"This news means that you have enough money to buy your life, but not enough to stay here."
Sumo gently put down the code paper in his hand, his eyes gentle but with unquestionable determination, "But if you leave now to go to other cracks, I can pretend that I have never seen you. As a priest, it is not difficult for you to find a tribe to live in the surrounding cracks."
Wang Qi frowned when he heard this, his face full of unwillingness and helplessness: "No, boss, let me go to other cracks and start over again?"
"I guess, As soon as I leave this tent door, Priest Thomas will appear immediately and crush me to ashes."
"Hey, you are really smart."
A trace of surprise flashed in Sumo's eyes, and then turned into a faint smile, "You are indeed very smart and very aware of current affairs. But in this wasteland world, every decision may be a matter of life and death. Since you have come this far , you should understand that some things, once started, can't be turned back."
No matter whether the news given by Wang Qi is true or false, as long as the identity is admitted, there is only one ending.
Perhaps when he first traveled to the wasteland, he would consider the profit and loss and leave Wang Qi behind, trying to counterattack the alien army.
But now, it is obvious that this troublesome method is no longer needed.
“Well, they don’t care if we rebel and leak the news, so why would you care?”
Wang Qi pursed his lips and took out his belongings.
"Actually, when I embarked on this road, I knew that there was no possibility of turning back."
Finished.
He took out a small notebook from his arms and gently brushed the dust off the cover, as if it was his most precious treasure.
“All my research results are recorded here, including the research on the magical organs of the world of faith, as well as the analysis of the body structures of the alien races outside. If possible, I hope you can hand it over to the real Someone with the ability may be able to bring some inspiration to them.”
Sumo took the notebook and flipped through the pages, his eyes gradually showing admiration.
Unexpectedly, the notebook does record many valuable discoveries. The clever combination of faith and the study of alien races undoubtedly provides a new perspective for exploring the source of divine magic.
"It can be seen that you do have an inexplicable obsession with controlling special powers." Sumo closed his notebook and placed it on the other side of the pillow. "Okay, I promise you that I will Give this note to the right person."
Hearing this, Wang Qi showed a relieved smile: "Thank you, actually I was thinking just now, if you just perfunctory me or. If you refuse, I may choose to end my life in your camp. At least this will cause you some trouble. But you agreed so simply, I will help you again, just as atonement, let me. I can feel more at ease when I die."
"But if I meet you again outside, we will still be enemies and we will not show mercy."
"What I wish for."
Sumo smiled lightly, his eyes flashing with expectations for the future, "Of course, I hope that after this failed bet against the alien race, you can still live to that day."
Wang Qi shrugged freely, with a smile on his lips, turned around and strode out of the tent.
Not long after, the truck’s engine roared.
Under the cover of night, we slowly drove towards Hebu and disappeared into the vast wasteland.
Chu Mansion.
The night was like ink, and everything was quiet, but Zhang Cuicui's heart was in turmoil, and it was difficult to calm down.
Although she was determined to escape from this golden cage, she did not act recklessly, but planned every step carefully.
After regaining her composure, she first asked the maid outside the house to go to the kitchen to get an exquisite night snack in a calm manner.
The dim sum was full of color, flavor and taste, but Zhang Cuicui just chewed it mechanically, which tasted like chewing wax.
Then she deliberately lit the oil lamp and placed it on the desk, pretending to look at the accounts all night long, in order to confuse the two maids outside the house.
As time passed by, the maid outside the room gradually relaxed her vigilance when she saw her being so focused, and inevitably started to take a nap against the wall.
Seeing this, Zhang Cuicui sneered secretly in her heart.
She stood up slowly, her eyes scanning every corner of the room, and finally landed on the kerosene barrel in the corner of the room.
She gently lifted the kerosene bucket and poured the kerosene evenly on the bed and flammable items.
"Hey!"
With a exclamation, the oil lamp was "accidentally" knocked over, and the flames instantly raged like a wild horse, devouring everything around it.
Zhang Cuicui deliberately covered her legs and lay on the ground in pain, waiting for the arrival of the maid.
The two maids heard the sound and rushed over. The moment they opened the door, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.
The house was filled with flames, and Zhang Cuicui was lying on the ground. One maid quickly turned around and ran to call for help, while the other rushed to Zhang Cuicui without hesitation, preparing to help her out of the sea of fire.
Unexpectedly, just when the maid lowered her body and was about to help Zhang Cuicui, Zhang Cuicui, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, with a flash of coldness in her eyes.
She waved her right hand violently, and a thick account book hit the maid on the back of the head like a sharp weapon. The maid didn't even hum, and fell softly to the ground.
"Huh, for the sake of serving me for half a year, I will spare your life."
Zhang Cuicui said softly, but there was an unquestionable determination in her tone.
She dragged the maid out of the room, then groped around on her body, and soon found a sharp dagger, about thirty centimeters long, with a cold light.
"Chang Bo."
The firelight reflected a long and narrow shadow. Zhang Cuicui held the dagger in her backhand and left quickly, leaning against the wall.
She has no confidence in Chu Xiaoyong.
The leader of the Hebu tribe looks like an ordinary person, but in fact he is as strong as a chimpanzee and has infinite strength.
However, the old and frail Chang Bo, in addition to being ruthless when scheming people, also has many weaknesses.
Turn over from Chu Mansion and you will find Chang Mansion.
In a small courtyard with two entrances, Zhang Cuicui quickly found the room of Chang Bo's youngest son and walked in holding a dagger.
When she came out again, Chang Bo was also awakened by the fire next door and was about to go out to investigate the situation.
The two collided head-on, and Chang Bo's expression suddenly changed.
"Mrs. Cuicui, what are you doing here?"
"It's nothing, I just can't sleep at night, I want to teach you a lesson."
Zhang Cuicui shook the dagger, and the blood stains on it were still clearly visible, flowing down the tip of the dagger.
"You"
"Go in, I'll say it again, or you will die too."
Zhang Cuicui took a step forward, frightened Chang Bo and took three steps back. inside the room.
"Don't worry, you still have three minutes to tell me what happened today. Of course, you can also try to delay it for a while, but if you exceed this time, prepare to collect his body."
"Zhang"
Chang Bo was so frightened that he took a few steps back and sat down on the bed.
“Two minutes and forty seconds.”
“Your father is dead, your father is dead!”
Chang Bo looked as if he was frightened to the point of confusion, and he yelled indiscriminately.
"I, I definitely didn't lie to you. The Zhushikeng tribe was destroyed by evil cultivators seeking revenge. Your father died in the hands of evil cultivators!"
"Where did the news come from?"
"It's the refugee team from the outer area. They sent it, and there are residents of your Zhushikeng tribe among them."
"Chu Xiaoyong would believe it so easily?"
"He wouldn't believe it, but in the evening a first-level priest from the Xiao tribe came, named Wang Qi. He repeated the news of your father's death to the clan leader, and told the clan leader that before his death, your father had someone take him with him. The Shijin mine escaped."
"Where is the thing?"
"The Shijin was stolen by Wang Qi, and the Shijin has been taken away by the clan leader."
Hearing this, Zhang Cuicui's eyes became more and more desperate.
No wonder Chu Xiaoyong’s attitude has changed drastically. Twenty kilograms of divine ore is an amount that Zhushikeng cannot save in a hundred years.
Now that the divine mine has been sent over, it means that there is no possibility of any change in the result.
Zhang Tai, dead?
Remembering Zhang Tai's ambitious look when he married her to the Yunxiao tribe a few months ago, Zhang Cuicui couldn't help but tremble. Living in Chu Mansion without the background of a third-level high priest, no one knew better than her what the outcome would be.
If nothing had happened tonight.
Chu Xiaoyong might spare her life for the sake of the mine, and imprison her in the room forever without being allowed to go out.
But after the Chu Mansion was burned down and Chang Bo's youngest son was killed, there was no room for maneuver.
“Wrong, my father was all wrong!”
“He wanted to use these sacred mines to buy my life, but little did he know that the sacred mines fell into the hands of Chu Xiaoyong, and I was the real one. No life!"
Zhang Cuicui fell into a trance, her thoughts drifting away, as if she had returned to those days in Zhushikeng.
And in this moment of trance, a fierce look flashed in Chang Bo's eyes.
He held his breath and suddenly stood up from the bed, like a cornered beast. His hands turned into claws and he yanked out from under the bed.
A slender machete appeared in Chang Bo's hand, and he chopped it down with Taishan's low posture.
“Bitch, go to hell!”
Every inch long, every inch strong.
By the time Zhang Cuicui reacted, the machete was already close at hand, reflecting a cold light.
It seems pretty good to die like this?
At least he doesn’t have to be captured and tortured by the beast Chu Xiaoyong.
Zhang Cuicui thought like this, a strange smile appeared on her face, and she took the initiative to step forward.
“Come on, chop me to death!”
However, at the moment when the machete was about to strike, time seemed to freeze.
A flash of astonishment flashed in Chang Bo's eyes.
He saw a headless corpse holding a machete in a slashing posture. The tip of the knife was only ten centimeters away from Zhang Cuicui's forehead.
However, these ten centimeters seemed as far away as the end of the world, and they stood there quietly without being able to chop them off.
“Am I dead?”
The last thought flashed through his mind, and Chang Bo vaguely saw a young man with a frivolous face walking outside the door.
That's
"Mrs. Cuicui, if you die, I can't repay this favor."
Wang Qi blew his fingers, and the breeze brewing around him Spread gently.
What a fascinating power.
Even if he is only a first-level priest, he can still control the life and death of ordinary people at will, and he can even determine his own destiny.
"Who are you?"
"I am Wang Qi, the priest of Xiaobu. If you asked him, you should know my identity."
"Wang Qi ?”
Zhang Cuicui repeated the name silently, and her eyes that had just given birth to hope became cold again.
"I'm afraid you're overthinking it. Even if Chu Xiaoyong dies, he won't give those ten kilograms of divine mineral to me."
"What?"
Wang Qi is still admiring his own Works, turned his head and couldn't help showing a strange expression.
“Do you think I’m here for the sacred mine?”
“You can’t be here to save me, right?” Zhang Cuicui sneered and simply dropped the dagger, “Come on, kill If you give me up, just treat it as my father’s request to give you ten kilograms of divine minerals.”
"What a crazy woman."
Wang Qi muttered in a low voice, no wonder Sumo would focus on Zhang Cuicui, this woman is indeed a very useful breakthrough point.
"Let's go. I'll take you out and you still have something to do. Besides, your family is still waiting outside."
"Family members?"
"Go out and you That’s it, forget it, do you want Chu Xiaoyong to die?”
Zhang Cuicui was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.
Not only because of tonight’s slap, but because she knew that if she wanted to survive, one of them would have to die.
"Then come with me. Your father is indeed dead, but he helped you a lot before he died, not just the magic mine."
After Wang Qi finished speaking, this time Zhang Cuicui Finally there was no further refutation.
The two left Chang Mansion one after another. Zhang Cuicui was not surprised even if she saw many corpses of guards lying in shadow corners on the way.
What happened today was so bizarre that she lost her ability to think.
Until they exited the high defensive wall, a truck stopped not far away.
"Get in the car, my people will take you to see him, he will explain to you."
"Okay."
Open the door from the passenger side After getting on the bus, Zhang Cuicui thought that Wang Qi would also get on the bus, but unexpectedly the man closed the door.
Through the car window, she noticed that Wang Qi's face looked a little abnormal, a little excited and a little regretful.
"You're not getting in the car? What are you going to do?"
"Miss, you have a rest. Of course I am going to work, no, I am going to defend the honor of the priesthood!"
After Wang Qi finished speaking, he waved his hand and repeated the second half of the sentence in a low voice.
The truck moved forward slowly, the engine roared feebly, dragging the body forward.
After he completely disappeared from sight, Wang Qi whistled a melodious tune and hurriedly walked towards Chu's mansion.
The sky gradually becomes brighter.
The fire that burned for half a night in Chu Mansion was finally put out, leaving ashes all over the ground.
"Report to the patriarch that the third lady is missing. According to Axiang, she was knocked unconscious by the third lady!"
"The source of the fire has been identified and it was in the third lady's room. The kerosene barrel tipped over and caused a fire.”
"The Second Madam and the Sixth Madam were also burned, and are now calling for a doctor."
The servants in the mansion came one by one to report.
Chu Xiaoyong, who was sitting on the big bluestone, had a gloomy face, looking like he was looking for someone to eat.
After a while, he took a deep breath and asked with red eyes, "Where's Uncle Chang? Why didn't you see him when we were putting out the fire? Ask him to come see me immediately."
"Okay, I'll go call Chang."
"No need to shout."
Before the servant finished speaking, a lazy voice sounded in the front hall.
Wang Qi yawned, holding two hot buns in his hands, and walked over while eating.
"What a waste, just such a small fire, let me wait until dawn."
"You"
Chu Xiaoyong stood up in shock, but before he could speak, a wind knife gathered by the blue breeze quietly passed by.
"Well, I'm here to pay off the debt."
The words fell.
The heads of the dignified tribesmen flew high and then fell. The neck was like a fountain, and blood surged up like a pillar!
(End of this chapter)