Chapter Ninety-Five: The Conspiracy of the Sea Tyrant
The brute thought for a moment, nodded, and gave Zhan Po a kick. [Ran^Text^Library] []wwwć Ļs520ć com
"Hurry up, don't rub in!"
Wiping the blood from his mouth and nose, Zhan Po limped behind the brute.
This time, the brute soldier took Zhan Po Soul to the place closer, and he only walked for half an hour to get there. This time it was still the same steward, but he let Zhan Po's soul into the house. Is this a good sign?
"I listened to what the barbarian said, if you tell a lie......
"I'm going to tell a lie, you can kill me now, don't make me wait until tomorrow. ā
"Okay, you say, what do you have to trade your life?"
"Technique, I have technique. ā
There was a brief silence in the room, and the steward asked, "What technique?"
"A royal bow. ā
"This one. The steward's obvious disappointment. But after all, it was a technique, and it was still a rare bow score, which still gave Zhan Po Soul a chance to continue the conversation.
The steward said: "You also know that in the contest between the human and barbarian races, the human race has been able to support itself until now undefeated, and the mental method and technique have taken a great advantage. It's a king-level bow book, and now if you take it outside, it's more than enough to exchange 1,800 prisoners of war like you.
But...... This is here, and you are also such an identity. This bow can't change your life. ā
"My lord, it is precisely because I know the preciousness of the technique here that I will have the confidence to come here. But you can't think my life is worth so much, can you, my lord, my life is not worth anything, so you can help. ā
The steward spat contemptuously and spat on Zhan Po's face.
"What are you, let me help you?"
The steward lifted Erlang's leg and picked up a chicken leg with a somewhat leisurely look. Zhan Po swallowed his saliva, watched the steward throw the chicken leg to the ground, and let the fierce wolf dog that had been glaring at him swallow it in a few bites.
Yesterday's chicken leg Su Tianding ate it, and he ate it while crying.
"You have to think about it, your life is gone, what is the use of these techniques for you?"
The steward took out another chicken leg, and this time threw it in front of Zhan Po's soul. The wolf dog whined in front of Zhan Po Soul, wanting to eat the chicken leg and wanting to bite Zhan Po Soul to death.
Zhan Po Soul had been kneeling, and stood up after collecting the chicken legs. The brute next to him raised his leg and kicked forward, kicking the standing Zhan Po Soul to the ground. When he was about to step forward again, the steward stopped him.
"I'll see what he's going to do, it doesn't matter if he's on his knees or not. ā
Zhan Po got up again and patted the ashes on the chicken legs. "If I am asked to take out something again, then I have to get something in return. You don't think a bow book can change my life, and I also think that if you take out one more technique, you can get more things. ā
Zhan Po Soul added again: "Except for my life." ā
The steward smiled: "Don't say anything else, you hand over the bow score first, and I will check it." At the very least, you have to prove that you are qualified to trade with me. ā
"Okay, no problem. But you have to give me ten more chicken legs, and a jar of the strongest and purest barley wine. ā
At first glance, the brute soldiers on the side drew their brute knives. Once again, the steward stopped the brute's anger.
"Looks like you're confident, hehe......"
"All the merchants in the world are the same. ā
Indeed, all businessmen in the world are the same. As long as it is profitable, he will treat you as your first love. At least on the surface.
Zhan Po Soul got ten chicken legs, and the steward was also very satisfied with the bow score. I also let the brute soldiers around me test it to see if there are any problems.
For those with high enough talent, king-level techniques are very easy to cultivate. For example, Hua Qiangu, it took him a very short time to cultivate the Lianzhu Piercing Mountain Spectrum. But if you verify it, it's very simple.
After the first transaction, the steward said with a pleasant face: "Now I am looking forward to your second technique." Come on, let me see what kind of technique it is. ā
"I'll hand it over, but how do you make sure I don't die?"
"You're a Qihuang master, isn't it your specialty to test pills?"
"The pill is fine, the problem is the lord who gave the pill powder. What if one day he remembers that he gave the wrong medicine and comes to see if I'm dead? What if he asks me why I'm not dead?"
"What do you think you are, the leader will think of you? ā
"My life is not as good as the life of ants, and I don't want to lose it. If this problem can't be solved, I'd rather die than hand over my mind and technique. ā
"And the mind?"
The steward was surprised, could it be that there was an unexpected gain?
"I am a disciple of the Zhengshan Sect, and of course I will practice the mental methods and techniques of the Zhengshan Sect. ā
"Bring it!" shouted the steward, and the brute drew his brute knife again.
"Guaranteed?" Zhan Po took out a chicken leg and took a bite. What a fragrance of paralysis!
The steward's height of nearly two meters and his head the size of half a watermelon all exuded a strong killing intent, facing Zhan Po Soul.
The steward's hand was slowly raised......
Slap, slap, slap...... "Hahaha...... It's so fearless, I really underestimate you. ā
The steward clapped his palm, ate the chicken leg in his hand in two bites, and said, "The heart and techniques need to be written silently, but your guarantee requires you to make your own clan oath." ā
The barbarian in charge of the affairs swore a tribal oath very happily.
"Sackan swears by Tianlan Lake, and I promise to complete what I promised Li San. If there is a disobedience, our people will be defeated. The general was killed in battle, and the warriors of the tribe were killed. ā
Zhan Po Soul said again: "Give me ten more chicken legs." ā
The steward asked people to take it, and Zhan Po Soul began to silently write the One Qi Three Turns Mind Method and the One Qi Three Turns Knife Spectrum.
The steward brought twenty chicken legs to Zhan Po Soul, as well as a side of bacon. Zhan Po Soul quickly finished writing and collected the chicken thighs and meat.
The steward briefly examined the mind and techniques, and felt that there was no problem, so he put it away. Then he took out a medicine bottle and threw it to Zhan Po Soul.
"I'll arrange for your records to be expunged, your name to disappear from the roster, and your identity to be replaced. How's it going, you're still satisfied?"
"Satisfied, Mr. Xie. ā
The steward told the barbarians to take Zhan Po Soul away. But he hurried to the tent in the barracks.
In the big tent, the sea lord sat inside. Next to him was the Sea Soul Knife.
Sacklan arrived in the big tent and placed his mind and techniques in front of Haiba. Then he took three steps back very carefully, waiting for the sea tyrant's reaction.
Haiba simply looked at the Three Turns of Mind in One Breath, and finally had some smiles on his cold face.
"You're doing a good job. ā
Leader Xie Hai complimented. ā
"You tell me all about your conversation and his reactions. ā
The steward told Haiba about the two times he saw Zhan Po's soul. Haiba thought about it for a long time before he put away his mind and techniques.
"Someone. ā
Outside the big tent came a soldier.
"What is the order of the sea chief. ā
"Tomorrow, you stare at the one named Li San and confirm his life or death. ā
"Yes. ā
Haiba came out of the big tent, and the steward followed closely. Haiba said, "I'll say hello here, so that your caravan can enter the mine once." You can go and tell your leaders now. ā
The steward immediately knelt on the ground and knelt down to send the sea bully.
Haiba still didn't feel at ease to break his soul, and sent someone to spy on him. He knew that the miners would smuggle out gold and jade and trade them with the caravans that had stolen into the mines in exchange for something. Not only does Haiba know, but the top management of the mine also knows. Even the outside, distant tribal leaders also knew.
It's all something that they know by heart, and they all acquiesce to the existence of such things. As long as the smuggling caravan behaves, there is no problem.
Terran prisoners of war have been subjected to high-pressure management and oppression, and if this channel for breathing is completely closed, it will not be long before these prisoners of war will die. If you don't die, you will go crazy.
This is not beneficial to the mine in the slightest.
Haiba knew that if Zhan Po Soul found out about the problem, he would definitely find such a channel to obtain the antidote, so he arranged for Saklan's caravan.
Judging from the current situation, the suspicion of Zhan Po Soul has been ruled out, but he still has to die. Since there is a suspicion, even if it is not, it should be dead.
The antidote given by Haiba is another poison that will kill you immediately after taking it. Of course, Zhan Po Soul did not take it, but put it in his pocket. Before returning to the mine, it was noon when Zhan Po entered the mine and began to call his emperor.
In an abandoned mine, Zhan Po found the emperor. The emperor was still floating in mid-air, staring at the mountain wall. The concentrated appearance actually ignored the chicken leg that Zhan Po Soul held in his hand.
"Huh!"
The emperor let out a loud sigh, and his thick claws slashed towards the mountain wall where there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Boom ......"
The emperor was digging and shaving, and it took a full two sticks of incense to stop. But suddenly there was a faint light in the dim mine. Green light.
The emperor fell on the shoulder of Zhan Po Soul and let Zhan Po Soul walk over.
When it came to the shining place, there was a golden jade stone the size of a fist in the mountain wall, which was emitting a green light. The short, soft green glow illuminates a small part of the mountain wall.
At this time, the oil lamp in the mine was extinguished.
The sudden darkness made the green light brighten up suddenly. The green light that regained its original state showed how mysterious the treasure in the mountain wall was.
Zhan Po Soul took off this green stone that looked like gold and jade with great care, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This is a large piece of gold and jade. However, the gold and jade are gold and green, two colors mixed together, the same crystal stone. No, he was green throughout, with only a distinct but very thin gold line on the outermost part.
Zhan Po Soul didn't know what it was, but knew it must be a treasure. After only looking at the exhibition for a while, Broken Soul put this stone in the storage bag.
"Woohoo!"
The emperor roared loudly twice at Zhan Po's ear, and then flew to Zhan Po's pocket, and his thick claws opened Zhan Po's pocket at once. The chicken thighs and bacon inside all fell to the floor.