Mystery Makes Me Strong

Han Xu watched it with his own eyes, the camp was expanding like a balloon.

Just a few months, three months? Or four months, or even just two months?

It has changed from a wooden camp with only a few dozen people to a town with tens of thousands of people.

Houses were built, roads stretched out, and farmland was reclaimed.

People who came from nowhere, poured in here one after another, and disappeared without knowing when.

Maybe one day, I will disappear from here like those who disappeared.

"Snapped!"

Just as the ragged young man was thinking about it, a whip was struck on his back.

"Hurry up and work, if you don't build this road in two days, you can only go to be a star!"

"Haha, star, is it a comet?"

"A bunch of trash, working so slowly!"

Several tall and strong supervisors were wantonly beating a group of coolies who were working hard to dig the ravines and smooth the road.

Han Xu dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. He just stepped up his work, dumped the cart of gravel he was pushing onto the road, and then picked up the shovel to spread them out.

"You, how can you do this? There are so many bulldozers that are not used, why do you want us to do it with our hands?"

A younger man who looked just 18 years old, his face flushed red, but he was indignant.

He also had several whip marks on his back.

"Oh, how dare you talk back? This is what the adults ordered, you have the guts to ask!" A chubby foreman suddenly became furious.

After a few whips, they hit the young man again, and the young man rolled all over the floor.

On his legs, arms, and back, there were bloodstains all over the place.

"Okay, okay, don't beat people to death, there is a limit on the number of deaths, and there are too many deaths, we have to work for them..."

"It can't be beaten to death. These wastes soaked in the honeypot are in good shape, but they have no eyesight. They thought they were in the main world, but there are stars here!" The chubby foreman said indifferently.

However, he still stopped with the whip in his hand, kicked the young man again, and then left cursingly.

Stellaris?

Is that the official name of this place?

Han Xu firmly remembered this, he knew that his family would definitely look for him, and would make great efforts to find him.

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As long as he finds a way to reveal the name of this place, he can hope to leave here.

When he and his friends first got lost here, no one knew what this place was called.

He could have been a member of the management, and it was because he wanted to escape, and tried to escape, that he became a coolie.

This is not heaven, it is hell.

Every day, people are selected to make movies, TV series, anime, novels... It's like a film and television base.

However, few of those people were able to return.

Here, being selected to be a star means that death is not far away. The more famous you are, the more dramas you will receive, and there will always be a director who likes to kill the hero and heroine...

He used to love adventure, and always felt that there was something he wanted hidden somewhere in the wild.

Eight cows couldn't be pulled back, and now he finally regretted it-why would he come out and die if he didn't inherit a good billionaire family property?

Becoming an alien may only be a dream, just like those ordinary employees in the company want to become their son-in-law of the Han family, so as to ascend to the sky, own the company's shares, and reach the pinnacle of life...

Everyone has something they can't achieve and desperately want.

The first emperor was rich in the world, he dominated the world, and he even dreamed of longevity.

After several times of conferring Chan Taishan, I still found nothing in the end.

In his era, the total amount of xenogeneic species was only tens of thousands of pieces compared to the present; but human productivity was too low, and the total number collected was too small, and people who have become xenogeneic people absolutely do not want a powerful emperor to become them. one of the.

Because that means imprisonment.

"Even if he is a former emperor, he may not be able to become a xenogeneic person. It's time to wake up from the dream." Han Xu muttered in a low voice.

At this moment, an old man who was also in rags and was pushing a wheelbarrow next to him just smiled when he heard this.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?" Han Xu asked.

"I laugh at you, you still have little knowledge. I used to be the emperor, and then gave up the throne and became an alien, and I have lived until now." The old man shook his head.

"Just you?" Han Xu couldn't help laughing.

He looked at the old man carefully, and saw that the other party was rather thin, about 1.6 meters tall, with a square face and a **** mole on the corner of his mouth, the most obvious one.

"You don't believe it?" The old man with moles said with a smile.

"If you were an alien, could you still be locked here and work hard with me?"

"I received a mission, and this is not my deity." The old man with black mole glanced around and said in a low voice.

"It's kind of like... I know what you do, but I won't say it." Han Xu sneered.

When he thinks about it, this old man with black mole must be a **** who penetrates into the coolies and checks the dynamics of the coolies.

The older you get, the more afraid of death, the old liar is talking about this kind of person.

The other party will deliberately lure others to escape, and then catch the most unstable person in order to kill the chicken and set an example.

Of course, the coolies do not have a stable one, except for those guys from Nanzhu.

That counts as human?

It's just livestock.

The two soon stopped talking, for the overseer's whip struck again.

After working all morning, fortunately, the food is still enough, the white rice is full, and there is even a large bowl of pork ribs broth, and a half bowl of kimchi.

Of course, the ribs were all picked out by the overseers.

This is probably the reason why those Nanzhu people are satisfied.

But to Han Xu, it was no different from pig food, and it was far worse than his dog's food.

It was just a tired morning, but he still ate three bowls of rice, took out a large bowl of soup, and ate all the kimchi that he usually dismissed.

Take a two-hour break at noon.

Judging from the time for meals and rest, it is known that the overseers do not use their coolies to death.

Han Xu found a tree and sat down on the sunny side to bask in the sun. The temperature is still a little low now.

The ragged clothes on his body could not block the cold.

At this moment, the old black mole leaned beside him and poked him.

"What are you doing? Don't lie to me, it bothers you the most unskilled liars." Han Xu leaned to the side.

"Kid, that is now, four hundred years ago, you are disrespectful, you will be beheaded..." The old man with moles smiled.

"Cut, it was the Daxing Empire four hundred years ago. Which emperor are you? What is the era name, and when did you step down?" Han Xu said contemptuously.

He is very interested in history, after all, he can find a lot of stories about xenomorphs and the process of their generation from history.

So he was confident that if this old man was just a boy of two or five who was temporarily pulled to lure coolies, he would definitely not know this knowledge.

Not to mention the events of 400 years ago, even the major events of ten years ago, how many ordinary people will remember the specific time?

"Three generations of emperors of Daxing, Emperor Yuanfeng, the sage ancestor, ascended the throne for fifteen years, reigned for forty-five years, and abdicated." The old man with moles said lightly.

He looked into the distance, as if caught in distant memories.

Han Xu was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old man carefully again.

He finally found that in the eyes of the other party, in his posture, there was a momentum and confidence that far surpassed that of his father and Chairman Han...

Uh, can't be true, can it?

The time and year that the other party said were exactly the same.

However, a clever liar can also do this, after all, he is only mortal to the naked eye.

"Then do you know what seemingly inconspicuous but very important achievements this Emperor Yuanfeng has?" Han Xu decided to continue to test.

He will not be deceived by the other party's few empty words.

"His most important achievement is to create a yamen of Dengxiansi, to hand over his world to others~www.wuxiamtl.com~ being scolded by descendants for a lifetime, the prosperity of Daxing, the prosperity of Yuanfeng, the death of Daxing, the death of Yuan Feng." The old man said calmly.

"Hahaha, you are indeed a liar. Who doesn't know the most inconspicuous achievement of Emperor Yuanfeng, but the most important achievement is actually disregarding the opposition of the courtiers, changing the land strategy, spending a lot of effort, capturing and immigrating to the Liujia Gorge in the South China Sea, From now on, we will master the key points of East-West exchanges, promote East-West exchanges, and make Dongzhou rise again." Han Xu sneered.

The old man with black mole was dumbfounded, and then looked at the young man.

He nodded slightly: "You have some truth in what you said. It was because of that incident that he was recognized and believed that he could surpass his own class, not be bound by the ideas of the emperor's family, and then be accepted into the world of aliens. ."

"Hum, that's a good point. I understand, you must be a star who plays the emperor. It is estimated that you did something wrong on the set, so you became a coolie. But this may not be a good thing, after all, everyone knows, Going to the studio is courting death; doing coolies is just waiting for death." Han Xu laughed.

He felt that he was really stupid to have said so much to the other party.

It seems that this hard work is still not heavy enough.