[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-206":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290504,4478,"Chapter 206: If You Want to Leave, Go Ahead","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>Eat when you’re hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen suddenly said this, then fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortune-teller lacked the skill to perceive spiritual sounds and couldn’t hear the Judge’s Pen, but he sensed a slight shift in the room’s atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dewdrops seemed to have formed on the speaker’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t eat it, can’t eat it,” the phonograph murmured, “we still need this old thing to lead the Master outside the city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife dismissed the thought immediately—she didn’t need this meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Banfeng didn’t: “Wife, eat him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, we can’t eat him yet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat him now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we eat him now, how will you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at the phonograph: “Don’t you listen to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph pondered a moment, then mist rose from its speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortune-teller gasped in horror: “What are you doing? Young man, don’t you want to leave? Do you want to be trapped in this city for life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can get you out—I know the way. Let me take you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng kicked the fortune-teller, sending him stumbling forward, right up to the phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whirlwind erupted from the large speaker; the fortune-teller’s soul was swallowed by the wife. No intact corpse remained—only scattered chunks of bloody flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at Honglian: “Eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honglian glanced at the bloody flesh on the ground but didn’t bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She refused to consume mundane matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a cultivator’s corpse isn’t mundane matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aren’t these flesh fragments part of the fortune-teller?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what use are they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to disguise him, make him look more human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng could see he was a ghost because Li Banfeng possessed the Golden Eye’s Keen Sight technique; ordinary people entering Fool’s City would see him as just another ordinary person, utterly unaware he was a dead soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set aside the flesh’s purpose for now—first, consider its origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these flesh fragments aren’t part of the fortune-teller, they weren’t generated by him either—they were brought here from somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, a chill crept down Li Banfeng’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inn’s people had been chasing Li Banfeng; the fortune-teller had been following him too. Their goal must have been his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Li Banfeng hadn’t had the habit of residing in the Portable Dwelling, he’d have been dead in the inn—the innkeeper was a fourth-layer Fool Cultivator, far more dangerous than this fortune-teller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are many Fool Cultivators in the city—why haven’t they attacked me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The peddler of ointments, the onlookers, the woman who gave me directions…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That woman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t give me directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told me to go inside and drink water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’d entered her house, wouldn’t she have struck then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like entering the inn meant entering the innkeeper’s house—he could kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others couldn’t kill me because I never entered their houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the rule of Fool’s City?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did the fortune-teller want to kill me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I enter his house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abandoned mansion was his house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fortune-teller was truly devious—he tricked me right into his house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng hugged the phonograph and kissed its large speaker: “Wife, I’ve figured it all out. Don’t you think I’ve become smarter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had Li Banfeng become clearer-headed, but the wife had too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh Master, did I too fall under his technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Portable Dwelling, silence. After a few seconds, the wife roared, smoke pouring from all three speakers: “A second-layer cultivator made Old Lady fall under his technique? What kind of logic is this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honglian didn’t mock the phonograph—just moments ago, even her thoughts had been muddled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fool Cultivators’ techniques were too powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, pondering long, then devised a simple, brutal plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, I’ll push out the other phonograph, play music, and lure the dead souls into the room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once one comes in, I’ll lock the door and hand him over to you for interrogation—until you learn the way out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, it’s easy to get answers, but hard to tell truth from lies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to distinguish. I’ll capture another, and you interrogate him again. If their testimonies match, they’re telling the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife spat a puff of steam: “That’s a decent plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng dragged the wind-up phonograph out of the third room and was about to leave when Mengde said: “Master, it’s time to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep? Are you trying to trap me in a dream again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mengde blushed shyly: “I contributed in that battle just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng snapped: “What did you contribute? You yelled ‘cruel bastard’ and got me trapped—do you call that contributing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mengde hung his head, deeply aggrieved: “It was an unintentional mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng’s fury, the phonograph interjected: “Master, eat something, rest tonight—you’re exhausted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng ate two canned meals and fell asleep on the bed to Mengde’s melodious singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph addressed the calendar: “Tomorrow we fight again—don’t let him have nightmares! You didn’t fight well today, so I won’t punish you—but next time, no mercy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mengde bowed quickly: “Thank you, Madam, for your mercy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen snorted: “Still too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph blasted a jet of steam, scorching the Judge’s Pen red: “What’s too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burn hurt, but the Judge’s Pen didn’t move—it stayed right where it lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Li Banfeng arrived at Tieyang Mountain. Rong Yeguang, the big gourd, was gone—only Lu Xiaolan remained guarding the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng used the Portable Dwelling to sneak into the stronghold, killed Lu Xiaolan, stole one hundred thousand silver dollars, then burned the entire stronghold to the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hohohoho!” Li Banfeng stood in the center of the stronghold, laughing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Li Banfeng woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a good dream—and it ended so soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t recall most of it, but he knew it had been a good dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng’s fierce gaze, Mengde trembled violently inside the calendar: “Master, you laughed yourself awake—this isn’t my fault! Madam, say something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had no interest in punishing Mengde—he needed to go out and capture dead souls. The phonograph called out to him: “Master, ask the Judge’s Pen—he might know a way to counter the Fool Cultivators.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he possibly know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did speak yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the Judge’s Pen and asked sincerely: “Brother Pen, if you know how to leave this city, tell me—you don’t want to be trapped here either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen lingered, showing intent to speak—but simply too lazy to do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably couldn’t explain it in a sentence or two; Li Banfeng switched tactics: “First, tell me—is my plan any good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too much,” the Judge’s Pen said, only two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t get angry—he seriously pondered the meaning of those two words: “Do you mean I think too much, or do too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Both.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone ruthless is watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have a simpler way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah,” the Judge’s Pen sighed, waited over two minutes, then spoke four words: “The fool’s thousand thoughts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng knew this idiom: The fool’s thousand thoughts, one must be right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But according to you, I still think too little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen exhaled a deep, helpless breath, waited two minutes, then spoke four more words: “Worrying over gain and loss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fool’s thousand thoughts, worrying over gain and loss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of idiom is that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Pen, I don’t understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen sighed, “If you want to leave the city, then go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t get out! If I could, would I be wasting this effort?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind-up phonograph grew impatient: “Master, it’s this servant’s fault—don’t ask him anymore. Let’s get on with what matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Banfeng pushed the wind-up phonograph to the door, the Judge’s Pen suddenly said, “You fool, give me back my capital!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said so much at once that Li Banfeng couldn’t process it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What capital?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dammit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the Hundred Vines Valley, the Judge’s Pen had moved Qiuxiang the Elephant—over two miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always been too lazy to ask for payment, but now he suddenly spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d done a great deal of work back then; if he calculated the cost, Li Banfeng would have to be lazy for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should I do now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Pen, let’s discuss this—once I get out of Fool’s City, I’ll…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stopped mid-sentence, too lazy to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen had already reclaimed his capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at his bed—he really wanted to lie down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can lie down, don’t sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, I can’t lie down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once I lie down, I might not get up for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was still outside; yesterday, after fighting the fortune-teller, Li Banfeng had carelessly tossed it into the abandoned mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving it there forever wasn’t an option. Fool Cultivators were so deceitful—if he had accomplices, they might just pick it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to go out and check—at least I need to move the keys to another place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That damn Judge’s Pen had to demand his capital today—I damn well…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, too lazy to scold him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, glancing back at the wind-up phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Push it out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why push it? It’s so heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng walked out empty-handed, too lazy to take any magic treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, Li Banfeng picked up the key and immediately wanted to go back and lie down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, I must find a place for the key first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there a good spot in this mansion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since I need to guard against the fortune-teller’s accomplices, I can’t hide the key inside the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should go out and look—maybe there’s a good spot outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, Li Banfeng looked around. The abandoned mansion’s surroundings were vast and empty—no good place to hide the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do I keep thinking about hiding the key?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t my goal to leave the city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This road is wide enough—walk forward, maybe I’ll just get out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of luck is that? I’ve walked two days and still can’t get out—do I really think random wandering will work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, I’ll just go back and lie down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back at the abandoned mansion behind him, hesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve already come out—I’m too lazy to go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I don’t go back, should I keep walking outward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s tiring too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not just lie down right here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng’s will was still strong—he resisted the urge to lie down and sleep, walking straight down the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must leave the city!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking a while, the alley turned a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To leave the city, I should walk straight—should I climb over the wall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, climbing walls is too tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little detour doesn’t matter—I’ll just follow this road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trudged forward in a daze, focused only on fighting his laziness, thinking of nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed the alley and reached the main street, where an old woman asked, “Child, are you lost? Come have a bowl of water with Grandma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to trick me into drinking water again? Any new tricks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng walked on in silence—he was too lazy to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, he saw the peddler of ointments again: “This is my ancestral secret formula—one application and it works! Friend, you’ve used my ointment before—tell me, does it work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, say something! If it doesn’t work, I’ll pay you ten thousand—let’s go to my house right now and get the money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your medicine is bullshit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go to your house for the money—then you’ll kill me once I step inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think I’m that stupid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, a magician held a white sheet of paper, rubbed it between his hands, and it turned into a pigeon that fluttered away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician called out to Li Banfeng: “I’ve got two tricks—friend, want to learn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two coins for the lesson—just for fun. If you don’t want to learn, just clap—give me some applause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t even look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, a man dressed as a physician, carrying a medicine chest, approached: “Friend, you have a mole on your face—it brings misfortune to your parents. I’ll remove it for one copper coin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was too lazy to even curse him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t even know who my parents are—why are you telling me this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead was a breakfast vendor—he seemed to recognize me. Should I detour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen me? Seen me. Detouring is too much effort—I won’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead is Youlai Inn—should I detour now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No detour!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s because I kept wandering aimlessly that I couldn’t find the city gate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I refuse to believe those people in the inn have been watching me this whole time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they have been watching me, I’m not afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I can fight, I fight. If I can’t, I run. Why detour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked like this for over two hours, then looked up—and found himself at the city gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought of nothing—and I’m out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is too…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, it’s nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was too lazy to feel happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to sprint away immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hesitating for a while, he gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll walk slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My wife said there’s only one Dao sect capable of restraining Fool Cultivators—but it’s powerless to fight them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this sect the Lazy Cultivators?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does “powerless to fight” mean literally?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because Lazy Cultivators can’t fight—but because they’re too lazy to fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that really true?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was too lazy to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking over ten miles, a middle-aged man stood ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t bother looking at him, yet he felt the man was familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Tiecheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This son of a bitch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was heading to Tietyang Mountain, but he led me to Fool’s City!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside the city, you took me to a shady inn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I suffered this disaster because of you, and yet you dare wait here for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Li Banfeng glared at Sun Tiecheng, then continued on his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m too lazy to argue with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Tiecheng still looked as simple and honest as ever; he called out to Li Banfeng: “Sir, could you come over for a word?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Li Banfeng didn’t feel like speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Qi, you’ve passed my test.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knows my name is Li Qi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What test is he talking about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t bother to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Qi, don’t leave so fast—I’ve got something good for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t want it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Qi, stop!” Sun Tiecheng somehow produced a bed and placed it right in front of Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is downright vicious!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think I’ll fall for your trick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling for a moment, Li Banfeng lay down on the bed and yawned: “Speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: If you’re hungry, eat. If you’re tired, sleep. If you’re worn out, rest. If you want to leave the city, just walk out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lazy Cultivator is this pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2500,"2026-06-20T03:43:16.386Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","767754bbd89a3d38dd730d4e4f96b8454188a9f64099ec7206be8ad57791edb5","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-207","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-205",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]