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Zhao Yushu asked himself again, could this be a trap set by Yelu Mingjing?

If not, then I am indeed the son of luck.

Even before he asked the little servant, he knew that this boy's descendants would inevitably have something to do with him in the future.

In an encounter between life and death, you will meet several people who will change your future, or in other words, you will change your future with your own hands.

The ancestor of the Jade Rat left Beimang Mountain today and went to the nearby Dongdu, where he changed his name and established himself. His descendants, who are unknown generations old, have managed to make a name for themselves as the Dongdu Jade Rat.

The short man should be the ancestor of Yelu Mingjing. He returned to the grassland and married a nobleman as he wished, or married into the Yelu family. A hundred years later, he had a descendant of the big boss of this dimension.

"Little slave, don't you have a name either?"

Zhao Yushu decided to find out the future of his last companion.

"My name doesn't sound nice, I want to change it."

"Oh? Change it to what?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe I'll think about it while walking."

"Where to go?"

"Chang'an, I want to go to Chang'an. I went there once with my master. There is a ghost market there. No one asks about your origin. I want to hide there. If, if it is possible, ha, after being a slave for more than ten years, I want to be the emperor."

"Hahahahaha!"

The short man laughed with Yu Zhao, but Zhao Yushu did not laugh.

It was not because he knew who the descendants of the little slave were, but because he had no idea who his descendants should be.

Maybe he died in the Chang'an Ghost Market.

"Zhao Liu, do you really want to stay and wait for death?"

The young servant raised his head and asked seriously, because he was used to being a slave, he thought he would be the last one left behind. No matter in status or cultivation, he believed that he could not beat Zhao Yushu who was in the first level.

"I want to stay, but I don't necessarily want to die."

"If you can survive, I will definitely repay you."

"Even if I survive, you won't be able to find me."

"Then leave a message. Even if I die, my children and my descendants will definitely repay this favor."

Zhao Yushu looked at the extremely serious servant and suddenly wanted to make a joke: "How about this, our incident today was caused by the sect-guarding magic weapon. If you have a chance in the future, you can report back to the master of the sect-guarding magic weapon. By then, he will probably be the only heir of our Beimang lineage, and this will also be considered as your loyalty."

He is the master of the sect's magical weapon. Apart from the descendants of these brothers, he can only be the successor of the Beimang lineage. Zhao Yushu feels that he is quite shameless.

The little servant was stunned: "Okay."

"Take as much as you like."

After Zhao Yushu finished speaking, he leaned against the door frame in a daze, glancing at the short man from time to time.

If he was killed here, would Yelu Mingjing still be born?

If not, will the underworld not appear?

What about myself? Will I be able to travel through time as well?

But if I didn't travel through time, no one would kill this brother, and the cycle would be back to the beginning again!

Zhao Yushu scratched his head and chuckled. What was wrong with him? He actually wanted to kill him.

After killing him, he will probably find many excuses for himself, saying that he has killed many people and he is the ancestor of the big boss and his death is not a pity.

Full fucking excuses.

"almost."

Yu Zhao clapped his hands. He had already filled two storage bags and stuffed everything he could see into them.

"Haha, I see there are actually a few books on bronze and stone appreciation. They are not good things in themselves, but they are very useful. I plan to open a small antique shop in Dongdu."

Yu Zhao casually told him his detailed plan, and Zhao Yushu nodded in agreement.

"I'm fine too."

The little servant kept his head down: "But I want to go to Elder Xu's residence again to get some things."

"What to take?"

Yu Zhao asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

"Hey kid, we live and die together..."

Yu Zhao was a little angry, but Zhao Yushu raised his hand to interrupt him: "Maybe we will go our separate ways and rarely see each other again in this life, so don't ask."

Yu Zhao snorted and said no more.

"What about you, Liaoren?"

Yu Zhao looked at the short man who was sitting nearby and sighing, and found that the other party didn't seem to have collected much.

"I don't care about these things. I just want to take away the magic weapons. Alas, I don't have any now. Forget it, I'll just take something away. It won't be in vain that I have worked hard in the Central Plains for so many years."

The Liao people hastily packed up some things, then shook a storage bag and said, "I won't share the fat pig's things with you. We have a long way to go, and we'll meet again if we're lucky. Hi, let's not meet again, I'm leaving!"

As the Liao man stepped out of the gate, Zhao Yushu called him from afar.

"I say, bro."

"What's the matter?"

"If you have the chance, leave a family motto for your descendants."

"What?"

"More reading, less sword practice."

"Go away."

The Liao man cursed and ran away.

Zhao Yushu curled his lips and asked, why don’t you listen to my advice?

"This is a good family motto. I will keep it for future use. What future can I have by fighting and killing? It is better to study and become an official. Anyway, I have money and can support my children's education."

Master Yu came over, looking serious.

Zhao Yushu was stunned. Damn, the reason why the Jade Rat’s cultivation was so poor was discovered.

"Then brother, I'm leaving too. If you want to survive, come to Dongdu to have a drink with me."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you something."

Zhao Yushu went out to retrieve his storage bag, took out the three secret books, and returned to give them to Yu Zhao: "Since you want to study, keep them as a thought, maybe you can pass them on."

Yu Zhao stared at Zhao Yushu blankly: "How do you know this? I only learned the technique orally from the elders."

"Everyone has secrets, right? Brother Yu, take care."

"Oh, take care."

The two men clasped their fists to each other, Master Yu sighed, and went out.

After the two men left, the little servant finally came back.

"Actually, you are the ghost, right?"

"When did you find out?"

Zhao Yushu did not deny it.

"It's just a feeling, but it doesn't matter. I'm leaving now. If it doesn't work, you can leave too."

"I have other things to do."

The servant nodded and turned to leave. As he walked out of the door, he turned his head and said, "My last name is Yan, and my name is Shitou."

"Okay, I'll remember that, Yan Shitou."

Zhao Yushu finally confirmed that he really had no connection with this Yan Shitou, nor with anyone with the surname Yan. If he had to count, he only knew one Yan Chixia.

The stone is probably dead.

Zhao Yushu walked alone to the sect leader's throne following his memory, which was more like a cramped meeting hall.

The chair that was smashed to pieces by his palm was still there intact. Zhao Yushu walked over and sat down. There was a stone platform on the right.

There was a gap there that seemed like something could be inserted.

Zhao Yushu casually transformed into an Assassin and stabbed in without hesitation.

Countless black threads began to spread, instantly turning the already dim hall completely black. Even with the eyes open, one could not see anything.

You should be able to feel it.

Zhao Yushu closed his eyes.

Let me meet you for a moment.