Chapter 981: Carrying Gold Coins

"Damn, I was tricked!"

"Their equipment is too good!"

The Bandit King lay on the door of the captain's room, listening to the conversation of the evil strangers outside.

Today's evil strangers are more irritable than before, and the reason is very simple. [Somado] is about to cut off all their low-level bandits.

Although Mammon has clearly issued an order not to conflict, the evil strangers also agree with this decision on the surface, but from the tone of those evil strangers, it doesn't seem like the result of [keeping a low profile and not conflicting].

I guess they were beaten to a pulp.

The Bandit King was a little confused. Some of the behaviors of Mammon, the farmer, were very contradictory. On the one hand, he advocated the power of evil and let the evil strangers stay in the Bandit King system, and on the other hand, he semi-forced the evil strangers to keep a low profile.

The consequence of this is that the evil strangers began to do small things behind Mammon's back. The conflict with [Somado] is just the most superficial. Maybe the evil strangers have begun to build their own bandit king system.

"Maybe... he is also forcing the evil strangers to do this."

The bandit king murmured, and then he heard familiar footsteps. His spirit on the verge of collapse could easily distinguish whose footsteps were.

It was Mammon. No matter what happened, Mammon would look around the entire shipwreck, without a day or a moment of error.

This stranger was not even an evil stranger, nor was he at the maximum level, but he was like some kind of terrible abyss. Fortunately, staring into this abyss, this abyss will not stare back.

Mammon pushed the door open and walked in. The evil strangers were on guard against each other, and the demons were on guard against each other. Everyone was afraid that someone would steal the wealth stored in the captain's room, but only Mammon made people feel inexplicably at ease.

Because he was not for the wealth, nor for gaining anything, he seemed to have no interest in this world.

The bandit king leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Mammon walked in and took a look at him, and he felt uncomfortable.

That was the feeling of being identified, which was the exclusive ability of the blessed.

This was a rather impolite behavior, which would make the identified person, or even any creature, feel uncomfortable. The strangers who had just come to this world did not leave a good impression on people, because they even had to identify a dog on the roadside, and they were too bothered by even a dog, and they really did it to the point where people hated dogs and abandoned them.

It is said that when the stranger was very weak, he identified the Black Beast Knight of the Beast Plain just out of curiosity, and then from that day on, the Black Beast Knight began to attack every passing stranger indiscriminately.

"Still no level, when can you become a monster?"

Mammon's plain words made the bandit king hold his arm tightly. He had witnessed the process of the bandit becoming a monster. Rather than gaining levels and strength, it was more like a piece of meat that was burned out of its soul and continuously burned by a ball of dirty flames.

After becoming a monster, they will become food for the evil strangers.

He dared not fall asleep, because as long as he closed his eyes, he could hear the ghosts and wolves howling from the evil strangers.

He was also afraid... when he opened his eyes again, he would no longer be himself.

"I thought [The Truth of the World] was a good theme, but it seems that it has been used too much. I need to change it... My family died in front of me... It's a bit ordinary..."

Mammon moved his eyes away, talking about some creepy topics while walking into the captain's room, and the evil strangers filed in.

Today is Saturday, but it is a peaceful Saturday. The bottom-level bandits were picked clean by [Somado], and there was no one to offer sacrifices.

The bandit king listened attentively, and the demons wandering on the deck had some chaos. The bottom will never disappear, and there will always be someone to become the new bottom.

If those ordinary human bandits become the bottom, it means that the demons around LV20 will become the new bottom. If [Somado] continues to cut, sooner or later it will be the turn of the LV100 demons.

The evil strangers did not notice the demons' restlessness. It was probably because they had used the demons as sandbags, which made them lose their sensitivity to their abnormal behavior. But Mammon must have noticed that this qualified farmer had been paying attention to these crops.

The bandit king exhaled. Mammon did not expose the tricks of the evil strangers. Instead, he was very serious about shaping [Somado] as a common enemy and planned a counterattack.

This aroused the enthusiasm of the evil strangers. Even the demons outside seemed to be infected and followed suit.

The bandit king quietly walked out along the wall. No one noticed him. He immediately quickened his pace and observed the sunken ship along Mammon's patrol route.

But his luck was a little bad. The LV35 demon noticed him.

Demons are the product of human souls burning under the flames of sin. After LV90, human souls will be burned out and become complete monsters. But before that, the demons were in a state of burning souls and their spirits were very unstable.

The bandit king was like a frog being stared at by a snake, unable to move.

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Although he has been facing the evil strangers and Mammon who are countless times more terrifying than these demons, the reality is that compared with the feeling of despair brought by the evil strangers and Mammon, the feeling of death brought by the LV35 demon is more terrifying.

The bandit king could feel his teeth colliding with each other, and then a gold coin slipped out of his sleeve.

The golden coins fell on the deck, jingling, jingling, flashing, attracting the demon to look away.

The bandit king rushed back to the captain's room almost like he was running away, panting in shock, and the noisy atmosphere of the evil foreigners drove away some of the chill.

After recovering, the bandit king gritted his teeth and touched out again, this time he brought more gold coins.

He heard that there was a river of death in this world, which separated the world of the living and the world of the dead. This river meant the absolute dividing line between life and death.

The river had no life, and was as cold and ruthless as death. But there was a boatman in the river. As long as he gave the boatman gold coins, he would have the opportunity to cross the river of death.

The gold coins in his hand were undoubtedly the tickets to cross the river of death, but he couldn't bring too many. The golden coins would make these terrible ghosts reach out to fight for them. He could only bring just enough for him to go back and forth.

The sunken ship in the middle of the cliff was cold and terrifying. The moment he left the captain's room, the bandit king felt his body temperature being taken away by the ship.

He didn't know if he had a big dream, but... he missed the wheat field and home.