"Are we leaving just like that? Aren't you going to train me? "Jiang Cheng changed his clothes and asked.
Mo Qiong shook his head. "No need."
"You don't have anything for me? Am I going to transmigrate empty-handed? Why don't I search for what happened in 1279 on Baidu? "Jiang Cheng frowned.
"Just accept this." David tossed him a phone that was as thin as a piece of paper.
Jiang Cheng was stunned. He saw that it was an invitation to participate in a game.
He was about to ask what it was when Adams laughed. "Are you going to do this when the doctor isn't around? Let's get down to business. "
Jiang Cheng was speechless. So it was just a prank. Just as he was thinking about this, his vision blurred. He seemed to have arrived at another place. The scenery was a little distorted.
Before he could see anything clearly, he felt a weight on the back of his neck and fainted.
When he woke up, he was already lying in the transmigration cabin.
"I just did a small surgery on you and implanted something. Now that you have transmigrated, we can communicate with you. Our voices will appear directly in your brain. In the future, if necessary, we can even pull you into a holographic virtual world to meet you. "Mo Qiong's voice appeared in Jiang Cheng's brain.
Jiang Cheng thought to himself that it was an awesome technology. However, compared to time travel, brainwave communication and holographic virtual worlds were nothing.
"Next, I will release the hypnotic gas and begin the transmigration. Just lie down," Mo Qiong said.
Jiang Cheng laid down peacefully. However, he was still uneasy. He had nowhere to place his hands. Suddenly, he felt something on his chest. It was the phone that was as thin as a piece of paper. Other than that, there was a seed in his pocket.
"Is this for me to take away?"
He thought. He realized that he could still connect to the internet. Hence, he quickly used this time to search for information about 1279.
When the hypnotic gas was released, he saw the most eye-catching sentence: Battle of Yashan, Song army lost. Song Prime Minister Lu Xiufu lost Emperor Zhao Cheng and died. Song Empire was officially destroyed by Dayuan Empire.
"F * ck! Let me out! "Jiang Cheng was so shocked that he wanted to jump up and hit his head on the glass of the cabin door.
"I want to change places!"
However, it was too late. He inhaled the hypnotic gas and hit his head in agitation. He fainted on the spot.
"What was he shouting just now?" Master Gou asked. The cabin was sealed, so he really didn't hear anything.
Adams heard it and said with a smile, "It's nothing. He really thinks that he has gone to enjoy life."
Mo Qiong sighed and went up to open all the teleportation pods.
He carried Jiang City with one hand and tossed it aside. Jiang City disappeared immediately as he completed his transmigration.
Mo Qiong followed suit until all six D-class personnel had transmigrated.
These six D-class personnel had different 'compositions'.
Jiang Cheng was a member of the D organization, and he also carried the Derivative's adaptive seed. He was also required by the Lan Bai Society to live for at least a month, and he would be able to contact Mo Qiong directly. If necessary, he would even receive reinforcements.
As for the other five, they didn't have a D rank. The Blue and White Society didn't have records. In other words, even a D rank member wasn't officially listed.
However, one of them was also required to live for at least a month and directly contact Mo Qiong. If necessary, they would provide support and even bring along a Derivative.
After that, the third transmigrator did not have a mission and was not required to live for a month.
Number Four, no mission, no support, Mo Qiong did not even contact him directly.
Number Five, no mission, no support, Mo Qiong did not contact him directly or give him a Derivative.
As such, when it came to the sixth transmigrator, he didn't have any composition at all. He didn't even care if he was dead or alive. He wouldn't contact Mo Qiong and didn't expect him to live, much less support him. He didn't even become a David player.
This was a pure transmigration. Life and death depended on fate.
Mo Qiong first paid attention to Number Five because this guy was the first to wake up.
In a sense, his physique was the best …
Number Five chose Later Zhou. His destination was the hometown of the two scholars on Mo Qiong's Void Island.
However, the situation was very different from the scholar's memory. The village was in ruins, and every house was empty. There was no one there.
There were still dead people. Corpses could be seen everywhere, from the broken houses to the roadside in the wilderness.
When Number Five saw this scene, his heart sank. First of all, he had really transmigrated. Such a scene could never be seen in modern society.
Secondly, this was definitely not a peaceful place.
"Are you kidding me? Everyone says that Chai Rong is a wise ruler who reduces the burden of the people. Is this how the area under his rule is? "Number Five covered his nose. He felt that this place was stinky and immediately walked away from the corpses.
Mo Qiong borrowed the hidden camera on his body and used the body of a low-dimensional human to observe. When he heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Not to mention that this was actually a chaotic era. The Khitans invaded the borders every year. Even in a prosperous era, famine was unavoidable.
There were 874 famines in the Song Dynasty, 513 in the Dayuan Dynasty, 1011 in the Ming Dynasty, and 1121 in the Qing Dynasty …
In ancient times, there were countless famines caused by natural disasters or wars. There would be famines every year. Number Five's destination was not a big city but a rural village. Encountering a famine could only be considered average luck. After all, at least he didn't encounter a Khitan invasion at the start of the game.
Number Five left the deserted village. Not long after, he encountered more than ten corpses of old people. Most of the corpses had shriveled stomachs and sunken cheeks. It was obvious that they had starved to death. The more he walked, the more he saw.
Along the way, the farmlands were all cracked and filled with thorns and weeds. It was desolate. Coupled with the stench of the corpses, it was even more horrifying.
"No, no, I have to find a big city quickly. I can't stay here." Number Five mumbled and hurriedly looked for a path.
He was quite lost. He walked aimlessly and couldn't even see a healthy tree. Everywhere he saw, the bark was gone.
Because the environment was really bad, he covered his nose and ran. After running for more than a thousand meters and panting, he finally saw a living person.
However, he realized that it was better not to see a living person than to see one.
It was beside a small forest. Two people in ragged clothes were sitting there, seemingly waiting for death.
If it wasn't for Number Five coming and moving their heads, Number Five would have thought that they were dead.
"Do you know where the nearest city is?" Number Five walked up and asked.
Unexpectedly, the two people didn't say anything and just stared at him. Their sunken eye sockets were extremely terrifying. Number Five had never seen such a gaze in his life.
Number Five had killed people before, so he wasn't afraid of these two skinny aboriginals. He just wanted to get to a big city quickly.
However, after seeing this gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He thought that when he killed people back then, the gaze that the person who died looked at him with was already terrifying enough. However, he didn't expect that when he came here and saw two random people, their gazes would be so terrifying.
"No, no …" Number Five immediately stopped.
Then, the two people got up silently. Number Five saw this and turned to run.
He had just taken two steps when a rock hit his head from behind. He staggered and a burst of evil fire rose. "F * ck, why am I running? Do you think I can't kill the two of you? "
He bent down and picked up the rock. He glared and roared, about to throw it at them.
However, when he turned around, his vision turned black. The two people pounced on him like mad dogs and bit him.
"F * ck!" Number Five screamed. One of them was knocked over by the rock, but the other bit his neck.
Mo Qiong's mind was broadcasting the scene. Master Gou directly said, "The moment he turned around, he would be dead."
As expected, Number Five was bitten to death by the two starving people 17 minutes after he transmigrated.
As a modern person, even though he was much stronger than the two starving people, he still couldn't win.
The starving people drank a few mouthfuls of warm blood and recovered some energy. They then gave up on eating him alive. The two people cooperated and dragged the corpse back to the small forest. They dug soil and collected firewood to make smoked meat.
It was obvious that they were completely rational.
Mo Qiong sighed and contacted Number Four.
"What? He's already dead? " Through the camera, Mo Qiong found Number Four's corpse hanging on the city gate tower. The phone was in the hands of an unfamiliar scholar, who was messing around.
Mo Qiong hurriedly pulled up the recording. Only then did he realize that Number Four was the one who killed himself.
This guy was actually very lucky. He chose Great Ming and didn't encounter any famine. Moreover, he was in a city in the north at the beginning.
According to Number Four's muttering, he had a big golden tooth in his mouth. He wanted to exchange it for some capital after entering the city. He boasted that with his knowledge, he would have no problem living as a small landlord.
However, he didn't expect that his heart would turn cold as soon as he entered the city. This was because he couldn't understand what these ancient people were saying.
"F * ck, doesn't Great Ming speak Yanjing language? Why can't I understand? "
He exchanged a few words with them, but they didn't match.
That was fine. However, he took the initiative to leave the main road and hid in the corners of the streets.
Number Four wanted to secretly pry his golden tooth out. He thought that gold was a hard currency after all.
However, he didn't expect that when he was prying, a group of people followed him into the alley and blocked him. They directly wanted to rob him.
Naturally, Number Four wanted to resist. He boasted that he was good at fighting. A few moves of Sanda made this group of people want to retreat. However, when he saw that this group of people wanted to retreat, he actually got excited. He felt that his wig was in the way and directly took it off, revealing his bald head.
Perhaps he thought that his bald head was especially fierce and could subdue this group of people.
Unexpectedly, the group of people were shocked and angry when they saw this. Their eyes turned red. They shouted a few times and then unceremoniously pulled out their swords and chopped him to death.
Number Four didn't know why until he died. It was because he really couldn't understand what this group of people was saying.
Mo Qiong understood. This group of people were soldiers and were extremely poor. When they saw that he couldn't speak, they thought that he was from the south. They originally wanted to bully outsiders and rob some money. Seeing that he was good at fighting, they wanted to let it go.
In the end, he exposed his bald head. This group of people then called him a barbarian spy and wanted to kill him.
This was a border town. Killing him would not only take revenge, but his head could also be exchanged for money to support the family.
"He's the luckiest. He dug his own grave." Master Gou laughed.
Mo Qiong shook his head and looked at Number Three. This guy was in Byzantium. He was the Russian.
At that time, Ottoman was besieging Constantinople … and he had already fallen into the hands of the heretics … He was taken away as a slave and was transporting supplies.
He looked at Number Two again. This guy was smart. He chose the Japanese island's Tuqi. It didn't matter if he didn't speak the language. With his two-meter height and the fact that he was carrying a big rock, he pretended to be mysterious and scared the locals.
It seemed that the locals still thought that he was a mountain spirit or a ghost. Even if he didn't say a word and just snorted, the locals were still very respectful towards him.
After all, that was a place where even ferocious mountain bandits were treated as ghosts. Number Two was tall and strong. He didn't look like a 'normal person'.
In the end, Mo Qiong's mind connected to Jiang City, which was thrown to the Battle of Cliff Mountain a month before.
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