Xiangjiang, Qingyi Hotel.
As one of the core industries of the dealer, it is famous for its excellent quality and exquisite service, which allows any guest who comes here to experience unparalleled luxury and comfort, as if in a luxurious dream.
Of course, the premise is that you have to be rich.
And tonight, every guest who comes here has a net worth of one billion yuan, either rich or noble, and is a wealthy big man who stomps his feet and the whole of Xiangjiang River will shake three times.
In the dazzling jewelry, a group of upper-class celebrities from Xiangjiang are quietly waiting for someone to arrive.
Click~
The door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and a not-tall figure walked in calmly, walking in, like a king who ruled the world.
"Mr. Zhuang!"
"It's Mr. Zhuang who has arrived!"
Everyone suddenly became excited, especially those wealthy elders who were on crutches. When they looked at Zhuang Bancheng, their eyes burst into jealousy and desire.
No matter how powerful they are and have strong financial resources, there is one thing that cannot be bought with no amount of power or money - life span!
Although there are many good products for longevity among the rare treasures, most of them can be absorbed and refined by martial artists. Ordinary people will only explode and die after eating them.
Even if there is no requirement for cultivation level, there is a limit to prolonging life of rare things.
Once the physiological limit of one's own life span is reached, the medicine will not work, and it will be difficult for the gods to save them.
For the wealthy elders in Xiangjiang, they have tried ordinary methods of prolonging their lives, but they still find it difficult to stop the step-by-step pressure of death.
But now Zhuang Bancheng, which was once as old as him and could only hold a crutch when traveling, was now radiant, as if he had returned to his forties or fifties, was full of energy and active thinking, and his whole body was regained. Rejuvenate and vibrate.
"Everyone, I believe you know the reason for summoning everyone today, right?"
Zhuang Bancheng touched the gold ring on his left hand with a smile. He saw a blood-red gem inlaid on it. As his fingertips passed by, the glow of life quietly bloomed, injecting infinite vitality and vitality into it. When he arrived in Zhuangbancheng, his aging and decaying body nourished his essence, energy and spirit.
Zhuang Bancheng was full of ambition at this time. He seemed to have returned to the passionate years he had once waving his magnificent spirit. He leaned against the towering tree of Xiji Kingdom, which made his business in Xiangjiang smooth and his work was in every way. .
Until the rise of the East Pole Kingdom, the West Pole Kingdom declined, and the two poles of the world entered a stage of confrontation, putting the dealer in a dilemma, so that he has been in a difficult city for the past decade and has lived a life of walking on thin ice.
If so, Zhuang Bancheng longs to go back to the past.
He is a businessman, and he only wants to make profits and has no sense of family and country in his heart.
As long as he can make a profit, he would rather the Dongji Kingdom decline or even perish in exchange for his own advancement. This is his way of survival.
Anyway, someone has to be a dog for Westerners, so why can’t it be yourself?
"Mr. Zhuang, if we defect to Kabbalah, can we get the magic medicine to prolong our lives?"
"Of course."
Zhuang Bancheng nodded happily, and raised his left hand at the same time, showing his ring to the rich: "This is the legendary alchemy creation, the stone of the wise."
"What!"
"In the myths and legends of Europa, the Stone of the Sage that can make people immortal and keep their youth forever?"
All the celebrities present tore off their elegant and calm disguise, showing unconcealed greed and desire, and even wanted to come up and snatch it directly.
Endless life span!
Eternal pleasure!
Isn’t this what their group of powerful people who are already standing at the top of the social pyramid desire?
Zhuang Bancheng knew very well about human greed, so he was not worried that the bait he threw could not catch the big fish. He showed a meaningful smile, and what he said was like a devil's whisper.
"The Sage Stone is a masterpiece of flesh and blood. The reason why it can infinitely extend its lifespan is essentially a redistribution of vitality."
"Redistribution?"
The people here today are very familiar with how wealth is redistributed, because they are plundering ordinary people by sucking bones and marrowsing, and they are able to earn huge wealth. , become a noble family.
But it was the first time they heard that life can redistribute such things.
"Mr. Zhuang, what is the redistribution method?"
Someone plucked up the courage to ask.
Zhuang Bancheng smiled indifferently and saw him raising a finger to everyone: "A person can transform his life span for one year. Of course, the premise is that he must be young and healthy, otherwise there will be losses."
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This light sentence fell into everyone's ears, but it was like a bolt from the blue.
A person can only exchange for one year’s life!
Today, after evacuation of Xiangjiang, there are less than two million people left. If you have done so, you can only convert a life span of two million and share it with everyone, each of them will only be about ten thousand years.
Ten thousand years is too long?
No, for wealthy elders, ten thousand years are far from satisfying their appetite. What they want is eternal life and stand on the top of all living beings.
They want to become gods in the new world!
But some people are reluctant to do it: "Will you kill too much if you do this?"
Two million people killed the blood sacrifice in this way, sucking the essence of their lives to support millions of wealthy families and powerful people to prolong their lives. How different is such immortality to the demon?
But there is no need for Zhuang Bancheng to speak, and someone from the wealthy family jumped out to refute: "The way of human beings is not enough to be able to serve more than enough. How can those destiny of the untouchables be compared with us? We human elites are the cornerstone of society , is the mainstay in promoting the progress of civilization. ”
"That's right, the lives of those inferior people are meaningless. They are confused and numb all day long. Instead of living like walking corpses, it is better to burn themselves and make truly valuable contributions to the world."
Such a theory quickly gained recognition and praise from the powerful and powerful present.
They do not think that this theory is correct and support it, but simply because supporting this theory can allow them to gain the greatest benefit.
If the blood sacrifice of others can be exchanged for their eternal youth, they will never have any hesitation or unbearance, and will only wish to catch more people to refine the Sage Stone.
In the end, everyone accepted the agreement and agreed to advance and retreat with the dealer.
Zhuang Bancheng waited until everyone signed the name on the contract, and then took out one red gem-inlaid gold ring after another: "Take it all up, the magic array has been carved on it, and you can extract life at any time and inject it into it. .”
"For our career, drink this cup!"
"Drinking!"
The powerful and celebrities raised their high-legged glasses one after another, and the swaying wine was as bright as blood.
The people who drank the celebration wine quickly realized something was wrong, and a decayed breath began to emanate from their bodies, and even some people's bodies began to appear.
"Ah, the wine is poisonous!"
"Zhuangbancheng, you don't keep your promise!"
"It's not me, I didn't poison it!"
Zhuang Bancheng was so scared that his wine glass broke to the ground, looking frightened and at a loss. "Yes, I'm the poison."
A man appeared in the hall at some point. He took off the hat on his head and exposed a strange face covered with sarcoma and tentacles. It was extremely ugly, making people feel extremely disgusting and feeling fear from the bottom of his heart.
"I will introduce myself. My name is Sackler Arthur. I am a entourage under the command of the Plague Knight and the chief alchemist of the Plague School."
In terms of etiquette alone, Arthur can indeed be regarded as a courteous gentleman.
But what he did was a hundred times more cruel than the devil: "Welcome to join Kabbalah. We need something on you very much. Now you present it with your own hands, which makes me feel very relieved."
"No!"
The powerful and celebrities who were poisoned by the plague wailed one after another, and the blood-red luck was pulled away from them and in a blink of an eye it was injected into Zhuang Bancheng.
To be precise, it was injected into the gold ring he wore on his left index finger.
Lucky luck represents the favor and blessing of some people by God's will, allowing them to stand out from all living beings and become the best.
But too many mortals always like to be self-righteous and regard the power of fortune and destiny as their own abilities, so as to be complacent and proud.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
They forgot that they were just pigs blown into the sky by the strong wind. Once the wind disappeared, they would be knocked back to their original form and knocked out dust.
Now, Arthur has seized the opportunity and luck of these wealthy families in Xiangjiang with the help of the Sage Stone and the "Poison of Doom" and used it as firewood to summon the arrival of the Plague Knight.
As the most important part of all sacrifices, Zhuang Bancheng obviously cannot survive.
Arthur looked at Zhuang Bancheng with a smile: "Cheer, be excited, be chosen as the carrier of my Lord's world. This is your supreme glory."
When Zhuang Bancheng heard that Arthur wanted to treat him as the plague knight, he was anxious and angry: "This is different from what he said!"
"No, no, you don't think that under the noses of the Suzaku God General, we can really arrange flesh and blood to refine magic circles covering the whole city, right?"
Arthur showed a look of contempt. In his eyes, the strong man from Dongji Kingdom was a difficult opponent, and the so-called richest man in Xiangjiang in front of him was just a dog.
"The way of farming is a city, and the way of human beings is not enough to be able to serve the people, which is what you say. The only question is, who is 'deficient' and who is 'deficient'. You cannot just be a hunter. The laws of the jungle praise merits.”
The cold words shattered the last trace of luxury in Zhuang Bancheng's heart.
He finally understood that when facing Kabbalah and the Plague Knights, the so-called wealthy families in Xiangjiang were just a group of "deficiencies".
When necessary, they were served on the dining table with a long time destined fate.
"No!!!"
With a shrill cry, Zhuang Bancheng's consciousness fell into eternal darkness and loneliness.
What followed was a powerful divine thought that broke through the barrier of the spiritual world and opened a magnificent gate above the Xiangjiang River.
Tianmen!
Rumble~
Lightning flies, strong winds whistle, the sky and the earth change in color,
At Peninsula Hotel, Ye Qingzhou, who was entering a state of meditation, opened his eyes: "Here you come!"
At the same time, he also received a message from Gu Minghui and others: "Come to Qingyi Hotel!"
All the powerful martial saints in Xiangjiang received a signal from the Shen Ce Army to ask for help. The arrival of a powerful martial saint is a catastrophe for all human beings.
Even if the other party comes, it is just a projection.
"Take good care of yourself."
Facing Xu Yunxi who was anxious to come and ask about the situation, Ye Qingzhou had only time to leave a word, so he soared into the air and flew from the balcony to the clouds.
The vibration caused by the sonic boom made the glass rustle.
When Ye Qingzhou arrived at the scene, the periphery of Qingyi Hotel was already surrounded and the Xiangjiang police were evacuating the people.
"Ye Qingzhou, you're here just right,"
"Doctor Gu, Qinglong Divine General, Suzaku Divine General, What happened?"
"I have arranged people to monitor the guests in Zhuangbancheng today, but I still didn't expect that the people from the Plague School would be so cruel that they would directly attack these powerful people."
Gu Minghui and the Qinglong God General were speechless. They made various plans, but they did not expect that the people from the Plague School would kill the Ergouzi they raised first.
Ye Qingzhou was so happy that he heard it: "It's good, so we can do it ourselves."
Ye Qingzhou had no good feelings for these coexisting factions and Ergouzi. The only thing he wanted to do was to copy their homes and achieve common prosperity.
After a while, Qi Shengtian and Sikong Jingming also arrived at the scene. Both of them looked very ugly, especially Qi Shengtian, who was his territory.
The Plague School of Medicine didn't ask any questions, but wanted to stir up the wind and rain here, which clearly did not take him, the Nine Dragon Fist Saint, seriously.
"Okay, okay, I have cultivated my character over the years and haven't done much. It seems that someone has pinched me as a soft persimmon."
The clay man has three points of anger, let alone the boxing saint Qi Shengtian?
At this moment, a rustling sound came from the Qingyi Hotel, as if countless snakes, insects, rats and ants were about to swarm out.
Ye Qingzhou looked closely and saw that under the observation of the sky eye, the entire hotel building had already become extinct, and only a strange force was spreading.
They were dark roots. At the center of the roots, a black tree species as big as a millstone was beating like a heart.
And inside the tree species is a man curled up.
"Zhuang Bancheng? He was parasitized?"
Ye Qingzhou was about to continue observing, when Arthur, who was standing in the tree species, suddenly looked up, opened his blood-red mouth full of sharp teeth, and made a soul-shaking roar: "The rude man dares to spy on the power of my master!"
It's so ~
The powerful plague divine power can actually use the transmission of information to pollute Ye Qingzhou's spiritual world. Fortunately, his nine divine fires are integrated and hundreds of evils can be safe and sound.
But his eyes were still hurt, and two lines of blood and tears shed.
Seeing this, Gu Minghui hurriedly reminded: "Don't look directly at the origin of God. The powerful martial gods themselves blend with the great way. If you look directly at the god's body, you will look directly at the great way. Even if you don't die, you will have to take off a layer of skin" (end of this chapter)