Feng Huan, who was released from prison, felt aggrieved.

I am a seventy-year-old man, but I just want to stay in prison for a few years.

Who wants to resurrect the Kingdom's revised Prison Incarceration Act, which requires prisoners to participate in high-intensity carpentry, sewing, weaving and vegetable gardening work? Feng Huan's old arms and legs suddenly couldn't bear it.

After he was released from prison this time, he knew that the path of providing retirement care in prison was no longer feasible.

The old man sighed and looked up at the pale sun in the sky.

Since the advent of the extraterrestrial disaster, the world has become cold and gray, food is decreasing, heating fuel consumption is increasing, and everyone is panicking.

The situation in the popular world where Feng Huan is located is particularly serious.

It is a world without production and extremely dependent on the import of various resources.

In the Twin Snake Merchant Republic next door, money dominates everything. Because agriculture, forestry, and mining are not very profitable, they are not very willing to invest in these fields. However, the popular world has no such things at all.

The Fengxing World is a place chosen by gods. Elite criminals selected by gods or apostles are sent here to undergo trials locally.

There are trial towers there. If you can break through the spell blockade, various traps and guard monsters in the tower, you can obtain rich resources - including food, omnipotent stones, various equipment and props, etc.

On the other hand, the gods have also prepared a path for those who are not experts in combat.

Whether you are good at stealing, cheating, eloquence, imitation, assassination, poisoning, or bewitchment, you can participate in the skill assessment. If you pass the level assessment, you can receive one year's survival resources from a specific tower.

The resources in the popular world are granted by the gods and can only be obtained through violent levels and skill assessments.

This place is sealed by the gods, and in order to obtain permission to leave, one must pass an extremely difficult exit test.

The locals call themselves "talented people".

Feng Huan was also very successful in the popular world when he was young. He participated in the team's trip to the tower and maintained sufficient competitiveness in the skill assessment.

However, after decades of living this carefree life of being wary of each other and stabbing each other, he felt that he was really tired of it.

At the age of seventy, the magician Feng Huan finally passed the exit test and was able to leave the popular world.

After he came to the Resurrection Kingdom, he had not lived a normal retirement life for two days when a natural disaster struck. The sun disappeared, the darkness was overwhelming, hurricanes formed by dust storms ravaged the earth, and meteorites fell from the sky from time to time.

There are countless sharp iron sands in the dust storm. When rolled at high speed, it looks like thousands of sharp knives waving at high speed, like an invisible ghost army galloping across the earth.

Meteorites are easy to identify. No matter whether it is day or night, you can see the long tail of flames falling from the sky. But meteorites will turn into many fragments in mid-air, and these fragments will silently rush to the ground at high speed. If you are not lucky,

Well, if you are hit, you will either die or be disabled.

People are wearing bone helmets and minimizing activities outside the house. At the same time, the roof of the house is further reinforced and the basement is dug out to obtain more safety protection.

There was a large influx of outsiders from places such as the Twin Snakes Kingdom and the Mystic Kingdom, and those without fixed residences were arranged into temporary shacks. As more people increased, these temporary residences became narrow, stuffy, and extremely noisy.

Feng Huan felt depressed.

Old man, I finally broke out and prepared to change my mind and make a living by my skills as a magician, but in the end I encountered such an unlucky thing. In this environment, no one watches magic tricks at all.

So he found another way.

Feng Huan broke into a private house and was arrested and imprisoned by detectives from the public security station. According to the relevant laws of the Resurrection Kingdom, burglars will be fined and imprisoned for one to five years, and they will also receive relevant education.

The prison is much more comfortable than the shack!

However, not long after Feng Huan was imprisoned, he encountered a major reform-through-labor system, in which all criminals regardless of age must participate and obey orders.

He was in agony.

If I can honestly weave, sew, do carpentry and knitting, can I go into the fashion industry?

After Feng Huan came out with a sore back, he knew that his strategy of going to jail was no longer available. So he began to search for a suitable target person.

Soon, he found a young man.

Cheke, [Anvil Federation] is a short-bearded person, 24 years old, single, with a mustache, and golden hair. He dreams of becoming a legendary dwarf like [The Man of the Blast Furnace]. He is a barber on the surface, but his true identity is a dwarf leader.

descendants.

He meets the characteristics of young people that Feng Huan needs: curious, not afraid of spending money, ideal and wants to prove himself.

Cheke trimmed the hair of poor refugees for free.

Young Master, helping the weak can make him feel noble and satisfied.

Feng Huan was sitting on a chair, her messy hair being cut by Cheke's big scissors.

"Young man, I have been observing you for several days."

Feng Huan said slowly: "You have a compassionate heart and a noble and humble soul. You let me see the shadow of those heroic epics passed down in the past. I am old, but I can see such a young person like you.

People are really gratifying and happy.”

"If you don't mind, I'll teach you a little trick."

The sound of scissors overhead suddenly stopped.

The young dwarf said: "Are you trying to cheat me out of money?"

The old man smiled: "My name is Feng Huan, and I come from the popular world. You can ask others about who I am."

Feng Huan is not afraid of getting to the bottom of things.

So far, everyone who partnered with Feng Huan has died.

Some people are prepared to kill each other from the beginning, some die in the brutal death battle in the trial tower, and some become the prey of others after getting old. Death is the norm.

Feng Huan learned the spirit of Fengxing from the older generation. He comes and goes like the wind, and his actions are precise. When he is not sure whether the other party is planning to kill him, he assumes that the other party will take action... so he strikes first to gain advantage.

When he was young, Feng Huan was different from now. He could always poke knives, poison, and set up magic traps with a smile to ensure that his teammates could stay in the trial tower forever.

As I get older, things slowly change.

In fact, to be precise, it has nothing to do with age.

Feng Huan also relies on cheating each other in the popular world to live a relatively comfortable and unrestrained life. Most elderly people in the popular world have this experience.

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Feng Huan said calmly: "This is the basis."

"For example, look, has my hair grown?"

"How can this be……"

Cheke said casually, and when he glanced at it, the smile on his face suddenly froze. Feng Huan's messy gray hair, which had been cut off, was now draped on his shoulders.

"How did you do this? I obviously cut it off with scissors." The dwarf looked at the cross scissors in his hand, and then looked at the ground - the old man's gray hair that had been cut off was gone.

"Like I just said, it's just a little trick, misleading."

A wrinkled smile appeared on the old magician's face: "Why is this? Because your focus now is on me, not my hair, so I can easily do some tricks on them. It's very simple, but very useful.

.”

"..."

The dwarf young man suddenly realized something and his eyes sharpened: "I know, it's a wig. You are wearing a wig."

Then he tore Feng Huan's hair hard, causing the old man to grin with a headache.

"Stop, stop..."

"It's actually real hair!"

The dwarf was shocked.

Then, he carefully looked at the old man's hair from side to side, lifted it up to examine the scalp underneath, and tapped his skull with his fingers, making Feng Huan's face twitch.

This brat from a rich family!

"I admit, you did hide your trick from me."

The dwarf young man touched his beard: "But what's the use of this kind of trick? Isn't the popular world very cruel? If you perform tricks on other people, will they give you money?"

"..."

Feng Huan tried hard to maintain a polite smile.

Don't be angry, don't be angry...if it were fifty years ago, your boy's body would be hard by now!

At this time, there was a sound of horns in the street.

The skeleton knights blew their horns all the way and shouted: "It's dark, be careful to avoid it!"

People on the street immediately fled in all directions, skillfully and quickly looking for bunkers and caves to hide.

The dwarf Chek invited Feng Huan to his underground shelter.

It's said to be a shelter, but it's more like an underground castle.

There is a spherical bunker reinforced with metal and bones on the ground, and a magnificent five-story underground building underground. Each floor has houses, corridors, pools and gardens, and even prayers dedicated to the statues of Yao gods.

square.

"Master."

The dwarf said: "It's not easy for you as a magician in the popular world. You're a lot older now. I even pulled your hair out just now... As an apology, you can live here first. All the food and drink are mine. But you

I’m actually not interested in tricks, I’m not interested in fake things.”
To be continued...