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Shen Qinghan watched the various live stream screens inside the office for a while and then said:

"Isn’t this a bit slow?"

"I see many streaming channels haven’t triggered the plot."

"This isn’t attractive enough, is it?"

Just as Shen Qinghan had ntioned, those who chose the General were busy commanding troops for an upcoming battle, while those who chose the refugees were wandering aimlessly. How could this attract an audience?

Zhao Ming said with a smile:

"No rush."

"The main purpose is to let them get familiar with the ga chanics, and once familiar, they’ll have options to skip plots."

"These strears have been randomly placed in different dynasties and different quests."

"They’ve been carefully selected by the Voyagers’ supercalculation, and not all plots are slow-paced."

"In Fang Ming and Yu Feng’s channels, the plot is about to start."

"It will absolutely bring an unprecedented shock to Blue Star."

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Shen Qinghan was a bit surprised:

"That confident?"

Shen Qinghan searched and clicked into Yu Feng’s stream channel.

Zhao Ming just smiled without saying a word.

In the absence of war, Blue Star lacks history; projecting the ancient history of Huaxia, with the integrity of historical figures who beca legends, will definitely bring a different kind of shock.

At this mont.

Inside Yu Feng’s live stream.

He and Fang Ming started as a team. He chose to be a guardsman, while Fang Ming, prompted by the viewers, chose to be a stable hand, and they split up after the start.

They can only communicate within the Sky Shark Live Platform room.

Fang Ming is still feeding horses, while Yu Feng... with a solemn expression, places his hand on the sword at his waist, cautiously observing his surroundings.

He’s guarding a house.

There are also guards at the other three corners.

Sounds of shouting and killing faintly echoed everywhere, creating a bit of chaos.

Yu Feng tried to maintain a serious deanor.

After all, in ancient tis there were no firearms, so when the fight really starts, his hand-to-hand combat... he could only manage.

Just then.

A sudden loud shout erupted from behind in the room:

"How dare you!"

"Change it back!!!"

The furious voice of a man ca from inside, causing a jolt in Yu Feng, and the Blue Star viewers in the live stream also jumped in fright, then mischievously encouraged Yu Feng to sneak a peek.

Yu Feng, daring enough, figured it must be a plot trigger anyway.

Seeing that the guards at the other two corners were preoccupied, he stealthily approached the window and peered through a gap to observe what was happening inside.

Through Yu Feng’s perspective, the Blue Star viewers could see too.

Inside the house.

A man dressed in dark attire, with a cold expression, held a bronze sword to the throat of a white-bearded old man seated on a mat, and spoke harshly:

"Write! Died of disease!"

The white-haired elder, seated straight, picked up the broken bamboo slip and set it aside.

Then, under the cold gaze of the man, he took a fresh bamboo slip, raised his brush, wrote a few words, and placed it down.

The cold-voiced man snorted, then leaned over to pick it up and read:

"On the day of May in the sumr, Cui Zhu murdered his ruler."

Upon reading this, he flew into a rage, snapped the bamboo slip, and threw it to the ground:

"Did you not hear tell you to change it?!"

The sword’s edge pressed closer to the elder’s neck, carving a deep slash.

The white-haired elder cast a glance at Cui Zhu, his expression unchanged, his voice firm:

"A historian writes the facts without altering a word."

Bang!

Cui Zhu kicked the white-haired elder down in fury, shouting in anger:

"Write! Died of disease!"

The white-haired elder rely glanced at Cui Zhu, then turned his head away. Cui Zhu’s chest heaved, showing signs of imnse agitation:

"I told you to write!!!"

A thrust.

The sword in his hand stabbed directly into the elder’s chest, one blow after another until the elder fell into a pool of blood, the crimson liquid soaking the scattered bamboo slips around.

"Let’s see who dares to write now!!!"

Cui Zhu panted heavily, his voice frenzied.

At this mont.

A middle-aged man’s voice suddenly ca from the doorway:

"I will!"

The guards there attempted to block him but were stopped by Cui Zhu with a raised hand, who then asked coldly:

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man showed no fear:

"Third brother, I’m the historian’s uncle."

Cui Zhu’s eyes twitched.

He watched Tai Shu, who walked over slowly and kneeled beside the elderly figure in the pool of blood, then took up the brush to write on a bamboo slip.

Cui Zhu walked over, his expression dark as water, and swung his treasured sword, slashing the bamboo slip from Tai Shu’s hand:

"Your brother doesn’t recognize the tis? Aren’t you afraid of death too?!"

Tai Shu looked up at Cui Zhu and then slowly drew another bamboo slip, picked up the brush, and continued to write.

Until he finished.

Tai Shu picked up the jade seal the white-haired elder had left and pressed it onto the bamboo slip:

"The historian’s duty is to record facts and clarify right from wrong. Pri Minister Cui murdered the king, known across the land."

Having spoken.

He placed the bamboo slip on the table and closed his eyes, awaiting death.

Seeing this, Cui Zhu, furious, raised his sword high and swung it forward. The gleam of the sword flashed, and Tai Shu’s throat spurted blood onto the bamboo slip as he slowly fell.

Blood likewise splattered over Cui Zhu, whose face, covered in blood, bore a ghastly snarl:

"Now we’ll see whether your pen or my sword is mightier!"

At this mont.

Hidden in the corner outside the house, Yu Feng and the Blue Star viewers, who had seen all this, were now stunned.

No?

Why on earth is this happening?

Why not just write as he said?

Just a few words, two lives lost because of them, is this madness?

Did these ancient Huaxia people not know how to adapt?

For the first ti, the integrity of Huaxia’s historical figures appeared directly on Blue Star, impacting every Blue Star viewer watching the video.

Blue Star, with its limited history following reconstruction, did not understand what integrity ant, nor did they comprehend why the historian brothers acted as they did, but they found themselves inexplicably shocked.

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