The inexplicable rain will not trap Sun Xiang, but if it is as Guan Jie said, it cannot be picked when it rains. At this time, it is too conspicuous to go to the valley where the workers have gone to check.

Qianjiao must have used some special method to make Lishui Zhi here have a bumper yield, Sun Xiang discussed with Xiaoyue, and he must get this method in his hands. Because it can also boost the growth of other crops in Marina City. In this way, covert operations are necessary.

When possible, Sun Xiang was reluctant to directly hit the door and use a knife to force someone else's neck to ask. What is the difference between that and a robber, Sun Da is a decent family, and face is very important.

All in all, those who sneak into the village, and those who shoot don't want to shoot. According to Guan Jie, the rain will fall until midnight, and it will come as scheduled every day. The rain is cold and annoying, but the residents of Sensho are not annoying. Because the longer this rain falls, the higher the yield of Yeosuzhi. Many people speculate that the huge output of Lishui Zhi must be inseparable from this rain.

Sun Xiang's heart was slightly moved when he heard this, rain is of course one of the important factors to promote plant growth. There are some magical powers in the Xuanmen that can rain from the sky, and the rain carries a special aura to instantly ripen a large area of crops.

I think a thousand kicks may have used a similar method.

It's just that it's raining this night...... A few raindrops drifted in from the small hole in the top of the window, and Sun Xiang caught it, feeling the slightest chill coming from his palm. There is no vibrant aura in the rain, only pure cold.

"Since when did this kind of night rain start to occur in Qianjiao?" asked Sun Xiang.

The little boy recalled: "It seems to have started two or three years ago, at first it was just a little bit of a sporadic start, and gradually it started to work all night. ”

Sun Xiang and Xiaoyue glanced at each other, this time coincided with the time when Qianjiao supplied Lishui Zhi to the outside world, it seemed that it was right.

"You don't have to worry, I've already taken a lot of people into the valley. We'll leave early tomorrow morning, but you'll have to pay for it first. ”

Seeing that the two were emotionally stable and spoke very well, Guan Jie made the business matters clear first.

"Then you must have made a lot of money. Yu Xiaoyue asked.

The question alerted the little boy slightly, and he took two steps back. Miss Yu spread her hands and said that she had no malicious intentions, she was just curious why he was so short of money.

Maybe it's to buy all kinds of fairy herbs to take, hoping that I can become a cultivator. As the lord of the city, she has also heard such rumors.

Credits are used for transactions between practitioners, while among civilians, canned meat, chocolate, and even antibiotics are hard currency.

The style of the local tyrant in charge of Sun Da has not diminished, and he casually took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it to Guan Jie.

"It's your pay. Extra out, get us something to eat, you have a way, right?"

Come out to play with the laughing moon, you can't live a bitter life, I don't know what delicious a thousand kicks are.

Guan Jie took the vial, and when he saw the viscous red liquid in it flashing with aura, he knew that it was not ordinary. Finally I met a local tyrant, he thought to himself.

"Yes, some of them, the guests will wait for me for a while, and I will go and change. ”

Guan Jie held the medicine bottle tightly and ran into the cold rain excitedly. Yu Xiaoyue looked worriedly at his disappearing figure.

"You're going to hurt him. ”

Miss Yu is no longer a teenage girl, she has been in a high position for a few years, and she has seen the sinister hearts of people. These days, because Sun Xiang is by her side, she is carefree like a child. Actually, she still knows it very well in her heart.

Healing potions are sought-after even among practitioners, and a powerless child holding them will inevitably bring disaster.

The head of Sun Da smiled and said: "He needs to make money, and I need a few tongues to ask about the situation of Qianjiao, this is a reasonable deal." ”

"Whatever you say is what you say. Miss Yu leaned on Sun Xiang, "Heal your wounds, and don't touch them!"

Yu Xiaoyue's injuries did not fully recover, she forcibly urged the power that she could not control, and the meridian damage was extremely serious. Sun Xiang will help her heal her injuries when he is free recently, and use his true yuan to help her slowly recover. The process will inevitably go on a skin-to-skin blind date, and in the end it will end in all kinds of indescribable.

Miss Yu understands a truth, that is, a man's appearance, whether it is a domineering president or a fairy milk dog, is no different in essence - they are all a group of horses.

During the healing period between the two, the little boy Guan Jie did not go to the black market to exchange for high-end food as agreed. He himself knew that he was holding very valuable cultivation supplies in his hand, and it was inevitable that he would be coveted by others if he made a rash move.

Of course, he had no intention of running away with the potion. Guan Jie was quite eye-catching, knowing that these two were existences that he couldn't afford to provoke. He just had a more pressing thing to do, trying to make money for years just for this moment.

He braved the rain to pass through the civilian area, and the night rain was of course a great thing for the cultivators. The more Lishui Zhi grows, the fuller their wallets will be. But for civilians, the rain brings only cold.

No matter how much income they have, their wealth has nothing to do with them. Yeosushi is delicious, but it is difficult for civilians to eat it. The lord of the city, Su Lei, used Yeosuzhi to buy cheaper rice to make relief grain. According to him, does useless waste still want to eat meat? It is already great mercy to be able to feed you.

In the slum on a rainy night, there is an indescribable silence. Some windows have flickering fires. But most of the houses don't have any movement. Firewood is a precious commodity and should only be used when necessary. In addition, the flare may attract uninvited guests. In those days, there were no police officers to maintain law and order, and only a few cultivators patrolled regularly.

If a commoner complains to another commoner, the practitioner will uphold justice. But their justice is varied, and the most common justice is to beat both sides to resolve the conflict.

So most of the time, civilians can only protect themselves. Some houses were fitted with barbed wire and heavy barriers were piled up outside. The windows were closed by baffles. When Guan Jie passes by, there will be scrutinizing and vigilant eyes in the gaps of the baffle. When they saw that it was just a little ghost, the person behind them moved their guns.

The dimly lit streets are not without pedestrians, and in hidden alleys all sorts of black deals are taking place. After the revival of Reiki, the world became a dualistic layer. The upper layer is the ruling class of cultivators, who hold extraordinary power in their hands and enjoy a glamorous life. They are clean, killing demons like civilized gentlemen, or killing each other.

And the civilians at the lower level are like mustard. The reason why the forces of all sides are still willing to ensure their basic survival is that there are some menial jobs that always need to be done. The second is that demons are afraid of popularity. As the old saying goes: people don't live and ghosts are born. If a city has too little population, it will quickly give birth to all kinds of demons - this is the case in the wilderness where no one is around.

The cultivators have ensured the basic living conditions of the common people, but more of them have to fight for it on their own. Civilians can join the city defense force as cannon fodder, or look forward to an ethereal awakening. For most people, there is neither the courage to fight nor enough luck.

Everyone is either confused, or evil, and lives numbly. There were two dark shadows in the corner of the road exchanging something. The rain clattered against the tattered glass-tiled ceiling. Three people crept out of the shadows and gathered behind one of the dark shadows. Their daggers were smeared with mud, no reflection could be seen, and the sound of raindrops drowned out the sound of footsteps. It wasn't until the knife stabbed into his body that the black shadow who had been attacked opened his mouth and let out a short scream.

Then it was silence again.

In the darkness, a few eyes glared at Guan Jie fiercely. One of them made a neck wiping gesture, and then they dragged the body and disappeared into the darkness.