Wang Zhuanlun stood at the bow of the boat, followed by a group of disciples. His eyebrows were covered with dark clouds, and no one dared to come forward to disturb him.
Since it is named after the salt owl, private salt is the main business of eating. As for the smuggling of other contraband items, it is an accompanying side business, and it is also used for the purpose of baiting.
This time, all the private salt was gone, and it was a waste of time. As the leader of the salt owl, Wang Zhuanlun knew the reason to lose if he didn't make a profit, and he felt extremely depressed.
What was even more uncomfortable was that Wang Zhuanlun was sure to win, but Qi Lie escaped, and he didn't even touch the shadow of the person who took action.
Such setbacks are more uncomfortable than losing private salt.
Wang Zhuanlun lowered his head, his eyes as if he could penetrate his clothes and see the talisman on his chest.
A complex rune is not painted or carved, but blended with the flesh, just like it is naturally formed with texture and skin tone.
With this talisman, Wang Zhuanlun has the confidence, and the heaven is not afraid of the earth.
"Who else can subvert the foundation of my Qianqiu Society?"
Wang Zhuanlun silently recited the eight-character mantra in his heart, "Unified for thousands of years, immortality!"
On both sides of the straits, the army of pickled corpses was advancing silently, like an orderly army under the night.
He was holding hundreds of pickled corpses in his hand, and he was not afraid of the government's army. What happened to selling private salt?
Wang Zhuanlun's head was filled with wind, and it turned out that an apprentice rushed forward quickly, "Master, it's not right!"
"Um!"
Wang Zhuanlun turned around dissatisfiedly. The pressure in his eyes made his disciple's legs weak and he almost fell to his knees in front of him, "Master, forgive me!"
"Speak quickly, what's going on?"
The apprentice stuttered, "We just counted the number of pickled corpses and found that how many were missing?"
When Wang Zhuanlun heard this, his face sank, "It's not good to count the amount!"
There are a fixed number of hundreds of pickled corpses under his command. If they are kept in one place, there is no need to worry about being lost.
But now the situation is much more complicated when advancing along the river. After all, pickled corpses are hard to tame. They are all due to his suppression with magic to obey orders.
If flesh and blood creatures break into the team and arouse the cravings of pickled corpses for blood food, they will probably explode on the spot, break free from the bondage for a short time, and leave the team to hunt food.
Therefore, every once in a while, you should lightly pickle the number of corpses to avoid getting lost.
Of course, Wang Zhuanlun would not do such a small matter himself, but would hand it over to a group of apprentices.
In the past, the apprentices had never had any problem counting the number, but today, even though they counted back and forth, there was still thirteen missing.
For hundreds of pickled corpses, Thirteen is not a large number, but the disciples all know that pickled corpses are the top of Wang Zhunlun's heart. If one of them is lost, they will beat the board. Now there are Thirteen missing, so they can't say that they will kill people in anger.
"Master, please spare me. Let's count it again and again. There are 371 in total, and thirteen are missing!"
Wang Zhuanlun said angrily, "Why don't you go and find it quickly. One is missing. I will make you pickled corpses!"
The disciples were chilling when they heard this. They followed Wang Zhuanlun and cured the pickled corpse by themselves. It was a hellish scene, and no one wanted to become the pickled corpse!
So, figures jumped from the wooden boat to the shore and began to cast a net to search for the lost pickled corpse.
...
A moment later, a fire exploded and a certain disciple of Wang Zhuanlun fell to the ground and died.
"Brother Qi, good means!"
The apprentice opened his eyes wide and died with his eyes open. In front of him, the lost thirteen pickled corpses stood there, wrapped in a layer of golden light.
Fang Dou patted his hands. When the apprentice came to find him, he saw the pickled corpse they were plundering. He was about to call his companions when he was hit by a ball of fire in his chest and died immediately.
Qi Li rubbed his fingers and dissipated the smoke, "Do you continue?"
"Wait a minute, wait until I refine these pickled corpses before talking about it!"
Time is urgent, Fang Dou can only use the "refining" method of scattering beans to form soldiers to cut off Wang Zhuan's control over the pickled corpse. If you want to continue refining, you have to leave it for the future.
The golden light flashed and sank into the pickled corpse, instantly disconnecting from contact.
On the distant wooden boat, Wang Zhunhuang sensed it and let out a roar, "Who dares to destroy my pickled body?"
At this time, all the apprentices who were looking for had returned one after another, but they all got nothing.
"Well, where is Lao Ba?"
Wang Zhuanlun glanced at him and found that one person was missing, the apprentice who was killed by Qilie just now.
"Eighth Junior Brother, he may be lost!"
The other disciples guessed in their hearts that Lao Ba must know that the matter was too big, and the master must have killed someone and escaped while he was out.
Idiot, how can you escape from Master’s spell search with your legs?
Wang Zhuanlun sneered twice, "It's not necessarily true that he's lost!"
He looked at the other apprentices again, "Who else do you want to get lost next?"
The disciples were silent and dared not answer.
Wang Zhuanlun put his hand on his chest, took out the power of the talisman, and took out a porcelain bottle containing a pool of essence and blood.
"Did you forget the poisonous oath you made when you entered the master's sect?"
The apprentices lowered their heads and looked at each other with their eyes, obviously remembering their former vows.
They didn't speak, and Wang Zhuanlun said instead, "If you dare to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, you will definitely die from a poisonous curse and burn out your flesh and blood!"
The next moment, he crushed the porcelain bottle, suspended the ball of essence and blood belonging to Lao Ba on his fingertips, and began to activate the power of the rune.
A wave spanned a long distance and landed on Lao Ba's corpse.
Fang Dou and Qilie wanted to leave, but suddenly they saw the body mutated. Under the cold and hard skin, bubbles were bulging like boiling water.
Even from the inside of the corpse, there were rumbling sounds of upside down.
A ball of blood and fire rose from the chest and filled the whole body in an instant. After a few breaths, the flesh and blood were burned into ashes, leaving only white bones.
Such strange methods made the two of them feel numb to their scalp. They knew that it must be the leader of the Yan Owl who took action. If the living person was defeated, wouldn't the end be even more tragic?
On the wooden boat, Wang Zhunlun collected his mana and had a cold face. "The eighth old man has become a pile of white bones. Whoever wants to learn from him can leave!"
The apprentices knelt all over the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, screaming and dared not.
"Continue to rush!"
Wang Zhuanlun ordered the fleet to continue walking forward.
Another day passed.
"Master, I, I, I..."
The disciple who reported the news was fighting, obviously he knew that he had been on a chore to die.
"explain!"
"We just finished counting the pickled corpses, and another fifteen were missing!"
After the apprentice finished speaking, he closed his eyes and waited for the end to fall.
After a long time, Wang Zhuanlun asked, "Only fifteen are missing?"
"Only", what does this mean?
The apprentice heard Wang Zhuanlun ask again, "Why are there many of you who have these foodies?"
"Get out soon. If there are fewer pickled corpses tomorrow, you don't have to come back!"
After hearing this news, the disciples knew that the king Zhuanlun was extremely angry and was on the verge of an outbreak. Next time, I was afraid that I would really kill someone.
They were named disciples, but in fact they were subordinates of the Yan Xiao, and were also slaves of Wang Zhuanlun. They were either beaten or scolded, and were severely beaten and executed.
There was a disciple who could not bear it and tried to defect. After being caught by Wang Zhuanlun, he burned all his flesh and blood with evil fire. The whole process lasted for three hours, which was a nightmare for everyone present for the rest of their lives.
Chapter completed!