Chapter 292 Rescue
After a few explosions were faintly heard in the direction of Pengyue Mountain, a green light flew from the sky.
Song Wuji fell into the camp and sat in front of the bonfire with a strange face.
I ignored a few people, and just frowned and muttered a series of things that shouldn't be, impossible, this is not the kind of words I know of Qingliu.
Chen Mu didn't dare to inquire about the details.
Judging from this performance, you can tell that Song Jianyuan went to fight and didn't win.
At this time, I asked, isn't that salt on the wound?
What if he doesn't pay back the money.
After a day's rest, Song Wuji flew to Pengyue Mountain again to fight.
When he came back again, his face still had that strange and unbelievable look on his face.
Chen Mu was no longer worried.
Although this Song Prisoner couldn't do the Snow Demon Qing Liu, at least he could save his life.
Since the creditor can live well, Chen Mu will follow him.
It's just that he activates the seven souls to return to the origin every night and observes the surroundings, for fear of being confused again.
Wushan six brothers and sisters have no complaints. Even quite cooperative.
They were also frightened by their previous experience of falling into a hallucination.
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Two more days later.
Song Prison seems to have found a way.
He took Leng Yuechan, who had been sleeping underground all the time, to Pengyue Mountain.
It didn't take long for them to hear a quack quack.
This time the plan is very useful.
More than a dozen people came to Dwarf Mountain that afternoon.
One by one, the gray clothes were bunt, and their faces were haggard.
Chen Mu didn't know him either. But looking at how many people were dressed, I knew that they were all disciples of the lower courtyard.
"I heard that they are all disciples at the foot of the mountain."
In the evening, beside the bonfire, Wu Ruo shared the news she had inquired.
"Because of financial constraints, I didn't go to the dojo."
Because it is far away from Leng Yuetan, it is less affected, so is this the first to break free from the illusion?
Chen Mu understood.
...
In the next few days, with the thunderous cries of quack quacks, people came to the vicinity of the low mountain one after another.
Even met Shang Huan and Hao Lao.
They appeared with Mo Wuzhou.
"Xiao Mu, you escaped too, that's great!" Old Hao lost weight, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Chen Mu excitedly.
"Fucked away." Chen Mu also sighed with emotion.
He thought he would never see the old neighbor again.
"Thanks to Xiao Mo." Hao Laoman was very fortunate: "He found the problem and saved us. Otherwise, we would not have been able to support Song Prison's action, and we would have been buried in Pengyue Mountain."
Chen Mu couldn't help but look at Mo Wuzhou not far away.
There were dozens of lower court disciples gathered around the other side, all of whom were rescued by the other side.
Chen Mu couldn't help but admire it.
In the Snow Demon Realm, there are indeed some means to protect yourself and save so many people.
Looking at the respectful faces of the people next to him, they were completely obedient.
Chen Mu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
"As expected of the first genius in the lower house for decades, the real protagonist."
...
In the evening, piles of bonfires were lit on the side of the low mountain.
The camp beside the pool has expanded and expanded, and there are already seventy or eighty people around the pool.
Chen Mu gave up his original position and left it to Song Wuji.
Mo Wuzhou and several of the lower courtyards who escaped are in charge and gathered there.
After all, Chen Mu is an otaku and is not used to being with too many strangers.
So I found a location near the edge of the mountain to set up camp.
No one cares, feel free.
Before the bonfire, Chen Mu closed his eyes and rested.
The flickering light flickered on his face.
He looked regretfully at the gray wall that appeared in the void in front of him.
Raising Spirit Mantra: Limit;
More than a month has passed since the last upgrade.
When he was in the dojo, he spent most of his time practicing spiritual mantras, and his experience was gradually filled.
"It's a pity that it's only Tier 3."
"It would be better if it was like the Five Ghost Bags, with more ranks and more abilities." Chen Mu thought greedily.
But there is also a single benefit to being single.
The first two levels of raising spirit mantras are called raising spirits, which are more like invocation of spirits, and the spirituality inherent in magic instruments.
Perfecting the Spirit Raising Mantra can be regarded as having the ability worthy of the name - Raising the Spirit.
A secret technique used to nurture the spirituality of yin and yang. The stronger the spirituality, the stronger the magic weapon.
It seems that this upgrade route was set at the beginning of the refining of this magic weapon.
"From the point of view of this kind of growth, this magic weapon is very unusual."
"The future is limitless."
...
"I'm happy to see that my brothers and sisters can escape smoothly."
As soon as Chen Mu opened his eyes, he saw Shang Huan, who was now two meters tall and tall, was licking his face and trying to get in touch with the six Wushan brothers and sisters.
He secretly approached a few people and whispered.
"Mr. Gongsun contacted me just now, saying that he has successfully escaped and is in a corner of our camp."
"He also asked us to get together first, so that his elders could arrange the action in a unified manner."
"We had a great time working together last time. Mr. Gongsun is very satisfied after knowing it."
"If we say we should cooperate sincerely, everyone can earn money." Shang Huan talked with a natural face.
The six Wushan brothers and sisters looked at Shang Huan, who was serious.
He looked at Chen Mu by the bonfire not far away.
His face was weird.
Didn't this fat man know that the person in front of him was Gongsun Sheng?
The ability to pull the tiger's skin and pull the flag is really profound!
They almost believed it!
Noticing the gazes of several people, Shang Huan was stunned.
"This is my little brother, very close, it's okay to know about our affairs." Shang Huan sat next to Chen Mu and put his arms around Chen Mu's shoulder with a familiar expression on our face.
"He is the friend I told you about the chef of Bazhenlou."
"Let him show his hand at dinner tonight, you will know what I said is true." Shang Huan patted Chen Mu's shoulder carelessly.
The six couldn't help but look sideways.
You are really brave!
"I'm not hungry!" Ai Ji shouted immediately, looking at Chen Mu's expressionless face, the cold sweat broke down immediately.
"I have two breakfasts today, it's late, how can I not be hungry!" Shang Huan was enthusiastic.
Immediately, he whispered to Chen Mu, "Brother, you have to help my brother."
Chen Mu glanced at the dead fat man.
In the past, I wanted to ask you for news, so I let you eat and drink, and now you want me to help you support the scene?
"I'll give you the money!"
This...this is a bit difficult.
Shang Huan smiled and stretched out three fingers: "Three white jade coins!"
Chen Mu immediately squinted at Shang Huan.
I see that you are going blind!
I am selling 8000000000000000000 of white jade now, so you will send me three white jade coins?
"We're really not hungry!" Ai Ji shouted in horror.
If you really eat this meal, will you be pumped to death by the power of your mind?
"Three per person!" Shang Huan gritted his teeth.
Chen Mu turned his head and looked at Ai Ji blankly.
"No, you're hungry!"
Ai Ji: "..."
"You go hunting, slaughtering, and cleaning, I'm only in charge of roasting meat." Chen Mu turned to look at Shang Huan again.
It's not because of that little white jade money, but mainly because of the consummation of the Spirit Raising Mantra today, and we must have a good meal to celebrate!
"okay!"
...
night.
Beside the bonfire, Chen Mu carried a roasted deer leg and cut a whole wooden plate of roasted meat for himself.
While eating slowly, he reached out and took the gray cloth bag that Shang Huan handed over.
"Three less." Chen Mu said lightly.
"Eight people, twenty-four, that's right." Shang Huan was puzzled.
"Nine people." Chen Mu said lightly.
"You count yourself?" Shang Huan couldn't believe it.
"What do you say?"
Shang Huan had to take out three more white jade coins with a painful face.
Three years ago, his entire worth was less than twenty-seven. Now a meal is a disaster. distressed.
Chen Mu put it away with satisfaction.
Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.
Last year, he sold Dingshen Pills and only made sixty white jade a month. I earned almost half a month's income from one meal, which is quite a lot.
And recently, I just lent out 15,000 yuan of white jade money, and I was really a little flustered.
I don't know if Song Wuji will default on his debt...
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The six brothers and sisters in Wushan buried their heads in eating meat and did not dare to look up.
After a long while, Wu Ruo dared to speak. Like the previous days, tell the news she has gathered.
"The wind and snow on Mount Pengyue has passed Lengyuefang and began to spread down the mountain."
"There is no news about that Fu Duyuan yet. Some people say he fell into it, and some people say he ran away ahead of time."
"Liang Yi, a disciple of the Song Prison Academy, still hasn't come out."
"possible……"
Chen Mu's face was not good-looking.
The two congealed...
Isn't this Qingliu Snow Demon too powerful?
He looked up again at the camp where there were not a hundred people in sight, and couldn't help sighing.
Pengyueshan Lower Court is considered finished, and I don't know if it will be disbanded.
"There are rumors that Song Juyuan intends to dissolve the lower house."
"The reason why he is still here is to save his apprentice." Wu Ruo whispered.
Chen Mu couldn't help frowning.
If Song Wuji really just took the pick and left.
With more than 100 of them, it is difficult to get out of this deep mountain and forest safely!
"Save more supplies and plan for the worst."