Ren Xiaosu responded with an "Oh" as the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Ren Xiaosu's expression darkened. "You guys are serious? I heard what you guys were discussing just now. Tell me, how are you serious? Those who said there was a pretty girl on the street, come out now! You're already buried in the ground, yet you still go out to look at girls all day long. You're old and frivolous! Tell me, have you seen someone else bathing before?! "
"That's right, this kid is full of evil tricks. He even lied to us about his age!"
More than 200,000 heroic spirits were resting under the bronze bell in the square. No one had expected such a situation to happen before.
Seeing that more than 200,000 heroic spirits could not be used by him, Ren Xiaosu's heart ached a little.
"Who knows?" Ren Xiaosu pursed his lips.
"Wait." The deep voice from before said, "That kid, come back."
"What's wrong with that kid, Zhang Jinglin? Why did he choose such a frivolous kid to be the next commander-in-chief?" one of the heroic spirits suddenly said amid the commotion.
The heroic spirits flew into a rage. "We only saw her when she passed by. Do you think we're so despicable? How could we do such a thing?! Besides, we can't leave this square at all! "
Even if the Wang Clan had launched a full-scale war and recalled their veterans, they only had about 200,000 soldiers now, right?
At that time, more than 200,000 heroic spirits would huddle together to read the newspaper. But before they could finish reading, the people who came to commemorate them would burn the newspaper …
"Details?" Ren Xiaosu smiled. "Please listen to the details next time. Alright, it's getting late. I'm going back to sleep."
Ren Xiaosu turned around and asked in puzzlement, "What else is there?!"
Ren Xiaosu was unhappy when he heard that. "Who's frivolous? How can you talk to your elders like that? "
Therefore, the heroic spirits were especially eager to know what was happening in the outside world.
Whenever this happened, everyone would quarrel for a month, guessing what would be written in the second half of the newspaper.
Ren Xiaosu said, "The changes in the Northwest started with the Soong Clan. On that day, Wang Shengzhi, the current head of the Wang Clan Consortium, personally came to the Northwest to visit Mr. Zhang Zhang Jinglin and wanted to reopen the trade route. However, the Soong Clan was stirring up trouble from within. They allowed the bandits in the valley to block off the roads and isolate Fortress 178 from the outside world. It had already been 16 years since the last war in the Northwest. Mr. Zhang was worried that the foreign enemies in the Northwest had already developed and grown stronger. If Fortress 178 did not seek to develop further, they might not be able to stop them. So he made up his mind and decided to eradicate the malignant tumor of the Northwest, the Soong Clan. "
This group of heroic spirits had been addressing Zhang Jinglin as "kid" every day. Who could tolerate a living person suddenly appearing out of nowhere and insisting on pretending to be their elder?
The heroic spirits slowly fell silent. Ren Xiaosu continued, "Look, back then, everyone fought with all their might against those warlocks outside the Northwest. If y 'all were to join my Temple of Heroic Spirits now, I'll lead y' all to wipe them out. Don't you think that'll be very satisfying?"
Sometimes, when something great happened in the Northwest, such as when the Zong Consortium, which had always been disgusting to them, was wiped out, someone would come over with that day's newspaper to show them how powerful the Northwest Army of Fortress 178 had become.
After that, Ren Xiaosu left.
"Um … tell us in detail what's been happening in the Northwest recently," the deep voice said.
However, just as Luo Lan had said, the contract with the Temple of Heroic Spirits was equal. If you summoned the other party, there was nothing they could do if they did not accept your summons.
When the heroic spirits heard Ren Xiaosu say that, they nearly vomited on the spot. "You even believed a lie? Can you be any more shameless, kid?"
In the minds of the mourners, if they burned the newspaper, it would fall into their hands. Therefore, burning the newspaper was also out of good intentions.
However, the heroic spirits did not buy it. "We've already fought the battles that needed to be fought, so stop bullshitting with us. Once we enter your Temple of Heroic Spirits, we'll be under your control. Even if the other veteran commanders come, they won't be able to do the same, much less you, who's just a substitute commander!"
When the heroic spirits saw this, they immediately perked up. After all, they had not communicated with an "outsider" for a long time. Now that someone had appeared who could talk to them, it was equivalent to them suddenly having an additional channel to communicate with the outside world!
"Kid, tell us what's been happening in the Northwest recently," the deep voice said again.
Ren Xiaosu did not want to continue arguing with these heroic spirits. Instead, he said patiently, "Who can y 'all protect here? If the enemy really attacks, y 'all can only watch from the sidelines. If that nuisance warlock gets even stronger and Fortress 178 gets razed to the ground, no one will remember y 'all, and y' all will vanish into thin air, understand? "
The heroic spirits behind him roared angrily, "What a fucking wicked bastard! I was wondering why he was suddenly so kind as to tell us a story. So it turns out he was just trying to pique our curiosity and disgust us!"
However, this was not something that could be forced. Ren Xiaosu said, "Alright then, everyone, get some rest. I'll be leaving!"
"Kid, I can tell you're the kind of person who has a lot of crooked thoughts!"
Ren Xiaosu thought for a moment and said, "Then let's talk about the chaos in the Central Plains. When I arrived in the Central Plains, the barbarians from further north suddenly invaded the Central Plains. Stronghold 176 was crushed like tofu by their cavalry."
Furthermore, they could not leave as they were under the bronze bell. Some of the people who came to mourn them would talk about what had happened in the Northwest, but the problem was that they would not go into too much detail.
But the heroic spirits were very angry. Once the newspapers were burned, they could not read them anymore.
The stronghold residents who came to mourn the heroic spirits did not expect that they could actually hear what they were mourning for the heroic spirits.
"We already know about that. What happened after that?" the deep voice asked.
The heroic spirits said at once, "Yes, yes, that's what we're talking about. There was a kid who came to burn the newspapers. He was so fucking fast that we didn't even get to read the content before he burned it. That's why we don't know the details of the incident."
"How fucking wicked! Why did such a wicked person suddenly appear in the Northwest Army's commander's office?!"
Although the process sounded very fun, everyone would often make mistakes when piecing together the content of the newspaper. Once they made a mistake, they would start blaming each other and arguing endlessly.
But Ren Xiaosu was not concerned about this right now. He only felt that if his Temple of Martyrs could command so many heroic spirits, he would probably be able to do whatever he wanted in the entire Barrier Alliance.
In order to prevent such things from happening again and again, everyone even divided up the work. One group of people would read the first half of the first page, another group would read the second half, and then another group would read the second and third pages.
In particular, the feeling of the newspaper getting burned halfway through was driving them crazy.
Only by doing this could everyone piece together the content of the newspaper.
He turned around and sat down next to the bronze bell. "There's still four or five hours until daybreak. Let me tell you all about it."
These heroic spirits had been cooped up under the bronze bell for a very long time. Although there were over 200,000 people who could chat to relieve their boredom, they were getting tired of talking to each other after nearly 200 years.
Moreover, the problem was that it was not every day that someone would come and burn the newspapers. It would only happen once every week or two.
If they had the ability to buy their own newspapers, they would definitely not tire themselves out like this!
Ren Xiaosu realized he could not convince these heroic spirits at all, so he gave up.
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