"What's going on!"

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Damn Raghaf, do you want to unload the mill and kill the donkey, there is an inexhaustible supply of gold coins here, why bother."

As the rope landed, three exclamations came from the phone's monitor.

Wu Heng stood outside the Well of the Gods and took it out, and the 10 exorcism talismans placed on his chest had turned to ashes.

Although I have a hunch that this thing is useless, I didn't expect it to be so useless, and it's obviously a novice's practice work.

However, it also confirms that this god of western Indian legend is really not a serious god.

After all, the mainstream belief in India is still Hinduism, the god of creation is Brahma, and it is Lakshmi who holds wealth, wisdom, and fertility.

And this goddess of prosperity in the west, which is in clear conflict with the Hindu priesthood.

Hasta, the god of greed, does not look like a god at all, but more like a mad beast.

"Stop making noise, and do as I say."

Wu Heng said a word to the monitor, and then took out a Shadow D28 drone and two pliers.

The drone has two palm-sized, multi-rotors, vertical take-off and landing hovering, and a load of 10 kilograms, which belongs to military supplies.

He opened the manhole cover and threw the two pliers down from the well.

"Now you two pick up the tongs, and later a monster with wealth will come out, and this monster is afraid of flour."

"I'll attract it with food, and you two will use tongs to grab the monster's money bag from the back of your waist, and take it off, and you'll have enough wealth for a lifetime."

Wu Heng then took out a dough cake, tied it to the position below the drone with a rubber band, and controlled the drone to fly into the well, and he quickly covered the manhole cover.

In the 'Hasta' lair, the two of them picked up the pliers on the ground in a daze, they didn't understand what Wu Heng meant, what kind of monster, money bag?

"Raghaf, I was wrong, you are ten thousand times more greedy than I thought, let me go, I will help you."

Vinayak knew he had no room to struggle.

"Untie him."

The two of them heard Wu Heng's order before they untied the rope on Vinayak's body.

At this time, the drone also began to fly down the passage, hovering in the air of the nest.

The inner walls of the crimson lair began to squirm, the ground became sticky, and a bulge appeared on the wall, and a crimson humanoid creature crawled out of it.

It crouched on its knees, its pleading hands outstretched, and roared at the dough tied under the drone.

"The god of greed, kneeling for a loaf?"

"Hasta, your dignity as a god!"

Wu Heng was outside the manhole cover, and through the monitor, he controlled the drone to float in the air and dodge Hasta's jump.

Hasta ignored the noises coming from the monitor, just screamed again and looked at the dough, climbing up the nest wall to pounce on the dough.

"Don't be in a daze, give me the pliers."

Venayak said angrily to the two younger brothers who were still in a daze.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the pliers of the yellow braid, the right hand of the yellow braid was injured, and the left hand couldn't even hold the pliers steadily, it was just a tool man used by Wu Heng to test the well of the gods.

Wu Heng controlled the drone to fly left and right, sometimes high and sometimes low, dodging Hasta, who was constantly climbing and jumping along the inner wall.

Hasta let out an increasingly impatient roar, and even knelt down in submission, but when he didn't get the bread, he jumped up again and jumped close to the entrance of the passage.

Wu Heng, with the quality of a professional operator, lowered the drone by one meter, and only then did he misplace and avoid Hasta.

Vinayak stood inside the flour ring, using tongs to quickly clamp it, but only to pull open the pocket of Hasta's waist, and a pile of gold coins fell to the ground.

The jingle of gold coins attracted the attention of the swarthy middle-aged man, who instantly changed from sluggishness on the spot to greed for gold, and also stretched out his pliers and waited for the opportunity to move.

Enviolated by the two men in the dough ring who were holding it with pliers from time to time, Hasta threw himself in front of them, screaming and outstretching his bloody hand.

As soon as the bloody hand touched the range of the flour ring, a burst of sparks erupted from his palm, accompanied by a stabbing sound like roasting meat, and Hasta roared in pain and withdrew his bloody claws.

The growing hunger of the waking hasta made Hasta more and more frenzied, and he began to run around the flour ring after the drone, completely ignoring the two pincers that stretched out from time to time beside him.

After dozens of attempts, Vinayak summed up his experience, saw the right time and inserted the pliers into the gap between the pouch and Hasta's waist, and with the help of Hasta's running, he used the reverse force.

Burst!

The palm-sized, all-red money bag was finally pried to the ground.

Hasta sensed that something was wrong and instantly stopped jumping.

The greed for gold made it temporarily resist its insane hunger, and it had to turn around and retrieve the purse.

Venayak and the swarthy middle-aged Hakob were quick to see each other, and at the same time they reached out their pliers to grab the money pouch and bring it back to the flour ring.

Hasta threw himself into the air, screaming and crashing into the flour ring, only to knock himself into ashes and disappear to the ground.

A bulge appeared on the inner wall again, and a whole Hasta torn membrane came out of it, and continued to scream and stare at the purse and then the cake, very irritable.

The swarthy middle-aged man greedily picked up the money bag and poured it lightly on the ground, and a pile of gold coins appeared on the ground, which stimulated Hasta to hit the flour ring again.

The swarthy middle-aged Hakob and the yellow braid glanced at each other, then turned to look at Vinayak with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Fool, what do you two want to do, look down at your situation."

Vinayak took a half step back, afraid to get out of the flour ring, so he quickly stepped forward and pointed to the ground.

When the two of them heard this, they looked down, and half of the original thick layer of powder circles had disappeared.

"It's the slime on the ground, and when Hasta woke up, the mucus that came out of it was consuming flour, damn it." Yellow Braid exclaimed.

"Raghaf, my good friend, how am I going to give you the purse?"

Venayak asked, looking at the camera.

Wu Heng stared at the monitor quietly, he was expecting that the three of them would be left in the end before they would be willing to hand over the money to him, but he didn't expect that Vinayak would still be a little sober.

The drone dodged Hasta's attack, which had reborn from the inner wall behind, and landed at the feet of the three people in the flour ring, who roared wildly around the flour ring.

"Tie the money bag to the drone, take off the cake and feed it to Hasta to attract it, and I'll drop the flour."

"No, boss, what if you don't put the rope, let's go up with the money bag."

Huang Braid was angry, he was afraid that Wu Heng would take the money bag and ignore them.

"Shahu, I don't mind waiting for you to die and change a few people to do it again."

Wu Heng replied calmly.

"I... Boss, I was wrong, I lost my mind, forgive me, I am your loyal little brother. ”

Huang Braid's eyes regained a trace of sanity, and he quickly apologized.

"It's okay, I'm not angry."

Vinayak snatched the money bag from the swarthy middle-aged man's hand, took off the dough cake on the drone, hung the money bag on it, and couldn't help but speak:

"Raghaf, it's not fair."

"Fairness only comes when it is needed, and now we need it, my friend!"

Wu Heng asked calmly.

“... Yes, not really. ”

Venayak paused, looked around, and sighed.

"Then I'm sorry for you now, throw the dough away, thank you."

Wu Heng controlled the drone to rotate the fan and levitate at a height of one meter, ready to take off at any time.