Song Zhe took the genetic medicine without hesitation. Perhaps he had no need to be afraid at all. Even if he faced the unknown, his life was nothing more miserable than his reality.

The warm feeling made him realize what warmth is for the first time in his life, but the time lasted too short. This feeling made him nostalgic. Perhaps this feeling was like this when he had family or was still in his mother's body?

Song Zhe suddenly wanted to cry, okay, he also forgot when he cried last time, because this society does not believe in tears.

After adjusting his mood, he picked up the wooden stick beside his pillow, which was the guy he relied on to survive.

"No, how can I see clearly in the dark?"

Song Zhe said in confusion.

"Is it because of the potion just now? I don't know if the effect of the things inside are so magical, but this outer glass shell should be exchanged for some silver."

"Bang!"

Song Zhe stared blankly at the broken wooden stick in his hand. He seemed to have just held it gently. Has it really become a huge and infinite competent one?

He held the broken stick in his hand and tried it. The originally solid stick turned into pieces of wood in his hand and fell down one after another. It was not until this time that he believed that the things given by the gods were real. So the power of Jiancheng and Jianguo development in his mind were also real?

It was not until this time that Song Zhe began to get excited slowly. He looked at the group of sleeping friends nearby. He knew that he should plan for the future. Perhaps this group of people would be his first helper.

However, he did not wake them up immediately, but threw away the wooden stick that was broken into two pieces and walked out of the thatched hut. The red-haired guard not far away discovered his existence immediately, and the black muzzle of the weapon in his hand immediately pointed at him.

Song Zhe wanted to try his strength and no longer please him immediately as before, but rushed towards the other party. Well, he was not used to his speed and rushed over immediately. It seemed that he had arrived next to the camp in just a moment, which forced him to turn around and go back.

"Ba, bha!"

The disorderly gunfire sounded, and then the frightened red-haired Japanese screamed. The abnormal situation made the camp suddenly bright and the fires. No matter how the slave screamed, it would not attract the attention of the red-haired, but the screams of his companions would definitely attract attention.

"Click!"

Song Zhe, who chose the target and did not change, did not give the other party a second scream. He directly twisted the other party's neck and watched the other party's soft fall down and spitting blood, he looked at his hands in disbelief.

However, this is not the time for self-appreciation. A large number of red hairs have surrounded him, and the gunshots are loud, and Song Zhe has to avoid it. He doesn't know if he can withstand the impact of this weapon. It's better to hide if he is safer.

However, while hiding, he quickly approached the red hair at his elusive speed, and without exception, twisted the other party's neck. He suddenly realized that he liked this feeling.

"Haha, only those who want you to do evil on this continent should become slaves and those who want to get whipped."

Such a lively scene finally woke up the tired slaves for a day. They just watched Song Zhe show his might and killed one red-haired man after another. Everyone knew this cunning boy. If they didn't admit it wrong, it was him, but what he did so at the moment was too unbelievable.

The red-haired watched in horror as his companions decreased one after another, and he didn't know where to put the guns. He did not hit Song Zhe who was moving around and dodging, but instead, several slaves watching the fun were hit, which made them so excited that they had to find a place to hide.

Song Zhe, no matter what the situation around him, became more and more excited as he killed him. He lived in the shadow of the red-haired Japanese devils since childhood. It was not so easy to end when he released him. It was not until a hundred and ten red-haired Japanese devils all lay softly on the ground and remained motionless.

After scanning around, he finally had time to look at his hands. It was these hands that were no different from usual that killed the group of executioners with countless blood on their hands.

The slaves who walked out of their hiding place also looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. Even without the muskets, the tall and mighty red-haired Japanese were not something they could deal with.

They repeatedly confirmed that the person standing in the pile of red-haired corpses was the usual slick boy, so they walked forward carefully.

"Xiaozhe?"

"Uncle Zhang, it's me!" Song Zhe raised his head and looked at the uncle who was asking about it.

"When did you become so powerful?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhang touched Song Zhe's hands in disbelief and asked again.

"Uncle Zhang, do you believe what I said?"

"Although you are a little slick, that's just to survive. What can we not believe?"

"I saw the gods, and he gave me this amazing figure. He also gave me a magical tool that could help us build cities, build countries, build troops, drive the Red-haired Japanese out of the Northern Continent. Perhaps it won't take long for us to attack their southern continent and treat them as permanent slaves."

"real?"

"real?"

The slaves around him asked, "There are enough days for them to lose their lives at any time." Although no one has seen the existence of gods, this is their only hope for escaping from heaven. And even if there are no gods, Song Zhe's ability is at least able to make them live longer. Let's believe it.

"Really, now we need to escape. Not far away, the Cangyuan Mountains, the vast mountains are the best address we can escape the early stages of development."

"Xiaozhe, you have to know that we are all people struggling on the line of life and death, and do not care about our own lives, but it is better to live without a single life. Uncle, as long as you remember one sentence, don't lead these hardships on the road to death, can you do it?" The middle-aged man surnamed Zhang may not believe in the words of the gods, but he still said earnestly.

"Uncle, I promise that you will live a good life in the future and will become as powerful as me. Now we need to escape and find a place to place the artifacts given to me by the gods, and then you will understand."

At least Song Zhe is a strong man at present, and the weak will naturally rely on him. No one has any objection. After packing up all the supplies that could be taken away in the camp, plus some gold mines they mined, the crowd walked towards the vast mountains in the distance.

"This is a gold mine-intensive area, and there are many mines nearby. In the past, Laizhou was famous for its wealth. That was decades ago. Alas! Xiaozhe, if you can, you can rescue all the slaves around you. Didn't you say you want to build a country and an army? This always requires manpower."

"good!"

The first colonial inheritor chosen by Yun Yi has gained a foothold on this planet that is unknown. A few days later, he and tens of thousands of slaves built their first city in the vast valleys.

The name of the city is also very deified. At least the people have believed that gods have descended, so the name of the city is "Shen Lin".
Chapter completed!