The person who came was Yang Fang, who was not wearing a robe.

"You, come out. Yang Fang pointed at the stray sweat who had been bitten just now.

"Uncle, I ......" The homeless man didn't know what he had done wrong and what kind of punishment he would receive when he went out, and he hesitated to step out of the crowd.

"Come out, I saw that you were bitten, so you don't have to work for the time being, there are just eight boxes here, each of them carries one, you follow me. Yang Fang patiently explained.

When the homeless man heard this, his heart couldn't help but blossom. This mountain is high and the road is dangerous, the ghost only knows how long to put this box on his back, it is really a twin of luck and misfortune for Sai Weng's lost horse, he walked out of the pile of people in a hurry, stood beside Yang Fang proudly, and did not pretend to touch the place where he was bitten in pain. I thought you don't have to say it, this son of a dog is really ruthless in his mouth, although he doesn't feel any pain now, but just now it was really a bit of heart, and it hurt so much that he almost didn't vomit out the little baked cake in his stomach.

The other eight people carried the box according to Yang Fang's arrangement and followed him up the mountain unhappily. I knew that I could stop working if I was bitten, so I would rather be bitten, let alone a bite, and I could take three or four more bites, and I would never frown. The homeless man who began to be beaten on the ground was even more depressed, he was small and weak, he was pressed to the ground and punched several times, not to mention, he was wronged as a dog, and he bit the big man. The smell on the big man's body can't be removed after soaking in the pond for a month, and even if it's a dog, he doesn't want to open his mouth to bite him.

The mountain road is getting deeper and deeper, and it is getting more and more difficult, and the eight homeless people who resist the box themselves have been lazy all day long and have not saved any physical strength, and at this time they are already tired and sweating with soybeans, and the originally tight team has become a long line, and it is estimated that it will not be long before someone will be left behind and lost. Seeing this situation, Yang Fang found a slightly flat position to sit down and rest, and beckoned everyone to put their things down with a kind face. Since the owner opened his mouth, then everyone was not polite, in fact, they didn't have the strength to be polite, and the eight homeless men put down the box and fell to the ground panting for breath.

Yang Fang took out an iron ruler slightly shorter than his forearm from his body, handed it to a vagabond who looked tall, and then pointed to the box next to his feet and asked him to pry the box open with an iron ruler. The tall homeless man was not happy in his heart, and thought that he would work more because he was taller, but he did not dare to say it. When the rest of the people saw the homeless man prying the box, they all came to their senses to see what kind of strange treasure was in the box, and as the nails were creaked out of the wood, the tall homeless man excitedly shouted: "Bun!"

It is indeed a bun, not only a bun, but also an apple. The homeless people who were lying down just now all stood up, looked at Yang Fang, then looked at a box of buns, and then looked back at Yang Fang, the most unpromising ones had already begun to lick their lips with their tongues, and it was estimated that if they didn't lick it, the saliva would drip directly onto the face of their feet.

Yang Fang didn't bother to look at the hungry ghosts of these homeless people, closed his eyes and said in disgust: "Take them one by one, take as much as you eat, and whoever wants to rob them will deduct their wages." ”

When everyone heard this, they rushed around the box to get food, but they didn't dare to grab it, but it looked no different from the pig eating around, you squeezed me and I pushed you, there was no order.

The homeless man who was bitten took six buns and sat next to Yang Fang excitedly. Because Yang Fang didn't let him resist the box, in his eyes, he seemed to become a cronie of the owner, and it was estimated that he would get acquainted with Yang Fang after a while, and he could even call those who stinky for food. He nodded to Yang Fang without smiling and began to introduce himself.

"Uncle, my name is Hu Qiang, you eat steamed buns. After speaking, he handed the bun to Yang Fang with a black hand, Yang Fang looked at the pile of black and yellow handprints of the homeless people on the bun, shook his head and smiled.

"You eat, I've eaten. ”

"Oh, uncle, then I'll eat it. You call me for anything, and I'm pretty good at it, unlike them. After Hu Qiang finished speaking, he didn't forget to suppress his peers, and turned his head to signal the eight homeless people he said.

"Eat, eat more. After eating, it's good to hurry. Yang Fang was still smiling.

Hu Qiang saw that the owner was polite to him, and he was in a good mood, so he picked up the bun and stuffed it into his mouth, only to find that the hand that was bitten just now could only hang down and exert force, but when he lifted it, he was numb, and his fingers did not obey the call, and the buns fell to the ground.

"Oh, it's a pity," Hu Qiang wrapped the other buns around the hem of his clothes, reached out and picked up the buns that fell on the ground, patted them a little and sent them to his mouth.

As a result, the bun fell again.

"Damn, this leper dog bites me very hard. Hu Qiang got angry and began to scold his mother.

"yes, I can't even pick up the buns, so let's change my hand. After Yang Fang said this, he got up and walked to a farther place, these homeless people really stink.

After walking for more than three hours, it was already dark, and they finally reached the place. Along the way, the homeless people ate another meal of steamed buns, but the freshness was completely unrefreshed. They lay in the mountains and screamed, saying that money is hard to earn and is hard to eat, which is really not wrong at all. Although the owner has a generous hand, even if this job is done by a skilled long-term worker, he will definitely have to be tired.

Yang Fang asked the homeless man in the anti-bun box to light a few torches, and then used an iron ruler to pry all the boxes open. The rest of the homeless people lost their spirits, and they didn't take a straight look, but only thought about getting their things done according to Yang Fang's words, and then living in the house in the forest in front of them, and tomorrow after taking their wages, they would take the carriage back to Jiangnan to have a good time.

"Dang Chang," with the sound of the iron ruler falling to the ground, the homeless man who was prying the box looked nervously at Yang Fang beside him, and stammered and asked, "Big ...... Uncle, this ...... This...... What's this?"

The box was full of bits and pieces, and it was impossible to tell whether it was human or animal, and there were broken tiles and rags, dead cats and dogs that had dried up, and thick locust stakes as tall as people, and there was nothing normal to look at anyway.

"Oh, one of my relatives is going to move the ancestral grave, and I was afraid that you would be scared at first, so I didn't say it explicitly. Yang Fang replied hastily, "Okay, you go and rest first, and then call you later, it will be fine soon." ”

Yang Fang sent the homeless man aside, and began to sort the contents of the box by himself, and carefully made nine parts. What Yang Fang has to do now is an extremely vicious soul cultivation array, these things in the box are just the most basic front, they can be discarded after using it once, the important thing is the living sacrifice of the array. The living sacrifice will use nine people, eight for the feet and one for the guts, and he has already chosen the guts, the guy who can't hold the buns. This guy has already hit his ghost head, once the soul raising array is launched, the person who has been hit by the ghost head in the array will be very painful because the soul is gnawed, and at the same time, the body will also be greatly destroyed, if the formation does not stop, although the people in the formation will die, but which one dies the most ugly, must be the brave person, and the person dies in the formation. The soul cultivation array is not a profound formation, most ghost cultivators will cloth, but there is also a difference between high and low, the key is the process of refining the formation after the formation is formed, to choose a place where the yin qi is heavy and the sun is not seen, this is easy to say, it is really difficult to find a very suitable one. Because the refining process is extremely cruel, if it is seen, it will definitely be exposed, and the corpse that is in line with the eight characters of the array master must be selected, and when he dies, he is turning from yin to yang, when the soul of the dead has just left the body, and when the time is changed, because of the sudden collision of yang energy, it is most likely to remain the yin energy of the body in the corpse. If you can find a living person with the same eight characters and put it into the array for refining, you can maximize the power at the same time, and capture the soul of the person in the array at any time according to the will of the array master to refine the ghost, plus when the yin and yang hours are switched, it is easiest to recast the character of the ghost, so the array master is completely taking away the refined ghost thing, and it is dozens of times easier than the ordinary offering, and even, it is far better than the ghost head that Yang Fang was defeated before.

"Okay, come here, you have worked hard today, and you will get one ingot for each of your wages. Yang Fang set up the front and took out nine ingots of silver and put them in the array.

The eyes of the homeless began to glow, and in the light of the hunting fire, the white brand new silver ingots reflected a golden-red light, although they had thought that Yang Fang was generous and polite, but they did not expect to be so generous when paying their wages. In the eyes of the homeless people, it is no longer a silver ingot, it is the top girl in Xiuchun Building, the signature wine and food of Fulint, as well as the chips in the casino, and the bright clothes on their bodies. The homeless people didn't care about Yang Fang's unpleasant scolding, and like a mad dog, you pushed me and pounced on the silver ingots on the ground.

Everything was being calculated, Yang Fang looked at the homeless man who was scuffling together, retreated outside the line by himself, and then took out the gnatfish cage in his arms, and surrounded everyone according to the line as before. The homeless man didn't care what Yang Fang was doing, he was still tearing for the silver ingot, suddenly the ghost cried in his ears, the wind was blowing, and then the homeless man named Hu Qiang who was bitten seemed to have gained divine power, and he who was originally pressed under him screamed in pain, and all the people on his body were thrown out with a "bang", rolling everywhere on his back.

"Itchy, ah...... Itchy. Hu Qiang kept beating his head with the silver ingot he grabbed in his hand.

A few bold homeless men ignored Hu Qiang's changes and continued to crawl at his feet, trying to pick up the silver ingots under his feet.

"Itchy!" Hu Qiang yelled again, grabbing the nearest homeless man at his feet, this homeless man really didn't know whether he was alive or dead, seeing Hu Qiang like this, not only was he not afraid, but he also reached out to pick the silver ingot in Hu Qiang's hand.

Hu Qiang then grabbed his head and hit his head with a painful expression. The homeless man began to scream in pain, and let go of the silver ingot in his hand, but he couldn't break free of Hu Qiang's palm, so he could only twist wildly, covering his head with his hands in vain. After more than a dozen hits, both of them had blood gushing from their heads. Seeing that the homeless man in his hand was about to be knocked to death, Hu Qiang still couldn't stop like a kowtow worm, and finally knocked the other party's skull open, and the brains and broken bones like tofu brains stained his forehead. Hu Qiang threw down the corpse of the homeless man in his hand, and walked over to the nearest one with a painful face. The blood that flowed from the corpse that had just been thrown to the ground was instantly sucked into the ground as if it had been sucked up by a sponge, leaving only traces of the red on the surface.

Now the other seven homeless people all felt the strangeness of the matter, and cried and cried out to climb out of the formation, but each time they were bounced back as if they had hit an invisible door. Hu Qiang bent down and grabbed one of them, lifted it hard, and picked up the other party upside down, with the strength of the homeless man struggling in his hand, Hu Qiang took advantage of the situation to clamp the other party under his armpit, and then grabbed the other party's big arm with the hand that couldn't even hold the bun, twisted it hard and then pulled it outward, and the whole arm was torn off. The homeless man who lost his arm cried loudly, and the feces and urine were not held back, and flowed backwards to the back of his neck.

"It's itchy...... Hu Qiang knocked his head with his unscrewed arm, and continued to walk towards the people in the formation.

Yang Fang watched coldly from the sidelines, like an elderly man basking in the sun with nothing to do at the base of the wall, watching with interest the children play the game of eagle catching chickens. The homeless men who were attacked died one by one, and Hu Qiang's head was concave here and bulging out there, like an irregularly shaped potato. His body began to swell, first the blood-stained clothes could not cover the body, and it hissed and cracked, then the skin also became transparent because of the expansion, and then the muscles under the skin rolled and burst out, and a cloud of blood mist covered Hu Qiang, and he fell to the ground, his body drying up as quickly as the homeless man who died before.

"Hehe, is my Dao Master's silver so easy to take?" Yang Fang saw that the formation had been completed, so he took back his gnather cage, walked back into the formation, picked up the silver ingots that were still stained with blood, no longer looked at the stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and walked out of the mountain alone, but he didn't notice that in the grass not far away, there were a pair of eyes staring at him.