Chapter 1516: No-Cost Business, Great Harvest of Materials!

Under a high hill not far from Zhushikeng.

Hundreds of people sat quietly here, their eyes were not as fearful as those of normal refugees, but rather a bit fanatical and excited.

The tribe was destroyed and there was no base, so what?

The chief had promised everyone that he would take them to a place with more fertile land to rebuild their homes.

What's the problem with only one week's worth of food?

Zhang Tai, the chief priest of the Zhushikeng tribe, was a close friend of the priest Thomas, so it would be easy to borrow some supplies.

With this idea in mind, many people were even fantasizing about their future lives.

However, Huang Xiangyu and the other five were lying on a high place, looking at the deep pit that was gradually shrouded by the night, and their faces were full of worries.

Ordinary residents did not know the specific situation, so it was fine if they were blindly optimistic.

The five of them knew clearly that the chief had been seriously injured by Zhang Tai before.

And Zhang Tai was not Thomas's close friend, and both of them wanted to kill each other.

Including the killing orders received by the snow bandits before, most of them were issued by Zhushikeng tribe.

"Hey, do you think this will work?"

Zhang Liubang rubbed his hands. If anyone in the surrounding area is a big family, it has to be Zhushikeng, which is close to the Yunxiao tribe.

Zhushikeng did not open up much territory throughout the spring, and even only half of the arable land was cultivated.

Zhang Tai devoted most of his energy to the work of accommodating refugees in the surrounding area.

Among these refugees, there are poor people who failed to survive the severe winter and whose original tribes were disbanded, and there are also wanderers who fled from other cracks and are eager to settle down in the No. 37 crack.

Today, the number of residents in Zhushikeng tribe has rapidly increased from more than 300 people in the deep winter to more than 700 people, and there is a tendency to gather into a tribe of 1,000 people.

But this is normal. The population of the tribe represents the strength of the priest.

For a tribe with a third-level high priest, 1,000 people are the standard, and when it reaches the fourth level, it will be increased to 3,000 people.

For example, the 10,000-person tribe in the 37th crack all has a level 5 priest in charge.

It is difficult to recruit people in Zhushikeng during the deep winter, so the gap must be quickly filled in the spring to avoid being mistaken by other tribes as Zhang Tai, the high priest.

"Why worry about it every day? Since the lord and the priest dare to go in, they are sure."

Huang Xiangyu raised his head and glared at Zhang Liubang.

What a joke, if something really goes wrong, ordinary people like them will be buried with them?

Besides, the priest Thomas can kill the level 3 priest of the snow bandits with one punch, so what is a tribal priest?

"I am just worried..."

Zhang Liubang lowered his head in disappointment.

"Okay, Lao Zhang didn't mean it, stop talking nonsense, just wait."

Kong Geliang seemed to have discovered a clue and raised his hand to signal the guards below to come over.

"Organize three teams, quietly approach, and investigate what's going on down there."

"Yes."

Two people in a group, six people quietly set out from the hidden hillside.

Soon, the front group returned at the fastest speed, with uncontrollable excitement on their faces, bringing exciting good news.

"Captain, captain, they are moving the supplies out of the warehouse!"

"Really?"

The five people were shocked and refreshed.

At the same time, the other two teams also returned one after another, also bringing exciting news.

"I saw the patriarch and the priest standing with the high priest Zhang Tai."

"Wheelbarrows, dozens of wheelbarrows, loaded with the tents and moisture-proof cloth we need."

There are so many?

Su Mo was actually a little surprised.

Before, I thought that Zhushikeng could only provide two months of supplies for a hundred people, which was the limit.

However, he overlooked one thing.

Zhushikeng was poor, but Yunxiao tribe was not poor.

As an old tribe of 10,000 people, Yunxiao tribe's standing supplies were at least at the level of 100,000 people.

Zhang Tai married his daughter to the tribe for this benefit.

The chief of the Yunxiao tribe wanted to use Zhang Tai's status as the high priest to give himself more say in the tribe.

The two benefited each other, and they brought supplies for a thousand people in the spring.

"These are the supplies that the Yunxiao tribe sent to us some time ago. They are enough for a thousand people for three months. We haven't even unpacked them. You can take them away, all of them."

Anything that can be solved with supplies is not a problem.

Zhang Tai bowed his head and made the "correct" choice between living in humility and dying.

Only now that his breath has calmed down can he feel Su Mo's exaggerated strength now.

Level 4 priest.

An ordinary person two months ago is now one level higher than him.

And Thomas... is even more outrageous. He has reached the same level as the Yunxiao tribe. Level 5 priest.

Are these two people practicing on a rocket?

And compared to Qian Jin's practice of being neither human nor ghost, the two look much more normal.

This also made Zhang Tai have some different thoughts in his mind, and he was even more unwilling to die.

"If we leave, if Sha Ming catches up with us, you will probably die."

When the supplies were loaded onto the wheelbarrow and started to be pushed out through the entrance, Su Mo turned his head and smiled.

"Before, the fifth-level priest of the Yunxiao tribe could protect you, but now Sha Ming has been promoted to the sixth level and has mastered the seventh and eighth level magic. Killing you may be as easy as killing a chicken."

"That's right, so I'm going to tell Xia Fenghan, the high priest of the Yunxiao Tribe, to report it to the Priest Affairs Office. Otherwise, who can stop the ravages of a sixth-level evil cultivator in crack No. 37?"

Zhang Tai sighed and said what he was thinking.

Seeking the skin of a tiger has its advantages. When he first cooperated with Sha Ming, he had already thought of today's outcome.

"If you report him, won't the matter of you providing blood food be revealed?" Sumo said with a strange expression, "Is it possible that you still have connections in the Priest Affairs Office and can suppress this matter?"

"Well..."

Zhang Tai was a little stunned when Su Mo guessed his idea.

The Priest Affairs Office is also headed by people from this sect. Xia Fenghan, the high priest of the Yunxiao Tribe, is the deputy director.

They only provided blood food for more than a hundred heads, and they were all refugees suffering from diseases.

Even if evidence is found, this matter can be explained with Xia Fenghan as guarantee.

"If you think so, then I advise you to act quickly. If it's a little later, Sha Ming might come."

"Also, do you know what to say about us coming here today and borrowing supplies?"

"Clear, absolutely clear."

Zhang Tai nodded repeatedly and breathed a long sigh of relief. The big stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

After all, money was what moved people's hearts. As long as these two murderers were sent away, he made up his mind to immediately go to the Yunxiao tribe to find Xia Fenghan.

But the purpose is completely opposite to what I just said.

Sha Ming is just an idle evil cultivator. Whether he is level 6 or level 7, he is not uncommon in radiation cracks.

As long as there is no climate, the Priest Affairs Office will often turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing has happened.

Only when evil cultivators begin to attack major tribes and seek blood food unscrupulously will the Affairs Office send someone to warn them.

Yes, just a warning.

After all, asking a high-level priest from a low-serial crack to deal with it is expensive, equivalent to one-third of the supplies of a tribe of ten thousand people.

"Ask Priest Xia to help out and invite low-ranking sixth- and seventh-level priests to come over and deal with Sha Ming. He will only agree to me if his head is broken."

"But if I tell him that the Fire Fist tribe possesses an evil method that allows ordinary people to become a fourth-level priest in two months, he will definitely be very interested."

"This is your chance to reach the sky in one step."

Thinking in his mind, Zhang Tai fell silent after that, silently watching the carts of materials being transported away.

other side.

Since the supplies were not saved by themselves, the new and old residents of the Zhushikeng tribe did not feel distressed.

After being told by the clan leader Chen Haifeng that the surrounding tribes needed material support, the Yunxiao tribe would fill the gap.

These people even took the initiative to help pack the supplies and load them into wheelbarrows, and kindly handed them over to the receiving personnel of the Fire Fist tribe.

"It's strange, why are these people happier than us?"

Huang Xiangyu murmured in his heart, but soon put the matter behind him.

There are too many supplies shipped out.

At first it was just food, but later there were loads of daily necessities, one after another.

In less than half an hour, there were 152 members of the Fire Fist tribe, and they had an extra wheelbarrow filled with supplies.

"Either we say that a horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall."

"If the previous Fire Fist Tribe were to accumulate these supplies slowly, they would not be able to do it even after three to five years."

Sumo couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

In fact, I met a lot of refugees along the way, and only a dozen of them who really had no way to go chose to join.

When most of the others saw how poor the Fire Fist tribe was, they turned around and left, unable to hold them back.

Okay now, these supplies are the best golden signs, and you can't collect people aggressively along the way.

"etc..."

"Since these are supplies from the Yunxiao Tribe, why not..."

Seeing everyone's excitement, Sumo had some concerns.

He turned to look at Zhang Tai. The latter's expression had completely relaxed from the initial nervousness. He even showed an inexplicable smile from time to time. He didn't know what happy things he thought of.

"Priest Thomas, let's go."

Sumo smiled, and Thomas also smiled, and the two turned around and left with a tacit understanding.

It was so straightforward that Zhang Tai was a little surprised.

Do these two people really want to find a place to start over and develop the tribe?

But evil repair...

"Forget it, don't worry about their evil practices. When the time comes, just ask them how they practice."

"If they know each other and are willing to cooperate, they might be able to join the Yunxiao Tribe."

Zhang Tai comforted himself and returned to the room to start preparations.

It's getting late.

He decided to set off at dawn and go to the Yunxiao tribe to ask for help.

As for Sha Ming, he is actually not worried. So what if he dies and earns a fortune?

Cooperation will benefit both parties, while fighting will cause both parties to lose.

As long as enough blood food can be provided in the future, Sha Ming can suppress any opinions he has.

...

The moon is at the zenith.

The Harvest Fire Fist tribe set up camp thirty kilometers away from Zhushikeng.

Compared with living under the shelter of others and living in a narrow cave a few days ago, the brand new tent is undoubtedly much more comfortable.

Midway, the large tent group also attracted three passing refugees to join us, which was an unexpected surprise.

Curl smoke rose in the night.

It had been a long time since they had had a full meal, so everyone ate with open stomachs this time, directly consuming the supplies on the two wheelbarrows.

After filling his stomach, Su Mo returned to the tent with a clenched jaw, only to find that Tang Ma had been waiting inside.

"Hey, High Priest, why didn't you go to eat?"

"Zhang Tai..."

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? It's not too late to rest for a while before going over. He will definitely not slip away overnight."

Su Mo smiled helplessly.

Zhang Tai is not a fool. If the two of them have something else to do and find that he is not there, it will add to the trouble.

Besides, before leaving, he specifically asked them to quickly inform Sha Ming that he would come at any time. This is equivalent to a psychological hint, so that Zhang Tai would never guess that the two would come back.

At least tonight, he can't leave.

"How can the tribe leader be so skilled? Tang Ma feels that you... seem to have done it many times?"

"Uh."

Su Mo shook his head hurriedly, "This tribe leader is just lucky, High Priest, you have to believe me."

"Believe that you often do this kind of thing?"

Tang Ma suddenly smiled and waved his hand indifferently.

"It seems that the legend is true. Everyone who survives chasing the oracle will have a great opportunity. The patriarch must have experienced many magical things before, right?"

"Well, it's not very magical."

At least compared to the world of faith, the experiences in the wasteland world are far from magical.

"Can you tell Thomas about it? Since I crossed over, I have never been out of the 37th crack in my life."

"Okay."

Su Mo thought about it and simply changed his experience in the first sea god world and told Thomas about it.

The two worlds are highly related to a certain extent and have the same belief system.

"It's like a dream, but it's very real. I have seen many tangible gods..."

"Sea God, God of the Forest, God of Light..."

For the world of faith, the story told by Su Mo is like a fairy tale.

However, surprisingly, Thomas listened very seriously and nodded from time to time to express his own thoughts.

At the end, Thomas did not forget to ask questions.

"Has the tribe leader seen the giant stone god we worship?"

"Of course."

Suma nodded confidently. He wanted to tell Thomas that the giant stone god was the tribe leader in front of him.

But when the words came to his lips, he turned around.

"Priest Thomas, you will see it one day, I promise!"

"Really?"

Tangma showed a thoughtful look, and after holding it in for a long time, he suddenly said, "Tribal leader, I seem to be hungry."

"It's good to be hungry. Let's go to eat. We have to go out again tonight. It's not easy."

After Thomas left, Sumo closed his eyes and entered the God Island.

Before, the poor environment on the island made people toss and turn and have difficulty falling asleep, but now it has become a bad environment in reality.

Finding a protruding reef, Sumo began to close his eyes and rest.

Until two o'clock in the night.

"Tribal leader, we should set off."

"Okay."

In the sleepy Fire Fist Camp, only four guards were still on duty.

The two walked briskly, and headed straight for the Zhushikeng tribe after leaving the camp. It took only a little over an hour to reach the destination.

"I promised not to kill him at that time, High Priest, Zhang Tai is in your hands."

"Don't worry, on the day when the patriarch was injured, Tang Ma promised in front of the old patriarch's tomb that he would definitely pull out Zhang Tai's tendons and skin, making him live a life worse than death."

"Hey, there is such a thing."

Su Mo grinned, and the two separated at the entrance and exit of Zhushikeng.

It took only half an hour.

Blazing flames burst into flames in Zhushikeng, spreading from the material warehouse to the outside, and ruthlessly engulfing the wooden sheds outside.

"Oh no, it's on fire, the material warehouse is on fire, hurry up and get some!"

"Where's the water? Go get some water, why is the fire so big?"

"Fuck, why are there five fires? This side is also on fire. Hurry up and move the water tanks over."

"What? Our water tanks have been broken and we can only draw water from the well?"

"Invasion, there must be an invasion by foreign enemies. Go find the tribe leader and the high priest."

"..."

The small bamboo and stone pit was in chaos.

Hundreds of residents rushed out of their huts in fear and fell into despair as they looked at the flames flying all over the sky.

In just two or three minutes, the spreading fire had engulfed half of the huts, burning with crackling sounds.

But what made people even more desperate was

"Fuck, the tribe leader was assassinated. Damn, who doesn't want to live and dares to cause trouble for our Zhushikeng!"

"Oh no, where is the high priest? Why is the high priest gone?"

"It's the evil cultivator. The evil cultivator left a message here. He said... It's over. The high priest was killed by the evil cultivator!"

In the priest's shed, looking at the pool of flesh on the ground that was not human-shaped, and the words written on the wall next to it.

The residents who rushed in were stunned.

They couldn't believe that such a ridiculous scene would appear in a tribe with a third-level priest.

Is this world crazy? The evil cultivator is so bold?

"The high priest is dead, and the tribe leader is gone. Oh no, this Zhushikeng tribe is going to be finished."

"Get out of here, Zhushikeng is finished, I don't want to be buried with it!"

The old residents were still in a daze, but the new residents who had just joined the tribe didn't think so.

In an instant, the crowd separated from the middle.

More and more people rushed into the sheds that had not been affected yet and began to rescue supplies from them.

In a short time, the few traces were destroyed by these people, leaving no trace!

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