Fu Yao Valley, under the excavation of the people along the road, the wasteland team has more or less dug up some ancient artifacts that have not been weathered during the war in the past, which is quite rewarding.
The warehouse owner removed a collapsed stone slab, and after fiddled with it with his hands, he immediately beamed with joy. All the people present were experienced veterans, and they acted immediately without the command of the warehouse boss. Five people, including Ouyang Rong, were responsible for watching the wind around them to prevent other teams from attacking, and the other five people started carefully digging on the moist soil covered by the stone slabs.
Soon, Lan Shi discovered it. After digging out the damaged bones that resembled a demon, a warehouse owner not far away nodded to him, and Lan Shi put it in a sack on the side.
Although the value of dead remains is not as good as 1% of the value of active residues, some demon essences are left behind, and most of the general harvest of the wasteland team is also concentrated in dead residues. Like the remnants who have lost all their strength after the baptism of years, no one pays much attention.
Ouyang Rong paid close attention to the surrounding environment, and the chess player on the side had also received painful lessons.
"There are more and more dead bones found along the way." The chess player whispered to Ouyang Rong, and Ouyang Rong decided to ignore the details of what he called the dead body dead bones.
"Then, what did Brother Chess find?" Ouyang Rong asked softly, his eyes still patrolling around, not letting go of any blind spots.
The chess player gently stomped his foot on the ground, and said calmly: "This is an abandoned battlefield where a large group of demons died collectively. Out of a hundred dead bones, there may be one living bone."
"I think it's better than wasting time here. It's better to rush to the real ambush location immediately." The chess player said, with unquestionable confidence in his simple tone.
"The real ambush location?" Although Ouyang Rong knew all kinds of taboos and most of the emergency measures in the abandoned battlefield, the words of the chess player still made him subconsciously ask.
The hat moved slightly, perhaps because of the approaching warehouse boss, the chess player became silent again.
The warehouse boss came to Ouyang Rong and asked softly: "Brother Mu Rong, Brother Chess, I have an idea for the next action."
"Cang boss, please." Ouyang Rong's face appeared in the lower half of his black robe, showing a rather weak tone, as if "As you say, I absolutely obey". In the gray domain, acting is very necessary. Even if Ouyang Rong's acting skills cannot fool old foxes like the warehouse boss, it will at least affect the subjective impression of others.
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"Buddy, remember, in the gray domain, even if you are resting, you must hold your weapon tightly." A few years ago, Ouyang Rong lay on Ouyang Yao's back, blinking his half-knowledge pupils, and nodding heavily.
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Although Ouyang Rong is a second-level demon exorcist, he has always understood the truth about mountains beyond the mountains, especially in an unordered place like the gray realm. Under the seemingly calm surface, there is no idea how much muddy water is hidden.
"According to my inference, we will soon be in the hinterland of Demon Valley. There is probably the real place where the demon exorcist ambushes the demon." The warehouse owner said in a deep voice, "The remains we collected after entering the valley are basically all The bones and marrow left by the monsters when they flee are not really gains."
"What does the Cang boss mean?" Chess said from the side. The Cang boss's keenness surprised him a bit, but it also happened to be used to achieve the goal.
"I hope that the two can be spies and spy on the information of the ambush ground for the team." The warehouse owner's straightforward attitude made the two of them startled for a while, and when they did not respond, they quickly said: "If the two are unwilling, it would be excusable. . After all, being a spy is very dangerous."
"But if the two are willing, I can finally divide my 10% of my gains between the two." The warehouse owner gently removed the hood, revealing the resolute face of the middle-aged, a wound across the entire handsome face, extremely Scary and terrifying.
Ouyang Rong frowned. He didn't want to get involved too much. It was just that the warehouse owner's request and conditions made him a little uncomfortable to refuse. The chess player did not hesitate when he arrived. He had long wanted to split up with the big team and do it alone, if not alone in the abandoned battlefield. Zhong is too conspicuous, he might not even join the wasteland team.
"No problem, I just happened to be very confident with my feet, and the district intelligence must be available." The chess player patted his chest and said confidently: "Mu Rong boy shouldn't refuse, half a harvest. Although the ant meat is small, it is meat. !"
"This—" Ouyang Rong said helplessly after hesitated because of everyone's gaze: "Since the warehouse owner personally ordered it, then I should be respectful."
The warehouse owner smiled relieved, his hideous face revealed a look of peace of mind, but then he became solemn: "There must be many pioneer teams in the ambush, and I hope you two will be more careful." In the abandoned battlefield, every team is basically one. Tying hemp rope, the role of the initiator is to walk in the forefront and make the most accurate judgments. Of course, there are often cases of disobedience, leading to the division of the team. After all, not every promoter can do it. If you want to ensure the harvest level of the team, experience and strength are indispensable.
"Actually, I have a question to ask the owner of the warehouse. What does it mean to die in a team?" Ouyang Rong asked in a deep voice. Except for the chess player, the other members' movements were also all, presumably knowing some hidden information.
The warehouse owner also did not shy away from this, and said bitterly, "Actually, this is not a secret, if Brother Mu Rong wants to know, after this trip to Fuyao Valley, they are going to talk about it in detail."
Ouyang Rong suddenly regretted that he was not a gossip. It was undoubtedly very disrespectful to talk about others' sad things at will.
After the five bluestones collected the dead bodies in the soil, Ouyang Rong and the chess player also brought enough cranes, and they were ready to set off.
"Two be careful." Everyone bowed their hands and said goodbye, even the old woman in black robe glanced at them, then sat cross-legged on the irregular stone wall and continued to meditate.
"Once the situation is not good, you all can—" Ouyang Rong's words were interrupted by Lan Shi, "If the situation is not in seconds, I will send you back to Xinhe as soon as possible, and I will go immediately."
"Don't worry, with me here, there must be nothing wrong." The footprints behind the clothes made Qi Ke's words extremely low credibility. Everyone also ignored his self-confidence. When the two of them had just raised their feet, the old black robe woman on the stone wall spoke again.
"Being thousands of miles away from me will surely protect both of you."
A few minutes later, on the barren land of Fuyao Valley, the huge bones that have been eroded by time and lose their color and the broken blades of the remnants who have been beaten by wind and rain for a long time are intertwined with each other, making the two people on the fast road seem to see in a trance. A little afterimage, tragic scenes occurred during that period of darkness, sometimes staged between bones and soldiers. (End of this chapter)