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In the back alley of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel ax from his sleeve, about to rush into the house and chop Alda to death with an axe. wWw, QUanbEn-xIAoShUo, COm, this damn guy, if he plays like this, how will Lin Qi be able to meet people with the title of Earl of Longshan in the future
Hua Li Hua Li blinked his eyes desperately and looked at Lin Qi who was almost going berserk with gloating.
Alda is unlucky? That's really great! Let the great and terrifying Lin Qi tear Alda into pieces. It is enough for Lin Qi to have a pure-blooded little devil beside him. It is better for a mixed-blood devil like Alda to die as soon as possible.
Just when Lin Qi was about to climb over the wall to teach Alda a lesson and give Mrs. Lufen some color, a twisted black shadow slipped out from the nearby shadows. The black shadow knelt down on the ground, bowed to Lin Qi, and whispered with great respect: "God King, the Gram you asked us to stare at has left this house!"
Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened. He took a deep look at the courtyard at No. 38 Silver Oak Street, and lightly jumped down from the wall. He made a gesture to Hua Li Hua Li and the black shadow, and the black shadow immediately escaped into the darkness, leading Lin Qi to quickly walk towards the street ahead.
Hua Li Hua Li followed Lin Qi, looking around slyly, observing the movement along the way.
Don't leave those soldiers Lin Qi brought with you in the back alley. If something happens to Arda, just say hello, these thugs will rush into the courtyard without hesitation and smash everything in the courtyard to pieces - they have done this countless times in the Black Abyss Prison. The most familiar ones. The erratic black shadow bowed in front of him, making no sound or noise as he walked. Lin Qi nodded secretly, and couldn't help but think highly of the army of dead soldiers under the Paradise Temple. With an army of nearly ten thousand dead soldiers, the Guardian Palace has indeed spared no effort in cultivating the three guardian goddesses.
Each of these dead warriors has extremely strange abilities. The black shadow leading the way is clearly an assassin who has half-stepped into the realm of a saint. It's just that the training methods used by these dead soldiers are extremely cruel and harsh. Although their strength improves extremely fast and inhumanly fast, their lifespans have also been greatly damaged by the battle.
The black figure in front of him will definitely not have more than a hundred years left to live. Compared with the normal saint's life span of nearly ten thousand years, this is really a pitiful number. Lin Qi looked at the back of the black figure and secretly figured out where to get some medicine to replenish life essence and extend life span for these poor dead soldiers.
These people are loyal and extremely powerful. It would be a pity if they died due to exhaustion of life span in just a hundred years.
The voice of the Osmanthus Tree suddenly sounded in Lin Qi's spiritual sea. Sensing Lin Qi's thoughts, the Osmanthus Tree quickly put forward thirty-two feasible suggestions, the simplest of which could make these dead soldiers survive. Doubling their lifespan, which means they can live about a hundred more years. The most difficult method is to restore these dead soldiers to their original life span.
But even the simplest method requires a large amount of maternal and fetal fluid. Where can Lin Qi get this kind of thing that can only be found in ancient ruins? Lin Qi shook his head and threw away the Osmanthus Tree's suggestion. …,
After continuing to walk forward for a while, Osmanthus Tree suddenly spoke hesitantly: "Actually, I can produce the so-called maternal and fetal liquid. In my memory, maternal and fetal liquid is only the source of life in Seven Hundred and Ninety-Five. It ranks thirty-ninth among liquids, and there are thirty-eight other life source liquids that are more effective than it."
Lin Qi's mood suddenly brightened up, and his steps as he rushed forward were slightly unsteady.
"But energy and materials!" Osmanthus Tree said in a low voice: "With extremely huge energy and extremely many materials, I can create enough mother-fetal liquid or other life source liquids."
Extremely huge energy? Lin Qi carefully asked the sweet-scented osmanthus tree about the meaning of this so-called extremely huge energy. When Lin Qi heard that this was equivalent to the combined power of all the demigods in the bodies of thirty intermediate demigods, Lin Qi wisely asked Osmanthus Shu shut his mouth, he didn't want to be hit again.
In the Eastern Continent, with the help of the Tiger Clan's main family, it is still possible to hunt down thirty demigods, but in the Western Continent? Ha, are you kidding me
The two-wheeled carriage in front turned into a dark alley surrounded by more than a dozen guards, and continued walking for a while. The two-wheeled carriage entered an extremely remote alley with dilapidated buildings. .
Just as there are always shadows, there are also slums in Port Vias City, the place where the richest man in the world lives. Graham's two-wheeled carriage marched brazenly into the largest slum area in Port Vias City and stopped in front of an extremely old courtyard with at least four hundred years of history.
This yard. . . Lin Qi even felt that this courtyard should be a place haunted by the undead.
The broken wall was full of holes, and the iron gate was wrapped with half-dead vines, looking like countless venomous snakes. The messy and smelly mud was spread more than a foot deep on the ground. The water vapor in the mud was evaporated, forming a layer of white mist three feet thick against the ground in the yard.
There were originally two three-story buildings in the courtyard, but more than half of the three-story building in the front had collapsed, and only the one in the back was still intact. But even though this small building was intact, the towers and carvings on the roof had collapsed and shattered, turning into a messy pile of garbage on the roof.
Graham carefully got out of the carriage. Several guards frowned. They found some rice leather and wooden boards from somewhere and spread them on the ground. Where was Graham, cursing someone and walking awkwardly? Rice leather and wooden boards were used to walk on the mud. He tried his best to avoid stepping into the mud, but the mud in the yard was too thick and his fat body was heavy to prevent the board from sinking and staining his luxurious boots with some black and smelly mud.
"Oh, God, let that old guy return to your arms as soon as possible!" Graham howled angrily: "No matter which god harvested his soul, I will be happy to donate a gold coin to your temple. !”
Lin Qi glanced at Poisonous Rum. He used his hand gestures to order Huali Huali and the dead soldier to stand outside the yard, staring closely at Gram. Then he quickly walked around to the back wall of the yard and pressed the wall with both hands. , lightly climbed over the wall, and arrived at the small building behind in a few steps.
Graham was still walking hard step by step in the front yard, while Lin Qi was already holding a steel ax, carefully stepping on the dilapidated stone steps, slowly walked up the small building, and came to the only room on the second floor. In a room with lights on.
This is a restaurant, a restaurant large enough to accommodate a banquet of nearly a hundred people.
There was only one oil lamp lit in Nuoda's restaurant, and the dim light made everyone look as eerie as ghost shadows. …,
Around the long, smooth old wooden table, more than thirty men and women stood like zombies. Yes, everyone was standing around the dining table, because the chairs under their butts were all rotten and there was no way for anyone to sit on them, so everyone had to sit.
There was no paint at all and there were holes everywhere on the dining table. A man with a sallow complexion and a skinny appearance, who looked to be in his early fifties, was sitting on the only three-legged chair, slowly cutting a long piece of food with a dining knife. Loaf of bread.
Originally, this loaf of bread was supposed to be a delicious loaf of white bread mixed with butter, but in Lin Qi's opinion, this loaf of bread should be garbage that was disposed of by the bakery after it expired. The bread that was originally soft and delicious is now cut with the knife, and the hard crust of the bread is spilled.
While cutting the bread, the middle-aged man twisted up the crumbs of bread on the table with his fingers and kept throwing them into his mouth.
"What a pity, what a waste. What a nice loaf of buttered white bread! What a waste!" The middle-aged man frowned and howled: "Really, you can't eat this kind of white bread on weekdays. , if it wasn’t my birthday, you wouldn’t have such a good meal!”
The thirty-nine men and women standing at the table looked at the middle-aged man with stiff faces, and no one said a word.
After cutting off forty pieces of bread with a table knife, which were about half a palm thick, the middle-aged man put the remaining half loaf of white bread into a dark and even moldy rattan basket next to him, and then It was extremely painful to grab a piece of ham that was about the size of a baby's fist from the rattan basket.
It's light blue, obviously moldy, and there is no ham meat that the dog is willing to eat even if it is fed to the dog!
The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he carefully cut off forty slices of meat, which were probably slightly thicker than cicada wings. Then he carefully placed the slices of meat on the slices of bread, and handed them to the table one by one with great caution. men and women.
"Celebrate for me, my loved ones! I, Granta, am fifty years old today!" Granta, who was so thin that she lost her shape, sighed: "In my fifty years of life, I have served for the family. I am prosperous and have made outstanding contributions! Today is my birthday, everyone cheers for me!"
The men and women groaned feebly, picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths with difficulty.
Granta stuffed the slices of bread and the thin slices of ham into her mouth with great enjoyment, and chewed them slowly. He exhaled heavily and sighed deeply: "What a good bread, what a good ham, this is really a pleasure. The last time I ate white bread was when your grandfather died fifteen years ago. At that time. That damn old miser, he was starving to death in the warehouse with thirty thousand gold coins in his arms, he really deserved it!"
Lin Qi's body swayed, and he finally understood why Gram was from a merchant family, and was a family that specialized in the import and export of goods from the Gallic Empire and the Federation of Vias. Why was he so poor in Bureleli? !
This is their family tradition! What a wonderful tradition!
So, what method can be used to better combat such a miser family? (To be continued) [This text is provided by Shan Shen Dou Di] If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is the author's greatest motivation. ).