After the alien lord finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and glanced at everyone with a fierce gaze. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the waiting smugglers heard this, they all nodded slightly, and none of them asked questions.

Looking at the domineering and domineering of the alien lord, it is estimated that even if you ask a reasonable question at this time, I am afraid that he will be regarded as a provocate.

Because it is not pleasing to the eye, the disqualification of participation has not happened once or twice, and the smugglers who have already inquired clearly, where would they make such low-level mistakes!

Therefore, no matter how harsh the conditions are, the smugglers have to agree to it, otherwise once they annoy these monks and are collectively blocked by them, they will definitely regret it!

Of course, according to Tang Zhen's guess, this kind of rules and rumors are probably deliberately done by those monk teams, the purpose is to make the stowaways accustomed to obedience from the beginning.

Now it seems that the results are quite good!

Although those monk teams often compete openly and secretly, they rarely maintain an excellent tacit understanding in matters of protecting their own interests externally, and many things are advancing and retreating together.

In fact, only in this way can they ensure that the monopoly of interests can be enforced smoothly by formulating harsh rules that are beneficial to themselves.

If someone dares to confront and challenge, these aliens will not hesitate to draw their swords and kill people, and they will not die!

There were indeed monks who thought of themselves very high and wanted to break this situation, and even wanted to share the profits from it, but as a result, their bones had been crushed to the bottom of the corpse throwing hole, and they had long since decayed!

Over time, this situation has been maintained, and no one dares to question and challenge it anymore.

In fact, this is a non-negotiable matter, and if you are dissatisfied, you can withdraw from it, and you can be assured that no one will keep you.

Of course, the premise is that you have to be confident that you can cross the mountains and dangerous terrain, otherwise you have to learn to keep your mouth shut.

At this moment, the alien lord was already carrying a leather bag and collecting the brain beads from the hands of these stowaways, fifty thousand cents each.

Everyone obediently took out their brains from their pockets and handed them over, and then received a sign made of dark red monster forehead bones from the hands of the alien lord.

This domino has the "mountain" shape on it, it should be a token of this monk team, according to the alien lord, as long as this domino is worn, before setting off into the mountain range, no one will dare to trouble them again.

For the rest of the day, everyone needs to prepare food, water, and emergency medicines, and then wait until tomorrow morning to set off.

When the alien lord had left, the crowd dispersed and began to wander around the bazaar.

Tang Zhen also began to purchase the items needed along the way, whether to use them or not is one thing, but at least they have to pretend.

In the past, when choosing food, monks would basically buy a kind of brick cake made of miscellaneous grains and dried meat, which was strong and resistant to hunger, and if stored properly, it would not spoil even if it was left for several years.

It's just that this kind of food has a faint earthy smell, and when eaten dry, it is extremely hard, and it is really not a good food.

However, the current situation is special, and the smugglers do not have many choices, even if they don't want to eat, they have to buy a few pieces for spare.

In addition to a sufficient amount of food, drugs to heal wounds and remove poisons, treat diarrhea and repel worms are also essential, otherwise you may risk putting your life into it because of this small negligence.

As a result, after the bits and pieces were gathered, a large amount of brain beads were spent.

Poor families are rich, whether it is the original world or here, if you want to go far away, your money bag will always have to be thinner.

After turning around, Tang Zhen walked back with a bulging animal skin package on his back, which attracted a lot of sneaky glances along the way.

After all, this kind of pocket full of items will always make unscrupulous people subconsciously pay attention and guess what good things are inside.

However, when these thieves secretly felt Tang Zhen's lord's aura, especially after seeing the dominoes hanging from his waist, their eyes showed a trace of disappointment, and they no longer paid attention to Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen faintly noticed this, and secretly said that these 100,000 brain beads were not wronged, at least they could avoid a lot of trouble.

Tang Zhen was not afraid of these guys, but more things were better than less, not to mention that in the bazaar, he successively felt the aura of several extremely obscure king-level monks.

Although they thought they were hiding well, under Tang Zhen's special spiritual power induction, they still had nothing to hide.

If they are involved because of some disputes, there will inevitably be a lot of changes, which is also something that Tang Zhen is trying to avoid now.

When they arrived at the meeting place, they saw three or two stowaways sitting on the ground, not talking to each other, and they were very vigilant.

They were afraid of missing the time to leave, so they simply stayed where they were tonight to rest, after all, those monks were domineering and would not wait for you because you were late.

Fortunately, most of the monks in Loucheng are accustomed to sleeping in the open air, and camping in the wild is commonplace, but no one feels wrong.

Tang Zhen sat for a while, feeling quite bored, but he couldn't take out the books to read, because it would be too dazzling.

After all, nine times out of ten, the monks in Loucheng are illiterate, and it is normal for you to see monks dancing with swords and swords, but if you see monks dancing and writing with ink, you will feel extremely abrupt and incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Tang Zhen estimated that if he took out a book to read, it would inevitably attract the attention of countless people, and even if his disguise was low-key, it would attract the attention of those who cared.

However, it is really boring to sit dry, and the way I cultivate my spiritual power is too shocking, and I am afraid that the entire wanderer market will be chaotic because of this.

With nothing to do, Tang Zhen decided to continue to go around.

At this moment, there was a commotion, and dozens of alien monks wearing united battle armor rushed straight to the alley in the distance.

Tang Zhen switched the perspective of the map and found that these alien monks were all managers of the market, and the place where they gathered was the location where he and the young man killed the alien monks.

At this moment, these alien monks were dispersing the onlookers, constantly carrying the corpse outward, and at the same time, there was a two-star lord with a gloomy face, who was examining the wounds on the corpse.

Tang Zhen walked over slowly, and after getting closer, after listening to a few words about their conversation, he was about to turn around and leave.

It turned out that these alien monks initially thought that this was a black and black nest fight!

Because one of the monks with a sword is missing, and all the belongings of their lair have been ransacked!

These alien monks thought it was better to do so, and they themselves saved themselves some trouble, as for why they had this judgment, and what happened later, Tang Zhen was not interested in knowing.

At this moment, Tang Zhen noticed that someone was watching him, and when he followed his gaze, he found that a wanderer had a panicked look on his face, and hurriedly lowered his head when he looked over.

Looking at the figure of the wanderer who quickly disappeared, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Tang Zhen's mouth.

By this time the alien monks had carried the corpse out of the alley, and then went straight to a small hill outside the bazaar.

Tang Zhen watched from the sidelines, and faintly heard the words "corpse cave" from the mouths of onlookers, and his heart moved at the moment, so he slowly followed.