In the back alley of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel axe in his sleeve, and was about to rush into the house and chop Alda to death with an axe. This damn guy, he plays like this, so how can Lin Qi meet people with the title of Earl of Longshan in the future?

Bilibili blinked desperately, gloating at Lin Qi, who was almost rampant. Alda is unlucky? That's really great! Let the great and terrifying Lin Qi dismantle Alda to pieces, it is enough for Lin Qi to have a pure blood little demon Bilibili by his side, and a half-blood demon like Alda is better to die early.

Just as Linzi was about to climb over the fence to teach Arda a lesson, giving Lady Greenfen a little color, a distorted black shadow slipped out of the shadows nearby. The black shadow knelt on the ground, made a big salute to Lin Qi, and whispered extremely respectfully: "God King, that Graham you let us stare at, he left this mansion!"

Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened, he took a deep look at the deep courtyard of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, and jumped lightly from the wall. He made a gesture to Bilibili and the black shadow, and the black shadow immediately escaped into the darkness and led Lin Qi quickly towards the street ahead.

Bilibili followed behind Lin Qi, looking around and looking at the movements along the way.

The soldiers brought by Lin Qi were left in the back alley. If there was anything going on in Alda's place, these thugs would rush into the courtyard without hesitation and smash the courtyard to smithereens - they didn't know how many times they had done this in the Black Abyss Divine Prison, and they were most familiar with it.

A fleeting black shadow leads the way. There is not the slightest sound and ringing when walking. Lin Qi nodded secretly, and couldn't help but think a little more highly of the Dead Soldier Legion under the command of Paradise. With a legion of nearly 10,000 dead soldiers, the Guardian Divine Palace has indeed spared no effort in cultivating the three Guardian Heavenly Maidens.

These dead soldiers all have extremely strange abilities, and the black shadow leading the way in front of them is clearly an assassin who has stepped into the realm of saints with half a foot. It's just that the training methods used by these dead soldiers are extremely cruel and harsh, and although their strength has improved extremely quickly, it is inhumanly fast. But their longevity has also been greatly affected.

The black shadow in front of him, his remaining lifespan will definitely not exceed a hundred years, compared to the lifespan of a normal saint priest of nearly 10,000 years. That's a pitiful number. Lin Qi looked at the back of the black shadow, and secretly thought about where to get some life essence and life-prolonging medicine for these poor dead soldiers.

These people are faithful. The strength is extremely strong, and it would be a pity if he died of exhaustion of life in just a hundred years.

The voice of the osmanthus tree sounded abruptly in Lin Qi's spiritual sea, and feeling Lin Qi's thoughts, the osmanthus tree quickly proposed thirty-two feasible construction measures - the simplest of them can double the remaining lifespan of these dead soldiers, that is, let them live for about a hundred more years. And the most difficult way is to restore these dead people to their original lifespan.

However, even the simplest method requires a large amount of maternal and fetal stock solution. This kind of thing that can only be found in the ancient ruins, where is Lin Qi going to get it? Lin Qi shook his head. The building of the osmanthus tree was left behind.

After continuing to walk forward for a while, Osmanthus suddenly hesitated and spoke: "Actually, I can make the so-called maternal fetal essence. In my memory, the maternal-fetal essence was only ranked thirty-ninth among the seven hundred and ninety-five life source fluids. There are thirty-eight kinds of life source liquids that are more effective than it. ”

Lin Qi's eyes lit up suddenly, and his steps towards him were slightly scattered.

"But, energy and materials!" Osmanthus Tree said in a low voice: "Extremely large amount of energy, extremely large amount of materials, I can produce enough maternal fetal essence or other life source liquids. ”

Extremely large energy? Lin Qi carefully asked the osmanthus tree about the meaning of this so-called extremely large energy. When Lin Qi heard that this was equivalent to the sum of the power of all the demigods in the bodies of thirty middle-level demigods, Lin Qi wisely told the osmanthus tree to shut up, he didn't want to be hit again.

In the Eastern Continent, with the help of the power of the Tiger Clan's own family, it is possible to hunt thirty demigods, but in the Western Continent? Ha, are you kidding?

The two-wheeled carriage in front of it, surrounded by a dozen guards, turned into a small dark alley, and continued to walk forward for a while, and the two-wheeled carriage traveled into an extremely remote alley with very dilapidated buildings.

Just as there are always shadows in the sun, there are also slum ghettos in Port Vias, the richest place in the world. Graham's carriage marched into one of the largest slums in Port Vias, and stopped in front of an unusually old courtyard that was at least 400 years old.

This yard ...... Lin Qi even felt that this courtyard should be a haunt for the undead.

The crumbling walls were full of holes, and the iron gates were entwined with half-dead vines that looked like countless poisonous snakes. The messy and smelly mud spread more than a foot deep on the ground, and the water vapor in the mud evaporated, forming a white mist three feet thick in the yard.

There were originally two three-story buildings in the courtyard, but the three-story building in front of it has collapsed for more than half, and only the back building is still intact. But Rao is this small building in good condition, and the towers and carvings on its roof have also crumbled and shattered, turning into a mess of garbage piled up on the roof.

Graham cautiously dismounted from the carriage, and several of the guards frowned, and somehow got some straw and planks to spread on the ground. Graham cursed someone with a coo, and the wolf walked on the mud with straw and planks. He had done everything in his power to keep himself from stepping on the mud, but the mud in the yard was too thick, and his fat body was so heavy that the planks would not sink and stain his luxurious boots with some black, stinking mud.

"Oh God, let that old fellow go back to your arms sooner!" Graham muttered angrily, "Whichever god harvested his soul, I'd be happy to donate a gold coin to your temple!"

Lin Qi glanced at Gramm, he gestured to Bilibili and the dead man to stay outside the courtyard, staring at Graham closely, and then quickly walked around to the back wall of the courtyard, pressed the wall with both hands, and lightly crossed the wall, and came to the small building behind him in a few steps.

Graham was still struggling to walk forward in the front yard, while Lin Qi was already holding a steel axe, carefully stepping on the broken stone steps, and slowly walked up the small building, to the only room on the second floor with the lights on.

It is a restaurant, a large enough area to accommodate a banquet of nearly 100 people.

In the huge dining room, only one oil lamp was lit, and the dim light made everyone as gloomy as ghosts.

At the long wooden table, more than thirty men and women stood like zombies. Yes, everyone stood around the table, because the chairs under their butts were all rotten, and there was no way to sit at all, so everyone had to sit.

There was no paint at all, and on the table, which was full of holes, a yellow-skinned man who looked to be in his early fifties sat on a three-legged chair, cutting a loaf of bread with a slow and methodical dining knife.

Originally, this bread should have been a delicious white bread mixed with cream, but in Lin Qi's opinion, this bread should be the garbage disposed of by the bakery after expiration. The bread that was originally soft and delicious was now sprinkled with a knife, and the hard crust was spilled.

The middle-aged man used his fingers to twist the crumbs of the crust on the table as he cut the bread and threw it into his mouth.

"It's a pity, it's a waste, what a good piece of creamy white bread! What a waste!" the middle-aged man frowned and muttered: "Really, such white bread can't be eaten on weekdays, if it weren't for my birthday, you wouldn't have such a good mouth!"

The thirty-nine men and women standing at the table looked at the middle-aged man with stiff faces, and none of them said a word.

The middle-aged man put the remaining half of the white bread into a black and even a mildew rattan basket beside him, and then grabbed a piece of ham meat about the size of a baby's fist from the rattan basket with great pain.

Pale cyan, apparently mildewed, feeding dogs without the ham meat that dogs want to eat!

The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he carefully cut off forty slices of meat that were about slightly thicker than the wings he knew, and then carefully put these slices of meat on the bread slices, and handed them to the men and women at the table one by one with great caution.

"Rejoice for me, my dear! I, Granda, am fifty years old today!" Granda, who was so thin that she lost her shape, sighed: "In my fifty years of life, I have made outstanding contributions to the prosperity of my family! Today is my birthday, everyone cheers for me!"

The men and women snorted weakly, picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths with difficulty.

Granta enjoyed the slices of bread and the thin slice of ham in her mouth and chewed slowly. He exhaled heavily, and sighed in a low voice, "What a good bread, what a ham, what a treat." The last time I ate white bread was fifteen years ago when your grandfather died. That damn old miser, he was holding 30,000 gold coins, but he starved to death in the treasury, what a ...... You deserve it!"

Lin Qi's body shook, and he finally understood why Graham was born into a merchant family, and it was a family specializing in the import and export of goods from the Gallic Empire and the Vyas Federation, why he was poor like that in Berelli!

It's a family tradition!

So, what can I do to better combat such a miser family? (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )