The bald man unloaded the supplies in the carriage one by one, and the men present gathered around him. Some went to get food and drink, while others looked for medicine and glutinous rice.
As they took what they needed, they kept cursing. I listened carefully and my face immediately became strange.
They were criticizing the corpse-keepers in southern Yunnan.
Most of the men in the arena have a bad mouth. Anyway, there is an endless stream of curse words.
I suddenly remembered that Master Deming of the Berlin Zen Temple followed this corpse-keeper to western Sichuan.
As a result, when I came back, my whole body was covered in corpse poison, and I haven't recovered yet.
While I was thinking about it, the bald man said to me: "Come on, little brother, lend me a hand. Carry everything into the cave."
I hurriedly agreed, slung my handbag across my back, and helped him carry two large bags of glutinous rice.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I asked him: "Brother, where is my boss?"
The bald man pointed to the other side of the mountain and said, "It's over there. Don't worry, I'll be back in the middle of the night."
I looked in the direction he pointed and saw a few white searchlights dimly lit on the dark mountain.
The lights go up in a staircase shape to the top of the mountain.
I was secretly shocked. Putting a searchlight on the mountain was not a simple project.
How much manpower and material resources will this cost?
In order to deal with the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan, how many people came this time?
The bald man saw something wrong with my expression, so he smiled and said, "What? This is your first time seeing this battle?"
"This time, in order to clean up the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan, the officials personally came forward and invited heroes from three mountains and five mountains to deal with this thing."
"Let me tell you, there are more than thirty people here this time, and the ones here are just injured and rotating friends. There are more than twenty people on the other side of the mountain."
More than thirty people, all experts in the circle who specialize in subduing demons, just wanted to deal with a little cursed corpse in western Sichuan.
Moreover, quite a few people were infected with corpse poison just now. From this point of view alone, the Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan is more powerful than I thought.
Baldhead and I teamed up to unload the heavy cargo from the car and load it all into the cave.
As soon as I came out of the cave, I saw a yellow signal flare rising from the opposite side of the mountain.
The bald man looked solemn and said, "Someone is injured again."
"You guys! Quickly pack up the tent and prepare glutinous rice and Sanyang wine!"
"By the way, is there any more purple cinnabar?"
A man in a dirty jacket said with a grimace: "Where is the purple cinnabar? Just make do with glutinous rice and Sanyang wine!"
"All the purple cinnabar was used to seal the little cursed corpse's lair in western Sichuan!"
The bald man urged: "Then prepare more glutinous rice! Damn it! Who is the first injured person?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a suit next to him said coldly: "Director Li, I'm sorry!"
"This trip is too dangerous. I'm not capable enough, so I won't cause trouble for everyone!"
The bald head suddenly turned around and said coldly: "What's the matter? Are you giving up halfway?"
Everyone around looked at the man in the suit, only to see that the man's face was red and he felt quite ashamed.
But seeing the people around him who had been poisoned by corpse poison, and looking at the yellow flare in front of him, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry! I can't make this money, and I don't want to make it!"
After he finished speaking, he grabbed his companion and turned around and left without hesitation.
Some people around sneered: "Is this Wushan's wailer? It's not that good at all. When he came here, he was very loud, saying that no matter what kind of zombie he was, he would be killed if he hit it with a wail stick."
Another person sneered and said: "The mourners in the past were very powerful, but now the mourners have lost their inheritance, so each generation is not as good as the last."
"Forget it, forget it, just leave as long as this coward is gone, so as not to fall through the cracks at the critical moment!"
Everyone is taunting everyone with every word they say.
But the two mourners seemed not to have heard anything and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The bald head glanced around and said, "Everyone, I am here to invite you on behalf of the official family. In fact, I am also interested in your abilities."
"This matter is indeed dangerous, but the reward has been mentioned before, and I promise to give you nothing less."
"Of course, we don't allow you to quit midway, but if you think you don't have the ability and have to quit, I won't embarrass you."
"Now everyone has seen how powerful the Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan is. If there are still people who want to quit, they can leave now. Don't wait until we form a blockade to escape privately."
"Don't worry, the officials will not keep any records, nor will they spread any negative remarks about those who withdraw."
As soon as he said this, the exorcists around him looked at each other.
After a while, another fat man stood up and said, "Sorry! Director Li!"
"My strength is limited, so I won't cause trouble for everyone!"
The bald man nodded slightly, then the fat man turned around and left.
Immediately afterwards, two more young men, a man and a woman, said to the bald head: "I'm sorry."
They didn't say anything more, and turned around and left without waiting for the bald head to speak.
The bald man's expression remained unchanged and he continued to ask: "Is anyone else going to leave?"
Someone chuckled and said: "Okay, as long as you participate, you will get a basic reward of 100,000 yuan. If you succeed, everyone will get 200,000 yuan."
"The price is not low."
"Other people are rich and don't dare risk their lives. But the rest of us are miserable. They only earn more than ten or two hundred thousand a year. If you take a job, you can earn two hundred thousand, that's enough!"
The rest of the group burst out laughing.
The bald man's face looked much better, and he said seriously: "I know that two hundred thousand yuan is nothing to some people here, but don't forget that doing things for officials is not just about the two hundred thousand yuan.
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"The official family will have a systematic way of calculating merit. As long as you are a friend who responds to the official call, you can ask the official family to do something for you at any time and anywhere."
"As long as what you want to do is not against the law, discipline or morality, and as long as you are in China-Earth, the officials will help you solve anything!"
No matter what, this is Middle-earth.
The official family is the supreme existence here.
Many capable colleagues are actually working for some government departments.
Although these departments are just prototypes, the government is still a government after all. Once they get serious, the resources they can use will definitely be extremely huge.
Those who leave will lose more than just one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand.
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, but then, a flashlight beam came directly from a distance.
Someone shouted: "Director Li! Director Li!"
"Zhang Sanfen and the corpse-chasing master of Longhu Mountain want me to tell you! The little cursed corpse in western Sichuan has been possessed by an evil spirit! If there is no way to subdue this thing, everyone will have to withdraw to Kangding temporarily!"