Chapter 336 Mosquito Society

The layout of Chaos Walled City is different from other places;

Parent-child restaurants all have a large L-shaped counter on the street, and the counter is filled with blood juice of the brand "Laoganma", which can be warmed up and drunk at any time.

The servants of the blood clan are short of blood in the afternoon and evening. They always spend four copper coins - this was more than 200 years ago, and now it costs one gold coin per milliliter - to stand on the second floor of the walled city, receive hot blood transfusion and rest;

If you are willing to spend one more gold coin, you can go up to the second floor, get some fresh blood of the brand "Little Boy", and the Black Eight Characters Hospital will give you another arm.

But most of these residents are short-lived species, and they are probably not so generous. Only the nobles of the immortal species, or the VIPs recognized by the Second Amendment, are qualified to go to the third floor, ask for blood and meat, and drink slowly while sitting.

[Deep Sea Tattoo Shop] is the only tattoo shop registered with foreign capital on the third floor, and it is also the most prosperous and luxurious shop in the entire Chaos Walled City.

Even though the entire Chaos Walled City was affected by the revised law, the Deep Sea Tattoo Shop was still not affected at all, because this was the promised land.

The owner of the tattoo shop, the residents of the Walled City respectfully called him Mr. Deep Sea.

His basin had countless twisted sucker tentacles.

When he tattooed people, he spit out ink from the ink sac in his mouth, mixed it with the ashes and mercury ground from the arms of the people in the lower city, and engraved these special pigments on the back of the customer, outlining the pattern, and it could form a blessing emblem similar to the holy mark.

Because there was mercury in the material, the residents of the Walled City respectfully called it silver streak. Silver streak can make all living beings itch unbearably, unable to extricate themselves and unable to get rid of it, and indulge in this forbidden pleasure like poisoning.

He ground the bone marrow of civilians into ash, and then made it into silver streak, which was engraved into the spines of other races to control and enslave them.

——This is also the technique of human alchemy. All deep-sea demons are masters of human alchemy.

Even the most vampires are not as good as the deep-sea demons in sucking blood.

The smart deep-sea demon parents smeared blood on gold coins since childhood. The little deep-sea demons who licked gold coins since childhood knew that the taste of blood was the same as gold coins;

There are also historical records that the prophecy of the fall of Naraku and the destruction of the gods never existed. The red moon shattered and fell from the sky ten years ago because gold coins fell on the small pits on the surface of the red moon, and then the deep-sea demons found

Even the most chaotic rainbow apostles are not as chaotic as the deep-sea demons.

At the beginning, the deep-sea demons were only taken in by the Chaos Castle, but only a few hundred years later, these deep-sea demons have become the real masters of this land. As long as they successfully run for parliamentarians, they will completely expel all the chaotic residents.

Today, Mr. Deep Sea still stands on countless skeletons, overlooking the entire Chaos Walled City from top to bottom. Watching the wonderful gunfights of the untouchables, Mr. Deep Sea's mouth showed a happy smile. He was happy to see these idiots killing each other.

They are the most perfect race, they are the race most blessed by the Chaos Mother Goddess and her Outer Gods. Chaos Walled City is their promised land. After this, even the entire Holy City of Awad will be in their pockets!

It is impossible to make money from the Deep Sea Demons!

It cannot be heard, seen,

and even described!

They are the great terror from the deep sea!

"Ansu Milton, right?"

"Are you the new orphan?" Mr. Shenhai exhaled hot air from his nose. He glanced at the boy in front of him and whispered from the depths of his throat like an ancient god, "Why should I hire you?"

"The job is yours, and the salary is yours too." Mr. Shenhai was furious, "Why did you take all the benefits!"

Ansu was in awe. He was worthy of being the legendary deep sea demon. He spoke with golden words.

If he wanted to complete the first main task perfectly, he had to earn money from Mr. Shenhai.

"Hmph." Mr. Shenhai sneered, and the ancient god whispered from the depths of his throat, "I think your intentions are not pure. You fled to the third floor to my paradise on earth because of the war. You are afraid of being shot. Don't expect me to take you in."

He looked at the handle in Ansu's hand and was even more furious. He always took advantage of others. How could he let others take advantage of him?

"And my wife and son are enough to help me in my shop." Mr. Shenhai sneered, "No other temporary workers are needed."

Under the influence of the Second Law, the entire Chaos Walled City broke out in war, and the tattoo shop was one of the few places that was pardoned by the law.

So how to drag the Deep Sea Demons into the battlefield?

"Mr. Shenhai, you misunderstood."

The smart Ansu thought for a while and replied with a smile,

"I came here to inform you that the downstairs is actually doing a big opening promotion. The countdown is 24 hours, and bullets are given away for a limited time. First come first served while supplies last."

When he heard the word "free", Mr. Shenhai's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly rolled up his wife and son with his tentacles and threw them out of the third floor, and earnestly told him: "Take a few more bullets before you come back!"

Mr. Shenhai was worried about handing such important matters to outsiders.

"Your shop is now short of assistants." Ansu was very considerate.

"Hehe, what kind of skills do you have?"

Mr. Shenhai pulled off his hood, revealing his entire face of the ancient god; countless twisted suckers and tentacles slowly wriggled, withered yellow pupils as strange as a dead well, yellowed skin and huge nose covered half of his face, it was an uncomfortable face, a face blessed by the outer gods, if a mortal looked at it, the whole soul would fall into this chaos and error.

"You should know that the silver tattoo in our shop can make people's souls itch unbearably and painful!"

But Ansu smiled, he raised his eyes generously, staring at Mr. Shenhai's pupils fearlessly, as if the huge pollution did not exist.

This surprised Mr. Shenhai, because even Count Dracula, who was a demigod, did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

They are the messengers of the gods!

"I can do this kind of thing, too."

"I've prepared the mosquito body tools."

Ansu had the purest smile on his lips, his blue eyes were pure and flawless, he slowly reached into the lining of his robe and took out a small transparent box; Mr. Deep Sea suddenly realized that something terrible was being conceived, coming, and being born. He stared at the boy in front of him, but heard the boy whispering sacredly,

"That is the night elf swaying in the twilight and dusk, the black period of the Creator's fate for the world."

"Invisible, inaudible, invisible is you, everything is you, you are invisible, you are everywhere."

"Come out, dead mosquito!"

What a terrible hidden weapon!

Mr. Deep Sea stared at Ansu, but saw two black spots rushing out of the small box. This was a species he had never seen before. They crossed the sky at a very fast speed and circled around his body. In just a blink of an eye, Mr. Deep Sea felt an incomparable itch coming from his side.

Mr. Shenhai was horrified. Ansu actually carried mosquitoes as hidden weapons!

This young man was even more chaotic than expected!

Under Ansu's demigod-like mental control, those flowing black dots were like an artist drawing ink around Mr. Shenhai. The crimson red dots were the lines painted. Those red dots were connected together to form a tattoo carefully drawn by Ansu.

In the center of Mr. Shenhai's back, a "handle" pattern composed of red packets bitten by mosquitoes suddenly appeared!

This is Ansu's mosquito body!

He could feel that the itchy touch was more tempting than the silver lines he refined.

And the mosquito path was right behind him, and the position was extremely delicate, so he couldn't scratch it at all!

Even if the eight tentacles on Mr. Shenhai's cheeks were twisted and curled, they still couldn't reach it.

The most important thing is that Mr. Shenhai also felt that his blood was sucked away. He always sucked other people's blood, but now his blood was sucked away by others. This is something that even vampire nobles can't do!

This creature called 'mosquito' is really terrifying.

"This is the mosquito body I designed." An Su smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Did you design this Sima bastard?"

Mr. Shenhai was completely angry. He attacked the wooden zither that An Su could not choose countless times in his heart. He didn't care about the contract and was about to grind An Su into ashes.

Although it was itchy enough, it was a disgusting itch, and the duration was very slight. It would dissipate in a few days at most. This kind of tattoo was not only more disgusting and more born, but the effect was completely incomparable to the silver pattern in their store.

"Mr. Shenhai." The young man's blue eyes stared at Shenhai calmly, with only kindness in his peaceful eyes, "As we all know, mosquito body is also a kind of tattoo. Since it is a tattoo, you can charge money, which is the tattoo fee."

Mr. Shenhai was stunned.

"As long as you hire my mosquitoes as employees of your tattoo shop at the price of one copper coin each, and let me use all my resources to cultivate and reproduce them, and hire their descendants as your employees."

"Finally, let the mosquitoes bite all the residents of Chaos City and draw tattoos on their backs." An Su said. "You can forcibly collect 'mosquito body fees' from the people of the whole city!"

Employ mosquitoes as employees?

It seems that this operation is theoretically feasible.

What a clear and wonderful idea!

Mr. Shenhai's eyes suddenly became clear.

Under the blessing of the Chaos Law, the Chaos Church is an open and inclusive civilized world. All races have human rights and all art is respected, so mosquitoes can also be hired!

As employees of their tattoo shop, they have the right to charge fees for tattooing people.

As a mosquito as a clerk, if it bites someone, of course it can charge mosquito body fees! This is absolutely recognized by the Chaos Law!

Regardless of whether the citizens who were bitten were willing or not, Mr. Shenhai's shop assistants had already left the tattoos, so they should pay. No one dared to sue them for "forced buying and selling" because forced buying and selling was a legal business in the Chaos Church.

What's more, this was the business of the squids.

"And the silver tattoos in your store are lifelong. Once they are tattooed, they cannot be washed off. A customer can only do one business in his lifetime."

Ansu is a good boy. He said considerately, "And my tattoos will disappear in a few days, so if a customer can be tattooed repeatedly in his lifetime, we can charge the tattoo fee repeatedly!"

Mr. Shenhai's eyes burst into a gleam.

"And our tattoo service is a door-to-door service."

Ansu smiled gently, "Then we can also charge citizens an additional travel fee."

Mr. Shenhai's pupils trembled violently.

"Even in the early morning, when everyone is asleep, our staff still works tirelessly to serve the citizens."

"We can also collect three times the amount of -"

Ansu whispered in Mr. Shenhai's ear like an angel,

"Overtime pay."

Mr. Shenhai was completely impressed, and he was deeply impressed by Ansu's idea.

As a deep-sea demon, a squid demon whose blood-sucking level is far higher than that of vampires, he originally thought that with their skills in exploiting people, they had no rivals in this world, but he didn't expect that there is always someone better than you.

"We can charge by red dots, one copper coin for one red dot." An Su calculated, "It takes about 500 red dots for a mosquito to bite a pattern. With travel expenses and overtime pay, a mosquito can bring you a profit of 100 gold coins a night."

This kind of heart-moving feeling.

Mr. Shenhai felt his heart pounding. He felt that the boy in front of him was like a demon in mythology, saying beautiful words that tempted people. Mr. Shenhai warned himself again and again in his heart not to be fooled and not to let An Su make his money.

Until, An Su smiled and said the last sentence,

"The last and most important point."

"After hiring mosquitoes as employees, we can buy employee insurance for mosquitoes."

"If the customer can't help but kill our employees during the door-to-door service, then we can claim work injury fees from customers and insurance companies at the same time according to the price of ordinary employees. After my calculation"

"One mosquito, one thousand gold coins."

You are a blood-sucking family, a blood-sucking devil!

Mr. Shenhai is now 100% sure that the boy in front of him is definitely not an ordinary person. He must be the successor of a certain councilor in the Holy City. Only a councilor can suck blood like this.

"I agree."

"It's this kind of heart-beating feeling! It's great!"

Mr. Shenhai can no longer suppress the crazy nature in his heart, "It's this kind of pleasure that comes up from the little taste, this kind of despair and pain of wanting to kill his whole family, this wonderful climax of sucking blood, it's so delicious, this creature called 'mosquito', - is simply the messenger of God that our Deep Sea Demon Clan has been pursuing so far!"

"It's better than the demon species cicada."

If there is a 100% benefit, the Deep Sea Demon Clan can risk their lives to correct it,

and now it's more than a 100% benefit, one copper coin for a thousand gold coins, which is tens of thousands of times.

"I will provide sufficient magic resources and connections." Mr. Shenhai patted Ansu's back with his tentacles, "Fully train our mosquito employees!"

"If you want to sell it at a good price, you must have a nice name." Ansu smiled, "I will call it 'Fallen Angel'."

"Very good, Fallen Angel, it's a nice name." Mr. Shenhai rolled his tentacles happily, "In this place not affected by the war, I want you to vigorously train our Fallen Angel."

Mr. Shenhai, who was blinded by huge profits, did not notice the shadow between Ansu's smiling eyelids.

Ansu wanted to train more than just Fallen Angels.