has nothing to do with the missing Emperor of Heaven."

Wu Peng added, "The son of the Northern Wilderness King you have met is the Northern Wilderness King who lacks a soul. He now shares the same enemy with you."

Wu Peng doesn’t need to say this.

Since the last time he knew that he was being used by the Emperor of Heaven and let Yu Sheng go, the son of King Beihuang must be in the same camp as Yu Sheng.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

And in order to get the soul he lacks, the son of the Northern Wilderness King must also help Yu Sheng.

For the rest of my life, I believed in the soulless King of the Northern Wilderness, but I did not believe in Wu Peng.

"This news is a bit unexpected," he said politely.

"Unexpected? I don't think so."

Wu Peng asked Yu Sheng, "What is the goal of the Wuyuan? To support justice and revitalize the human race."

This goal has never changed since they left the Central Plains, went to the Southern Wilderness, and then when they returned to the Central Plains.

"Now that the goal has been achieved, we must consolidate this hard-won victory instead of continuing to fight and handing over the hard-won fruits of victory to others..."

"After all, this has been the dream of mankind for thousands of years."

I pondered for the rest of my life, considering the meaning of Wuyuan's words.

Isn't this a delaying strategy?

Or is this another dove taking over the magpie's nest?

This is the trick they used against Jiucheng in the first place, and they will have to guard against it for the rest of their lives.

"The witch academy believes in the Emperor of Heaven, so you just give up?"
Chapter completed!