Chapter 490 Living God

On the outskirts of Daqing Mountain, behind a hillside somewhere, more than a hundred Yin spirits carrying knives and swords gathered together in groups.

"Listen to me. We are here to collect tolls today, not to fight with others. No one is allowed to do anything without my order."

"If you lose your life by acting recklessly, don't blame me for not warning you in advance." The fat leader with a sinister face shouted loudly.

"What if those caravans don't pay?" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but say.

"No?!" Fat Touling twisted his face and waddled among the crowd with a big belly: "If you don't give it... I won't give it to you. Do you still want to rob me? You don't want your life."

He looked nonchalant: "When you return to Qingshan City, just say that the other person ran too fast to catch up."

"We are the Green Mountain Bandits, isn't this a bit cowardly..." Someone whispered.

"Coward? Haha, you have to hand over all the things you robbed. With just a few dollars a month, what are you doing with your life?" The fat leader looked askance at the Yin Ling.

On the other side of the hillside, Chen Mu, who had been hiding for a while, looked strange.

This bandit's thinking is a bit strange...

This was already the second day since he left the small col.

Deciding to go to Qingyang City, he didn't delay any more and moved the entire thatched hut into Qiandeng City, and set off on the same day.

Following the direction pointed out by the two Yin spirits, Chen Mu found the bandit stronghold here. Originally, they wanted to catch a group of vicious bandits and interrogate them for information, but they didn't expect to encounter a group of lazy bandits.

"I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky." Chen Mu walked out from the other side of the hillside with a strange look on his face.

"What are you doing!" the fat leader asked with a fierce look on his face.

"Collecting tolls." Chen Mu responded with a smile.

Fat leader: "..."

Collect tolls?

This is a fucking joke on me!

"Copycat!" His big fat face suddenly turned red.

Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

"My mind is indeed very clear, but it's a pity that my eyesight is not very good."

The order of Emperor Yan Mo!

Whoosh!

All the Yin spirits who had just stood up raised their hands above their heads.

Chen Mu raised his hand with a smile, and little fluorescent lights flew into the crowd.

Demonic spirit species!

…

"Qingyang City doesn't accept lonely souls and wild ghosts?" Chen Mu frowned as he looked at the fat leader Lu Tong with a flattering smile in front of him.

"I won't accept it." Lu Tong shook his head repeatedly: "Otherwise, I would have gone to Qingyang City long ago."

"Life in the mountains is hard, but it's not like Qingyang City, where you can find everything you need to eat, drink, and have fun."

"You won't accept the new Yin spirits either?" Chen Mu didn't believe it.

"Don't accept them if you come to them yourself, only if you have a guarantee." Lu Tong explained: "There are more than ten acropolises under Qingyang City. They are stationed along the Wangchuan River. They are mainly responsible for collecting new Yin spirits, those with good talents. Then I will send it to Qingyang City."

"If you are an ordinary newborn Yin spirit, you have to live in the small town below for more than ten years. After obtaining the household registration status in the small town, you are allowed to go to Qingyang City."

This is different from Jigucheng.

Chen Mu frowned, and after thinking about it for a moment, he realized something.

According to Old Ghost Shen, although Ji Ancient City has a history of hundreds of years, it can only be regarded as a new city. The city owner is eager to increase his strength, so he will not refuse the arrival of new Yin spirits.

Qingyang City has existed for a long time and has no shortage of Yin spirits. After the initial expansion stage, it is qualified to select and select, so it will not randomly include new Yin spirits.

It's a bit troublesome.

Chen Mu scratched his head.

First go to the Acropolis under the jurisdiction of Qingyang City for how many years?

It’s not impossible…

"Actually, there is still a way to enter Qingyang City." Lu Tong's little eyes rolled, with a shrewd look on his face: "There are countless shops in Qingyang City. If you can be invited by them as a customer and provide a guarantee, you can enter Qingyang City." Yangcheng.”

"Then why don't you go?" Chen Mu looked sideways at Lu Tong.

"The main reason is that the conditions are a bit harsh." Lu Tong sneered: "First of all, you have to be strong, at least a Yin soldier. And you have to sign a secret contract. If you don't, you have to sell your life to these companies for decades."

"I'm not strong enough, and I've sold my life to Qingshan City, so I can't go this way."

"But you are different." Lu Tong winked and chuckled: "You have this magical power to control people. As long as you make the whole company your own, the deed is just a piece of waste paper, and you don't have to work hard at all."

sure!

Chen Mu couldn't help but look sideways.

This guy's brain is really good. In just a moment, he has already figured out a way for himself.

Chen Mu couldn't help but think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it became.

He didn't want to use the demon spirit seed to harm anyone, he just wanted to use the caravan as a guarantee to go to Qingyang City.

On the one hand, to avoid the danger of strange monsters in the wild, and on the other hand, with the help of Qingyang City's well-informed information to inquire about Fengdu City, you can definitely find a caravan to cooperate.

As for the secret contract, if the demon spirit is planted there and you become one of your own, you won't be afraid of being cheated even if you sign it.

Done!

…

Outside Daqingshan.

The wide road was dark but unexpectedly smooth, as if it were made of melted glass.

Thirty or forty groups of black clouds lined up in a long dragon. The black clouds were mixed with wisps of dim yellow flames and kept rolling. They were carrying tall withered yellow wooden boxes that were four to five meters wide and more than ten meters long. They were running quickly.

The wooden box on the leading flame's driving cloud is only half the size of the other wooden boxes, but it has doors on the front and back with windows on both sides, and the surface is beautifully carved. It is more like a house than a cargo box.

The floor inside is carpeted, there are desks, tall cabinets, wooden chairs and round stools, and there are even two green leaf bonsais in the corner.

There is a low table beside the window on the right, with a log-colored square table in the middle. Two people, an old man and a young man, are arranged on both sides of the low table.

Among them, the old man with gray beard and hair sat upright and said: "Young Master, the City Lord's Mansion requires us to provide another living god this month."

"You want more?" The young man in white clothes who was half lying on the pillow reading a book across from him couldn't help but sit up.

Lifting the black teapot on the low table to fill the tea cup in front of the old man, the young man in white frowned: "Since ten years ago, the City Lord's Mansion has had more and more demands for living gods."

"It used to be a once-a-year expedition, but now it has become a once-a-month expedition. It seems that the mortal world in this world is not very peaceful."

The old man couldn't help but nod: "This is just one of them. The city lord may also have the intention of weakening the strength of each family."

The white-faced young man twitched his lips and said, "He is just a stubborn old man who is always afraid that others will take his place."

"The city lord is indeed quite old." The gray-haired old man nodded: "He has not been to Tianwaitian for nearly a hundred years, and his strength is probably impossible to advance. He doesn't want to give up the current situation, so he naturally starts to play with balancing power."

"Fortunately, it's not blocking everyone's path to advancement. As long as you are strong enough, you can build a city on your own, and the city lord will also provide help with secret techniques."

"He's not so kind." The young man in white curled his lips: "He just regards this as a good business."

"He is allowed to build the city on his own, and he also provides help, but the prerequisite is that he must sign a harsh contract and provide him with enough benefits. Otherwise, Shang Yang will not go out and build Qingshan City by himself."

The gray-haired old man shook his head slightly but did not refute. Instead, he brought up the original topic: "Then this year's quota..."

The white-faced young man shook his head: "We can no longer use our own people."

"There have been many living gods sent to the underworld over the years, but how many of them have come back alive? The talents our family has worked so hard to cultivate cannot just be sent away in vain."

"Go to Qingshan City to buy? The price is not cheap." The gray-haired old man shook his head. "I know that everyone is reluctant to part with their own Yin soldiers. The price of Yin soldiers in Qingshan City has been increasing year after year. That Shanggui King has made up his mind to kill us."

The young man in white couldn't help gritting his teeth: "This Shang Yang is not a fuel-efficient lamp either."

While weighing the pros and cons, there was a sudden noise from the front of the motorcade.

The two of them looked out the window and saw at a glance more than a hundred people carrying knives and swords, rushing down the hillside not far away.

And behind the bandits, there was a person falling far away. The other party was tall and thin, wearing a black outfit, with an expressionless face and sharp eyes. A looming silver vertical line between his eyebrows made him look a little colder, and he was incompatible with the rabble in front of him.

"That man... is a Yin soldier?" Noticing the aura of the other party, the young man in white couldn't help but be startled.

"It's most likely that he has awakened his magical power, the ghost pattern." The gray-haired old man squinted his eyes for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"Qingshan City can collect tolls and send Yin soldiers? Are Shang Yang's soldiers so rich?" The young man in white was confused.

"Looking at his clothes, he doesn't look like someone from Qingshan City." The gray-haired old man shook his head.

"A lonely ghost... or a sinister soldier?" The young man in white couldn't help but smile on his face: "Look, this living god who doesn't spend money is here, haha..."