Fang Chen returned to the quiet room and found several monks following along the way. Even if he returned to the quiet room, those monks were staring at them not far away.
Unexpectedly, these monks and the group of people who died at his hands were together, and they were all part of the pickpocket gang.
Che Yuxuan didn't want to talk about this matter before. From his attitude, we can analyze that there must be some connection between these monks and the ship owner.
"It will take another four years to arrive at Taichu, and it is not good to be missed by thieves all day long."
Fang Chen murmured to himself, his soul left his body and shuttled through the quiet rooms.
All the sixty-five floors below belong to human-level quiet rooms, and the sixty-one to thirty-five floors belong to earth-level quiet rooms.
The last ten floors belong to the heavenly quiet room, which is about twenty.
Fang Chen instantly swept through the human and earth-level areas, and his soul finally came to the heaven-level area. Finally, he saw the target he was looking for in a quiet room.
This heavenly quiet room has a strong spiritual power, more than ten times that of the human-level quiet room. At this moment, a young man with a calm expression was sitting.
The aura on the young man was obviously in the early stage of the Golden Pill. There were two female cultivators sitting on the left and right sides of him, wishing he could completely sag on the young man.
In front of the young man, a foundation-building monk was kneeling. He lowered his head and looked a little frightened.
"Old Wang, how many years have you been with me?"
The young man suddenly spoke.
The foundation-building monk trembled and he quickly replied: "Young master, it's been thirty-eight years."
"Have you been so long..."
The young man sighed a little, "Since you have been there for thirty-eight years, don't you know your own temper?"
A trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the foundation-building monk, and he was so anxious that he was sweating wildly. He didn't know how to answer.
"You said someone killed the person who was the one who killed me. If you don't take this person's head to find me, you just go back empty-handed. How can you let me give you the team in the future?"
The young man sighed softly: "There are many people who are not ashamed of our career, but in fact, the deity can be promoted to the Golden Pill, which means that the Golden Pill can be condensed through the years of hard work and hard work to find resources for practice.
In this process, you can't go smoothly and you will encounter some difficult troubles. How to solve these troubles? I have the experience, kill, and keep killing, killing them until they tremble and they are afraid."
"In this way, they can know whether they should provoke us and how much it will cost to provoke us. At this point, this business can be stable and will not fall after the wind blows over the years.
Can’t even understand this principle?”
"Young Master, I understand. I will definitely take this person's head and tell the others what the consequences will be if I go against us, and find the lost face!"
The foundation-building monk hurriedly said.
The young man smiled softly: "It's not too late to understand now. I heard that this person paid a fine of 5,000 low-grade spirit stones? It seems that his wealth is quite large.
There is still one month left, and the ship will be docked and you can find a way to take it to the shore to solve it."
"Young Master, if he doesn't land... he'll keep hiding in the quiet room..."
The foundation-building monk asked carefully.
There are rules for building ships, and even they dare not destroy some rules easily.
"Then just break into the quiet room and kill it. I have to teach you this?"
The young man frowned slightly.
"But the owner's side..."
The foundation-building monk was slightly stunned.
"They will turn a blind eye. You just need to be cleaner and don't make trouble."
The young man chuckled.
"I understand."
The foundation-building monk's eyes moved, bowed respectfully, and then left the quiet room.
Fang Chen frowned when he saw it.
Break into the quiet room and kill him?
It seems that this Jindan has a very close relationship here. If the ship owner can tolerate this, it means that the two sides have a deep interest dispute.
As soon as the foundation-building monk left, the gate of the quiet room was suddenly pushed open again. A young man who was careless walked in and smiled at the young man:
"Chen Sheng, should I give me the filial piety this month?"
A warm smile appeared on the young man's face: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, the spirit stone is ready."
He waved his sleeves lightly, and a total of a thousand low-grade spirit stones were added in front of him.
When the young man looked at it, he looked greedy and immediately took these low-grade spirit stones into the storage ring.
"By the way, I just heard that you encountered a thorn. It's better to do this cleanly, otherwise it would be difficult for me to explain to my uncle."
The young man left a word, turned around and left.
After he left, the smile on Chen Sheng's face disappeared and his expression was gloomy.
"Young Master, this Qi Refining Cultivator is so arrogant. You dare to call your name directly."
A female cultivator looked a little angry.
Chen Sheng said lightly: "Whoever lets him have a good uncle? If we want to continue making a living here, we must maintain a good relationship through him."
He paused, "You are sure that you have seen the person we are looking for here? Not on this ship?"
Another female cultivator hurriedly said, "Young Master, we have searched back and forth several times in the past few months, but we have not seen the person we are looking for.
However, many monks have disguised themselves, and it is difficult to find them based on their appearance alone. Why not come forward in person and let them disguise?"
Chen Sheng sneered: "Do you know who this person is? He killed a golden elixir like a chicken. Is it my own person who came forward to seek death?
You just need to investigate in secret. If you can't find a better one, I just want to earn some meager spirit stones here, but I don't want to get into those troubles."
The female cultivator looked terrified and quickly lowered her head and replied, "I understand."
"Look for someone?"
Fang Chen seemed to think about something.
It seems that there is someone behind this Jindan, no wonder he can blatantly plunder others here.
With a thought, Fang Chen followed the monk named Zhou to another heavenly quiet room.
"Uncle, this is Chen Sheng's filial piety this month."
The monk surnamed Zhou respectfully handed a thousand low-grade spirit stones to a middle-aged man in green robe in front of him.
The middle-aged man in green robe just took a light look, then put the storage ring in his hand, leaving fifty low-grade spirit stones to throw them to the monk named Zhou.
"I heard that Chen Sheng had five subordinates who were beaten and killed today?"
The middle-aged man in green robe said lightly.
The monk surnamed Zhou collected the spirit stones and said gloatingly: "Yes, the murderer lives in a human-level quiet room. He didn't expect to be so rich and even paid a fine of 5,000."
"When you see Chen Sheng again, remember to tell him, don't make things too big, otherwise I won't explain to my boss. If he ruins his reputation, he will not be able to compensate for the losses."
The middle-aged man in green robe said lightly.
The monk surnamed Zhou nodded quickly, and then said in a little confused: "Uncle, in fact, we can hold this business ourselves, why do we need to pretend to others?"
"Chen Sheng's background is a bit complicated. Since the boss turns a blind eye, we should not think too much. Just be filial every month."
After the middle-aged man in green robe finished speaking, he waved his hand and signaled the monk named Zhou to retreat.
"A thousand low-grade spirit stones can be paid at least three thousand low-grade spirit stones a month, and only 36,000 yuan a year. As expected, the best profit is for business without a business."
Fang Chen sighed a little.
At the same time, I also gave some snacks to what the middle-aged man in green robe said about Chen Sheng’s background being complicated.
After a few breaths, Fang Chen's soul returned to his orifice.
But my mind moved, and a monk from the Spirit-Slaying Secretariat was sending messages and talking.
[It's a joyful congratulation. I heard that the Kunlong War will be beaten by our masters of the Spirit Slaying Secret to pieces, and only one Yuanying escaped!]
[I have also heard about this. Those colleagues want to remember a great achievement.]
【What a pity, if I could keep the Nascent Soul, I would rather let it escape a little vitality.】
The Kunlong Warrior has no body?
A faint smile appeared in Fang Chen's eyes. After several months, this was the best news he had heard.