"Humph! I say that every time, and every time I deliver it, it's not very good!" The man in his forties clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and deliberately slowed down his pace, swaying every step, as if he was full. Like the fat rich man who ran out for a walk after drinking enough, he led a few young men to the ragged "former bandits".
"Hmm!" The man frowned in disgust, shook his head and said, "What does it smell like? Humph!"
He looked at the ragged bandits, at the black and yellow dirt on their bodies, and then at the wounded wounded covered with blood scabs lying on the cart. He pinched his fingers and pointed towards The crowd made gestures and said calmly: "Counting you two hundred and five strong men, three hundred strong women, three hundred and seven idle children, and two hundred old immortals waiting to die... these two hundred immortals are all given away."
Chu Tian blinked his eyes, not calculating the amount.
Two hundred and fifty strong men? Three hundred strong women? Doll three hundred and seven? Two hundred people who will never die? According to this estimate, the population is over a thousand, but this village only has more than 500 and less than 600 people at full count!
Several knights bowed to the man with smiles on their faces and thanked him silently.
The man laughed a few times, looked at the leading burly knight, pointed at it, and said softly: "This is for your cousin's sake... Hey, he is very good. In the last month, he has gained some strength. Bone broth' is very popular among the elders in the family."
With a wave of his hand, the man winked at the young men behind him.
A young man patted the colorful leather bag on his waist and took out an animal skin money bag the size of a human head.
Shaking the animal skin money bag vigorously, the young man threw the bag to the burly knight.
The burly knight untied the rope on the mouth of the leather bag, quickly took a look inside the money bag, and nodded to the man with a smile on his face: "Okay! I'm sorry to help you... Hey, in a few days, my cousin will go home to visit his relatives, we will definitely Tell him about your benefits!”
The man smiled with satisfaction, and both sides laughed a few times. The burly knight picked up a small horse whip in his hand and whipped a "bandit" man fiercely: "You guys can kill with a thousand swords." Death row prisoners, hey, being bandits, blocking roads and causing harm to good people, all of them are destined to die! However, I am kind-hearted and cannot bear to see you having your heads chopped off, so I have found a manager for you who will not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. A good way to live!"
The burly knight pointed at the easy man and said with a smile: "Follow Manager Fang, hey, your good days are coming!"
The officers and soldiers around him, as well as the civilian husbands they brought with them, all laughed happily. The chief led them to break into the stronghold and sell people. The chiefs ate meat and they also had soup to drink.
In these years, the world was not peaceful, the world was not good, and the government was extremely poor.
The officers don't have to worry about food and drink, but the officers and soldiers below are all suffering. It's good to have soup to drink.
The "former bandits" made a commotion. Several strong men who were uninjured, strong, and obviously not burdened by their families glanced around furtively, as if they were looking for an opportunity to escape.
Manager Fang smiled "hehe" and took a deep breath. His right hand suddenly swelled to about a foot square, and his palm turned blue and black, exuding a strong and pungent herbal smell. He waved his hand, and with a "Woo" sound, a two-foot-square palm print made of green smoke flew out of his hand and hit a big tree in the forest on the other side of the road that was as thick as a two-person hug.
With a "boom" sound, the big tree shook violently, and a hole the size of a water tank was opened in the trunk.
The wood chips flew everywhere, and the wood chips with a hint of moisture sprayed all over the bodies of the dozen bandits who were close. The wood chips with great force hit the bandits, leaving red scratches on their skin. Some marks tore the skin open, and fine blood particles seeped out.
The bandits were stunned.
What a "terrible" power this is!
They are just a group of ordinary bandits who are relatively powerful and fierce by nature... And in Chu Tian's view, they are not even qualified to be bandits. They are completely amateurs. Their strength, equipment, and technical means are completely An insult to the profession of "mountain bandits"!
How could a group of people like this have ever seen the "terrible" power of Manager Fang that was "extraordinary and holy"
The bandits who originally wanted to escape all fell silent. They all followed the men in green with pale faces, walking lifelessly and slowly like zombies towards the sandy road in the shade of the trees.
The future is unpredictable!
What made the bandits even more angry was that all the wounded, including Chu Tian, were roughly pushed down by the officers and soldiers.
Chu Tian and the wounded lay on the ground unable to move. The officers and soldiers happily threw the poultry they had snatched onto the cart, tied the big animals to the frame, drove the cart and sang songs, just like a group of Like the old farmers returning home from the market, they returned happily along the way they came.
"Our village's car!" The young man who picked up Chu Tian back to the village murmured in a crying voice.
"This is my car now!" The burly knight whipped the young man hard and gave him a kick. After greeting Manager Fang for a few words, he happily jumped on his mount and left with his money bag.
Several knights sang cheerful war songs and walked away. Manager Fang pointed at Chu Tian and others on the ground and snorted: "Don't leave alone? Take these guys with you! This is all bought with money. Yes! Although money in the world is not worth much... Now we are short of medicine slaves, don’t waste any of them!"
Several men in green yelled loudly, and the bandits who were able to move slowly bent down, slowly supported their injured companions, slowly straightened their bodies, and slowly walked into the sandy road step by step.
After being whipped, the boy's eyes were red and he was about to cry. He called a friend over and helped Chu Tian with difficulty.
Borrowing some strength from the two little guys, Chutian walked step by step towards the endless sandy road in the forest.
After all the bandits walked into the dimly lit sandy road, Chutian looked back and saw the light and shadow changing. The rear was still covered with thorns and was almost airtight. Even the small mountain rats could not pass through. In the mountains and forests, the exit of the road has disappeared.
Although his magic power and cultivation were frozen, Chu Tian's vision was still there.
He snorted coldly and muttered to himself: "The most crude Five Elements Lost Tracing Array... is a bit cruder than the Five Elements Lost Tracing Array in Tianlu World. The details are different, but the level is about the same. "
The forces behind General Manager Fang seemed to be just a small, unpopular sect.
But, drug slave
Chu Tian thought about it secretly for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly.
He can't do anything now, so he'll make peace with himself now that he's here. He'll rest here for a while and see if he can recover a little bit of his mana.
As long as a little bit of mana is restored, with Chu Tian's realm and cultivation, a person who is a hundred or a thousand times more powerful than the general manager can blow away his soul with just one breath!
Medicine slave
You'd better not do weird things to Chu Tian, otherwise... hum!