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The burial process is very complicated. Foreign tribes maintain their own traditions. After death, people cannot be buried or cremated. Instead, they will use some things to prevent the body from decaying.

This method is somewhat similar to the method of making mummies in ancient China, but it is different. The corpse will eventually decompose and dissolve within a specific period of time, leaving behind something similar to the bones of the Buddha.

This kind of thing is regarded as a treasure by foreigners, which is the essence of the deceased's life. The stronger the person, the higher the quality of the treasure they drop, and the greater its value.

This method is called refining by Yang Mo. It removes the bad things from the corpse and leaves the good ones for future generations. As for the treasure, it is also a real treasure. It contains powerful power and is extremely hard at the same time.

, can craft weapons and other more valuable things.

This is also one of the reasons why alien races are powerful. The essence of warriors is passed down from generation to generation, which will only make the treasures more and more, and the wealth accumulated by future generations will be more. Moreover, some powerful warriors will also leave martial arts spirits in the treasures.

, if the younger generation is destined, they will be able to sense it, making it easier for the younger generation to walk on the road of being a warrior.

The production process is complicated and will last for several hours. All those who see him off must kneel down and sit cross-legged in front of the corpse to observe the whole process.

Then, the high priest will choose the one with the best chance among those present to become the heir of this treasure.

Yes, this treasure is not owned by the king or his relatives during his lifetime. To a certain extent, this is a more advanced distribution method than the empire.

"If the empire had used this method, we would be twice as powerful as we are now." Sishang sighed.

The strong foreigners will leave some things in their bodies, and the strong men of the empire will also do the same. However, these things of the strong men of the empire will be classified into heaven and earth.

"If we compare the alien race to a rational person, then we are emotional people. If someone is completely rational and considers the pros and cons of everything, he will become an alternative in the eyes of others." Yang Mo responded.

"I'm curious, what exactly did you say to King Hengyi?" Sishang couldn't help but ask.

"You can guess." Yang Mo smiled mysteriously.

This ceremony lasted for several hours before the body was sent to the Yangshen Hall and escorted personally by the selected child. In the next fifty days, this child will accompany the true king in his last years until the true king.

The king completely melted away, leaving only the last treasure.

When the door of Yangshen Hall is closed, this so-called funeral ends.

After King Hengyi simply entertained the two of them, he sent them to the living room in the palace to live.

None of the three people talked about cooperation or hostility anymore, and they all acquiesced to this outcome.

Everyone suffered a loss. Sishang failed to win over King Hengyi as an ally and stopped his plan to kill someone with a knife. However, he also blocked the alliance between Yang Mo and King Hengyi and did not allow himself to be attacked from both sides.

Regarding King Hengyi, he understood a truth, that is, even if he stayed out of the matter, the two parties would fight. No matter who wins and who loses, it is not a bad thing for him. It is just that big revenge cannot be avenged, Yang Mo temporarily

He couldn't kill him, but he also got another piece of news that frightened him, and he was going to start this matter next.

As for Yang Mo, he is neither a winner nor a loser. Both parties are his enemies, and there is still no possibility of compromise. No matter what the outcome is, it is the same for him. This is just

It's the difference between a siege and a wheel battle.

As for that sentence, it was just sowing discord.

In the evening, Yang Mo, accompanied by the two generals, walked around the city to experience the exotic customs and completely ignored the hostile looks.

It wasn't until late at night that Yang Mo returned to the room and prepared to sleep. When he walked in, Si Shang was lying on his bed playing mini games.

"You dare to come here alone, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Yang Mo poured himself a glass of wine.

"Since I dare to come, I'm not afraid. I'm here to discuss something with you. I'm going to take action tonight. Do you want to come with me?" Si Shang said without raising his head.

"You are so bold. You dare to do something even in the palace." Yang Mo smiled.

This little guy is getting crazier and more terrifying. No matter what happened tonight, Yang Mo did it, and the aliens will all think so.

If you want to frame someone up, you have to leave no trace and escape intact. Si Shang is so confident that this is the most terrifying thing.

"I have to do something when I come here. I'm afraid you'll accuse me of being a collaborator. I can't bear the charge." Sishang looked aggrieved.

"Then go ahead and do it. I'm not interested in joining forces with you."

Yang Mo walked forward unceremoniously, pulled off Si Shang's clothes and threw him to the ground. The screen of his mobile phone also shattered.

"The Evil God"

"I'm younger than you. Can't you be lenient when I call you brother?" Sishang got up from the ground and complained.

"I didn't kill you because killing you wouldn't change anything. In the future, I will personally deliver the poisoned wine to your mouth."

Take off your clothes, go to bed, and sleep.

Sishang sighed and walked out. Outside the door, the white-haired man's forehead was covered with sweat.

In less than a minute, his heartbeat has been speeding up.

"Young Master, don't do such thrilling things in the future. A single thought from the Blood Demon will kill you to pieces."

"I said, he won't kill me." Sishang muttered to himself, "I can't go back."

Two hours later, King Hengjiang, a generation old king, was killed in his home. It was like thunder exploding in the plains, making the midnight no longer peaceful.

And all of this has nothing to do with Yang Mo and Si Shang. Both of them were fast asleep in their rooms. Even Si Shang's delegation was quite large, and they were all sleeping in the room.

The army immediately surrounded them and guarded them strictly.

But this did not stop the killing. An hour later, the ninth prince was killed again and died on his bed, together with the princess.

The Ninth Prince has always been recognized as the next royal child to be crowned king. Conspiracy theories appeared again and were spread by word of mouth. Because King Hengjiang and the First Prince did not deal with each other, the Ninth Prince was the First Prince's competitor. People did not think too much about it.

Will not work.

Yang Mo didn't know anything about what happened. In the early morning, he got up as usual, washed up, and walked to the restaurant to eat. When he arrived, the eldest prince was sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, His Highness is here for dinner too." Yang Mo greeted with a smile.
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