The great man was swiftly passing through the water, wrapped in a large cloud of light. Although he was at the bottom of the water, unexpectedly, it was not difficult to breathe.
"This spiritual light that transformed into a giant crocodile actually has the magical power of water-proofing!"
He escaped this disaster and felt more dizzy, and the accumulated magic salt in his body began to explode.
"No, we must insist on seeing the person who takes action!"
He was almost capsized just now, but someone took action to repel the attack of the salt owl and rescue him.
Qi Lie was so curious about this that he thought about the practitioners in several nearby counties, but no one met his characteristics.
So, despite the poisonous blood, Qi Lie insisted on seeing Fang Dou.
Crazy, the crocodile spirit broke through the water surface, took Qi Li to the shore, turned into a ray of light, and returned to Fang Dou's hand.
"My little master, you saved me?"
When Qi Lie saw Fang Dou, his first reaction was that he was a monk and should be a member of the Shi Sect.
Fang Dou waved his hand, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a monk."
"I saw you fighting with the Yan Xiao just now. Your firearm is so amazing, it's really eye-opening."
The strange and fierce means use various objects to drive the fire and turn it into various attack methods, with great lethality. If you encounter other enemies, you will not be as embarrassed as you are now.
The salt owl faced the enemy on the river surface, and there was a corpse attack that was ignorant of death or pain. He restrained Qilie's firearms and even used the highly poisonous method of salt to conquer Qilie, which was why Qilie was hindered.
If it were another home court, it would probably be the opposite.
"You are very poisoned, do you need my help?"
Fang Dou saw Qi Lie's lips turned purple and his face was pale. Layers of sweat came out, turning into large beads of sweat and falling down. It was obviously in internal friction.
“I can solve it myself!”
Qi Lie took out a wooden box from his arms, pulled out a knife from it, and cut out several wounds on his body, and purple blood splattered out.
The blood flows on the ground and seeps into the soil, leaving behind many dust-like particles, which are the salt that melts into the blood vessels.
After a moment, the wound solidified, Qi Lie's face became a little rosy, and his breathing became stronger.
"When I breathe, I can drive away the salt from my body!"
The salt owl's magic salt is very poisonous and is not a poison in essence, so it can be solved so easily. If it is a more powerful poison, Qili may not be able to solve it.
Qi Lie sighed, "I was entrusted by someone to come to wipe out the Yan Xiao, but I was careless. I didn't expect that the Yan Xiao's pickled corpse was so powerful that everyone on land and water could show off their evil spirits!"
In the south of the Yangtze River, people who know water are not common, but those who are proficient in water are rare. They are drowned floating corpses, which are all flower stands that are unusable, and are not as powerful as pickled corpses.
"According to my guess, the salt can force out water, allowing the pickled corpse to be integrated inside and outside, and isolate the water vapor into the penetration, so that it can enter the water without sinking and move freely!"
Qi Lie shook his head repeatedly, "No wonder, over the years, the salt owl has been trafficking in the canal, and no one dares to stop him. Instead, it has made him become bigger and bigger!"
He was a little discouraged, and this time he took action, it would be difficult to achieve results.
Qi Lie was born into a general, but he fell into the family of his previous generation and became a commoner, but he inherited the military and spear techniques of his ancestors, with tragic murderous aura and domineering moves.
When he arrived at his family, he was not interested in revitalizing his family business. Instead, he became a raider and became a disciple and learned his skills. As a result, he met a strange man in the mountains and learned a firearm to control the law.
Heroes and righteousness have to make a living. Qi Li has no family business and can barely make a living by making friends with everyone.
Recently, a friend of his at the Salt and Iron Department invited him instead of the government to solve the private salt problem in the Jiangnan region.
Ordinary private salt dealers carry them with their hands and shoulders, at most dozens or even hundreds of bags of private salt, which has little impact on the market.
But there is a group of "salt owls" who relies on magic to traffic in private salt. Every time the private salt put into the market, it will cause huge fluctuations, and the profits of the Salt and Iron Company are greatly affected.
"To be honest, my friend said this time that if the Yan Xiao can solve the problem, the bounty given by the government will be enough!"
Qi Lie was embarrassed to talk about money, so he opened his palm and gestured the number of bounty.
Fang Dou thought to himself, seeing how difficult the salt owl is, it will take four digits no matter how hard it is.
"Five thousand taels!"
It's pretty good, after all, Fang Dou captured Lang Qi alive and gained so much in total.
"Ahem!"
He started to cough violently, "Of course not, it's five hundred taels!"
"This government is too stingy!"
Fang Dou did not understand the basis for the formulation of the bounty, but the wooden ships under Yan Xiao sold more than tens of thousands of kilograms of salt, but in the final calculation, it was far more than 500 taels of salt.
"There are quite a lot, and it's my friend who strives for it!"
Qi Lie thought in his mind that with these five hundred taels, the lost firearm can be supplemented, and it is very cost-effective to spend three years on a business.
Even the seized from the salt owl was reduced by more than five hundred taels.
However, he had also seen the power of pickled corpses before. Only one-tenth of the hundreds of pickled corpses were dispatched, and he was in a hurry.
Qi Lie estimated that even if he used all the firearms on his body, it would be difficult to kill the corpse formation and solve the problem of the salt owl master who was manipulating behind him.
"Well, this little master is OK!"
Qi Lie's eyes fell on Fang Dou, and suddenly he had an idea and decided to invite Fang Dou to deal with the Yan Xiao together.
"My little master, if you and me join forces, we will get half the bounty!"
"I don't want the bounty!"
Qi Lie didn't expect that Fang Dou refused so simply and didn't know how to speak!
At this time, Fang Dou said again, "You can join forces with you, but all the pickled corpses belong to me!"
"What?"
The reaction was fierce and he quickly stood up, "What do you want to do?"
In his opinion, pickling corpses is an evil thing and should be destroyed by burning. Fang Dou wanted to pickling corpses, which made him begin to doubt the other party's motive.
Fang Dou explained, "I have a magic spell that can save the wronged souls. These pickled corpses were framed by the salt owl during their lifetime. They held their resentment in their mouths and had nowhere to vent. If they were saved by me, they could be reincarnated."
Qi Lie's face relaxed when he heard this, "So that's it, the little master is really kind-hearted."
He had already determined in his heart that Fang Dou was definitely a monk, otherwise why did he inseparable from the word "supreme" in his words?
Fang Dou thought it was so dangerous. He fell in love with these pickled corpses because, according to the spelling of beans to become soldiers, pickled corpses are the best ingredients and can be used to make meat beans.
The refining of meat beans requires living people as materials, which is too contrary to Fang Dou's moral understanding, so he has never planned to refine them.
But it would be different if it was a pickled corpse. Yan Xiao has hundreds of pickled corpse under his command, and the error tolerance rate is very high, so this kind of opportunity is rare.
If Fang Dou wants to follow the steps and use normal means to refine meat beans, he may not be able to accumulate enough resources and capital until he is 60 years old.
The opportunity is rare. Even if Qi Lie doesn’t take the initiative to invite him, Fang Dou will find a way to intervene.
"Brother Qi, just call me my original name, Fang Dou!"
"There are many pickled corpses under the command of Yan Xiao. We can't fight hard, so we must think of some ways!"
Qilie frowned and said, "Brother Fang Dou, what are your plans?"
"Have you ever heard of fighting guerrilla?"
...
On the canal, the fleet continued to move forward, but the scale had shrunk a lot. With a wave of impact, the giant crocodile directly scrapped many wooden ships, which had turned into broken wood and sank to the bottom of the water.
Chapter completed!