Sitting silently in the speeding van, 10,000 grassland beasts and tigers roared past in his heart, and this van, which was ventilated everywhere, actually cost Hua Yingjun 100,000 rupees, which was converted into 10,000 soft girl coins.

If you are in China, you can run four or five round trips for more than 900 kilometers with 10,000 soft girl coins, but in India, the old driver who drove a van and hoisted half a cigarette not only felt happy because he slaughtered the fat sheep, but also muttered reluctantly, complaining that this trip did not make much money at all.

The corners of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, is there so much pressure to make a living in sports cars in India?

He lowered his voice and asked Xiao Hei beside him in Huaxia language, "Xiao Hei, you won't let this old driver deceive you, right?" More than 900 kilometers, go 10,000 at a time?! What's the matter, it's gold burning in his car! ”

Xiao Hei shook his head helplessly and explained, "Boss Shen, you don't know anything! This is the market in India, you have to know that the traffic in many places here is not convenient, there are many religious taboos, stumbling along the way, you have to bypass several religious sites, and if you want to get through there safely, the driver has to pay a lot of tolls. ”

Silent for a while, how can religion still charge tolls? Isn't religion in India a guide to good deeds? As the birthplace of Buddhism, shouldn't everyone eat fast and recite Buddha and be compassionate?

Xiao Hei briefly explained to Shen Mo the religious contradictions in India, which involve religious disputes and armed conflicts, which are simply more terrible than the other, in some areas, you can even see Indians living together across two streets, because of different religious beliefs, and swords face each other, today you kill my people, tomorrow I kill your people, everyone is to maintain their own faith, even death is with glory.

What is even more terrifying is that India is a multi-religious country, with big religions everywhere and small religions as many as cows, and there are too many gods and Buddhas on 2.98 million square kilometers to even be counted by Indians, and the religious frictions caused by this are even more innumerable.

Shen Mo knew about these circumstances, and patted Xiao Hei's shoulder regretfully again, "Xiao Hei, it's really hard for you to let you live here." ”

Xiao Hei quipped, "It's not hard work, I'm mainly in New Delhi, where there is more peace than other places, and the contradictions are not as sharp as other places." If you want to say that it is hard, the people in Africa are the hardest, and you don't know what they eat every day. ”

Shen Mo pondered slightly, it was really like that, there were a lot of super-dispatched commissioners, and they were also very wide-ranging, so the colleagues in Africa were the hardest, and the food in Africa was notoriously dark.

Knowing the situation of the van, Shen Mo leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep, and when it was dawn, they were still speeding on the road, and they were still nearly halfway from reaching the royal palace.

"Boss Shen, let's go to the market in front of you in a while, let's eat a little something, and let the driver rest for a while. Set off again in three hours. ”

Nodding silently, the old driver in front of him drove all night, and he, the person who slept all the way, felt tired, and it was hard to imagine how tolerant the old driver in front was, in short, India was really a magical country.

When I arrived at the market in front of me, the driver parked the car near the station, filled up the gas, ate some dry food brought by himself, and lay down in the car to rest. Xiao Hei took Shen Mo to the small market near the station to solve the problem of breakfast.

"What is the average breakfast in India?" Silently asked.

"In India, rich people eat whatever they want, and if ordinary people eat out in the morning, that's all..."

Xiao Hei pointed to the crowded homemade simple snack cart not far away, and silently saw a middle-aged uncle frying the round dough balls in the oil pot, as well as some white dough cakes and curry-colored sauces, full of thick Indy style.

This kind of thing is somewhat similar to the domestic fried oil cake, but it is sweeter than the oil cake, with a very special strange taste, silence can not be eaten anyway, according to Xiao Hei said, in India, any food will put some spices, the strange taste that Shen Mo said, is a kind of spice, in ancient times, the purpose of putting spices in ancient times was to cover up the sour taste of food, and now the spices are mainly used to Indians.

But Shen Mo couldn't eat this kind of thing, he couldn't stand this strange taste, but fortunately, the white bread didn't taste anything, so he ordered a few more white breads, barely satisfying his hunger!

Just as he was silently and struggling to solve the food in his hand, the already crowded small market became more and more lively, and I saw a group of dark-skinned Indians slaughtering from the east end of the market, each of them wearing red turbans on their heads, and the momentum was fierce and vicious.

At the same time, at the west end of the market, a group of Indians wearing yellow turbans appeared, their complexions also darkened.

Obviously, the Indians on both sides belong to the lower caste Indians, and the purpose of their gathering is, of course, for their respective religious beliefs, to fight to the death.

Xiao Hei soon found out that the situation was not good, and he hurriedly pulled Shen Mo to run into the station, this kind of dispute that broke out because of religion, if he was involved, he would die in vain.

Xiao Hei is not afraid of being killed by Shen Mo, Xiao Hei is mainly afraid that Shen Mo will kill them, after all, he is an undercover agent, he is not afraid of trouble, and he can't cause trouble!

But here's the problem, Shen Mo stood in place, no matter how Xiao Hei pulled, he couldn't pull Shen Mo in the slightest.

"Boss Shen, let's go quickly, this is not something we should take care of."

I saw Shen Mo's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes stared back and forth on the heads of the two groups of people, and under the perception of spiritual sense, there were countless ghosts and ghosts floating above the heads of these two groups of people, and these ghosts and ghosts were all people who died because of this meaningless so-called holy war.

Even if they are dead, their souls are imprisoned in this fight, suffering daily and suffering from the torture and pain of killing, and they will never be able to live again.

Is Silent going to help these ghosts?! Is his heart starting to overflow?!

Bah! When did Shen Mo make a loss-making deal, the next moment he found the ghost of the dead, a prompt sounded in his mind.

Soul fragment 134 was found.

Whether to absorb and refine.

Hey! The corners of his silent mouth couldn't help but leave a halazi, thinking back to the past, he worked hard to collect soul fragments, and now it's good, when he went out for breakfast, he actually picked up 134 soul fragments in vain.

Well? Wait, not a soul fragment, but a soul fragment, what is a fragment? Whatever, take it first.

It was too late, it was fast, and I saw Shen Mo connect the dots under his feet, jump up from the spot, and pounce on the two groups of people like a divine soldier descending from the sky, his hands open, like a big net on top of their heads, absorbing those soul fragments.

Obtain Soul Fragment 1

Obtain Soul Fragment 1

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Silently poured energy into his feet, directly on the top of an Indian head, the whole person rose into the air again, drew a gorgeous arc, shook his wrist, absorbed several fragments, and then stepped on his head to borrow strength, like a dragon god traveling all over the world, shuttling above the heads of two groups of people, staging a light performance show that happened on the streets of India.

Those who were fighting privately didn't care about Shen Mu, but as Shen Mo became more and more unscrupulous, they stopped what they were doing and set their eyes on Shen Mo.

Looking closely, I saw that every time Shen Mo reached out and hooked, he could ignite a faint flash, which was the last stubbornness when the soul fragment was absorbed.

In the eyes of the two groups of Indians, the flash of light blooming in Shen Mo's hand was like a miracle, coupled with Shen Mo's ethereal body as if he was out of gravity, which immediately shocked everyone present.

They fell to their knees, chanting their gods as if silence were messengers sent by their gods to punish the heretics.

Shen Mo didn't care whether they knelt or not, he just wanted to collect the soul fragments floating in the sky and use them as materials for refining dolls by himself.

134 soul fragments, for Shen Mo's collection speed, it was only a matter of ten minutes, and when Shen Mo finished collecting the soul fragments, he slowly fell to the ground, only to notice that his feet were already kneeling with devout believers.

They chant their gods and offer their servile deeds in their own unique way.

The corners of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, he is not a god, nor is he a god, he just came to pick up soul fragments for nothing, don't get me wrong!

That being said, it is true, but those kneeling Indians don't believe it! They only regard silence as a divine messenger, and no matter how silent it is explained, it will not make sense.

In desperation, Shen Mo had no choice but to accept his fate, he admitted that he was a divine envoy, and God was not used to seeing them killing each other and doing meaningless killing, so now, immediately, immediately, ordered the two groups of people to turn their rivalry into jade silk, and from now on there must be no more killing in any form.

These people were reluctant to let go of their hatred at first, after all, the two sides have been fighting for so many years, and countless people have lost their lives because of this, how can they give up their hatred because of a silent word?

So, Shen Mo opened his hands again, the weapon blessing ability was activated, and a milky white halo erupted, immediately attracting everyone's attention, and then, he slowly walked towards a young man who had been beaten to the point of bleeding, and he was extremely pretending to learn the appearance of a divine envoy, and lightly touched the young man's wound.

Airplanes! Slow healing activation!

The young man's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face turned from pale to ruddy.

His wounds healed! He got back on his feet!

Yes! I'm dripping!

This is indeed a miracle! He was really an oracle sent by God!

At this moment, everyone obeyed the words of Shen Mo, and they continued to bow to Shen Mo and offer their most sincere faith.

Shen Mo was speechless in his heart, he still used this nonsensical way to solve the struggle between two groups of people for many years, as for faith or something, in Shen Mo's view, as long as it is faith that leads people to goodness, it is good faith.

The killings that break out because of different beliefs are evil and ignorant.

After a moment, silence dispersed the people and returned to the station under Xiao Hei's extremely envious gaze.

"Brother Shen! What a hand you just had... Can you teach me? ”

Shen Mo shook his head, this really can't be taught. The skills of the clergy are unique to him.

"That can't be taught, then you can teach me a little bit casually, look at me, although I am a person who is out of the game, but this extraordinary power is not a little bit, how can I win glory and face for our super game!"

Shen Mo exhaled a long breath, "My things can't be learned by ordinary people, so let's do it, if you really want to learn, after the matter of Wang Shecheng is solved, I can help you find a master, as long as he is willing to accept it, you can learn." You know, this kind of thing is about chance, roots, and luck. ”

Xiao Hei nodded again and again, as long as Shen Mo has this sentence, his cultivation path is stable, as a special commissioner in India, it is precisely because he has no ability and chance that he will be sent here, and now Shen Mo is Xiao Hei's chance and luck.

Bang Bang Bang!

Xiao Hei woke up the sleeping van driver and motioned for him to go to sleep in the back of the van, and Xiao Hei drove and continued on the road. Because of the silence just now, this is obviously not a place to stay for a long time.

Sure enough, even though the two had foreseen it, they were still a step slower, and the Indians who had been silently dispersed returned again, blocking the station, followed by reporters with cameras.

"Oracle! Where is the oracle?! ”

The Indians held their most precious gifts and cried out to the gods.

The corners of Shen Mo's mouth twitched, and he said to Xiao Hei, "No matter how much, rush out, if you are surrounded by them, you can't leave here when it's dark." ”

Xiao Hei nodded, immediately started the van, honked the horn, rolled up the window, and shouted in the Hindi of the sign, "You get out of the way, let's go out first." ”

Among the Indians who were looking for the oracle, there were sharp-eyed sights that saw the silence in the van.

"The oracle is in the van, he's leaving us!"

"The gods can't go! You've got to stay and protect us! ”

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Instead of dispersing the crowd, Xiao Hei's voice led the crowd to Shen Mu.

Shen Mo was embarrassed, and at the critical moment, he still had to go out in person.

Slippery! Shen Mo directly removed the headscarf of the old driver next to him, tore out a face cloth to block his appearance, and then opened the car door and got out of the car.

Airplanes! The weapon blessing is activated again, and the milky halo manifests again.

"You have already received my blessing, why do you still refuse to disperse! Go ahead, dissolve the hatred in your hearts, and treat everyone around you with love and kindness! ”

"I will continue to preach my faith, so stand down!"

Shen Mo knew that his words were extremely middle-of-the-road and full of goosebumps, but these words were extremely useful to the believers present.

They understood the silence and quickly made way for the van to pass.

Then, while Xiao Hei was driving the van, he kept stuffing their gifts into the car, what gold! What a spice! What jewelry!

In short, silence has been buried by gifts.

As for the old driver of the van, he had already gotten out of the car in shock, and followed behind the butt of the car in disbelief, at a loss in his heart.

He actually carried a god.

Yes! I'm a god!

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