Wang Jin patted the dirt on his body and took his coat from Hu Ling.
"It's really amazing... I thought Lu Zhishou was here just now."
Hu Ling looked at the black air mass that had been completely broken up and murmured softly.
Lei Gongzhao is very scary, but the attack is too scattered.
The lightning rod left by Wang Jin perfectly solved this problem.
So hundreds of people complained that they had eaten all the thunder.
This strange thing that originally belonged to Black Mama was completely scattered.
Because of this, Mo Li, who has enough strength, can completely absorb it and turn it into his own power.
In other words, from now on, Morley is a self-aware villain.
Although it sounds cruel, this is a good thing for Mo Li.
After all, she herself has become a part of the Hundred People's Resentment, and there are only two options to devour or be devoured.
Wang Jin did this, which was a great help to her.
"God...what should we do?"
While Wang Jin was carefully observing the changes that had occurred after Mo Li absorbed the black energy, the villagers who were huddled aside with fear finally couldn't help but asked.
Witnessing the thunder that shook half of the Peach Blossom Spring, their title of Wang Jin changed from "adult" to "god".
"Um…"
Wang Jin touched his chin and remained silent.
He is also considering this issue.
The will of the scene has disappeared, and these villagers are destined to collapse along with the Peach Blossom Spring.
But this is not their only option.
Still the same sentence.
They still have residual value.
Wang Jin's stuffed religious sect is growing day by day, and there are accountants and thugs.
But there is still a lack of people.
Here we go.
Although most of the time they fall upon collision, they are still the most important part of an organization.
For example, tonight, I lost a lot of ammunition and time due to the entanglement of the minions.
Wang Jin knew what was going on with Lu Chai. The train station was attacked by two groups of unclean people at the same time.
Just relying on the dozen or so Liu Xians of the She family is not enough.
If Wang Jin hadn't asked Tian Gou to control the field in advance, things might have been really troublesome.
From now on, more and more people will want to reach out to Jiuchun, and Wang Jin wants to keep these people out as much as possible.
So he wants to develop a team of his own.
The group of people in Peach Blossom Spring are afraid of themselves and are immune to most physical attacks.
It's a pretty good choice.
The premise is that they can escape the fate of disappearing with the Peach Blossom Spring.
"Want to form a private force of your own?"
Hu Ling spoke suddenly, interrupting Wang Jin's train of thought.
"No."
The latter shook his head, but his eyes did not change at all.
There is obviously some conspiracy brewing.
"The company explicitly prohibits this, and I've also heard about your plush cult."
Hu Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled a little strangely.
This young man has great ideas.
"There are only a bunch of stuffed animal lovers here, so don't taint their innocence."
Wang Jin spread his hands and showed a harmless smile.
"What's more, we just want to protect Jiuchun so that other unstable factors will not prevent me from completing my mission."
"Can you understand me...third sister?"
The young man turned his head and looked at Hu Ling. His long white hair hung down to cover half of his face, adding a touch of divinity to his already handsome face.
It's impossible to reject his every word.
"Ahem, I understand."
Hu Ling's pretty face turned red and she turned her head and pretended not to see it.
Obviously, she is a white-haired person.
Wang Jin turned his head leisurely, his eyes passing over the villagers who were still waiting for death, and then past the devastated Peach Blossom Spring.
Finally it fell on Mori.
This girl has completely absorbed the black energy and has become a new generation of hatred.
But she still closed her eyes and frowned tightly.
After a long time, she looked at Wang Jin.
"The only solution lies with her."
The young man nodded and walked towards Mo Li.
"Wang Jin... something went wrong."
Mo Li spoke hesitantly, keeping his voice as low as possible.
"A hundred people complain that one piece is missing?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, his voice casual as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.
"How did you..."
Mo Li's eyes widened, and then he was relieved.
Most people can't understand Wang Jin's brain, just get used to it.
"Don't worry, I know where it is."
The young man spread his hands and signaled Mo Li not to worry.
"There is an old saying that the thief never comes up empty."
"The thief will not return empty-handed, let alone a heavenly master who is proficient in the art of stealing lives."
"The head of Lu?"
Hu Ling frowned.
She failed to kill Lu Zhishou with a sword in a sleepless night, and now she is upset when she hears the name.
"It doesn't matter, this is also a good thing for us."
"After all, he also left me a gift."
Wang Jin waved his hand and took out the talismans from his pocket.
There are more than a dozen of them, and they are all secrets of the Tianshi Mansion.
Obviously, Lu Zhishou was ruthless in order to kill Wang Jin.
But he didn't expect that all the arrangements he had worked so hard to leave behind were used as wedding dresses for others.
"We can now sense Lu Zhishou, he has directly exposed himself to the public."
Wang Jin pointed at Mo Li.
Mo Li closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then opened his eyes in confusion.
"There's no problem sensing the general direction of Lu Zhishou."
"But I noticed something else."
Mo Li patted his strong belly and looked at Wang Jin.
"You found yourself connected to Peach Blossom Spring?"
"How do you know..."
Mo Li sighed, with a bit of resentment in his eyes.
This feeling of having every word guessed is strange and even a little scary.
"It's very simple."
Wang Jin grinned and smiled again.
"The will of the scene has been eaten up by hundreds of people's resentment, and the hundred people's resentment has been eaten up by you."
"It happens that all the villagers have been related to the Hundred People's Resentment."
"To round things off, you are the new will of the scene."
"…ah?"
Mo Li seemed to have never received so much information at once.
She stood there blankly, like a computer that had suddenly crashed.
I was a human at first, then I became a ghost, and then I became the enemy of hundreds of people, and now I am the will of the scene.
It's so magical, almost like a dream.
But when Mo Li saw the villagers kneeling in front of him, he realized that all this was true.
"I'll do it."
Wang Jin patted Mo Li on the shoulder, indicating that she could digest the information first.
Mo Li cast a grateful look and then walked aside.
Wang Jinze looked at the villagers coldly.
Then he shouted angrily.
"Stand up! No kneeling!"
The villagers cheered and stood up, as if they were worried that if they slowed down for a second, their heads would move.
The young man seemed satisfied. He looked around and continued to speak.
"I dealt with that black energy so that you can continue to survive."
"The process was thrilling. I really fought for my life, and everyone can see it."
"But I don't intend to ask for any reward. I am just doing this because you are very obedient."
"You can survive if you obey. That's what I said from the beginning."
Wang Jin grinned and showed a gentle smile.
But his pure black eyes exuded a malicious light.
The villagers nodded blankly, and the facial features on the white paper masks formed a "?–_–?"
Although Wang Jin is ruthless, he keeps his promise.
If you say let them live, let them live.
What's more, Wang Jin's own strength is several times better than that of the original fish and meat village scene will.
They had no better choice and could only listen to Wang Jin's arrangements for the time being.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person and I won't treat you as slaves."
"On the contrary, I have always been a person with a strong sense of justice."
The young man shook his head, his words were righteous and his eyes were firm.
“The Peach Blossom Spring is beautiful.”
"But you lack the power to protect this place."
"Now that I'm here, I won't let what happened today happen again."
Wang Jin whispered with compassion in his eyes.
"I will help you rebuild your home and even train you so that you have the power to protect this place."
Speaking of this, his tone became more and more passionate and his voice gradually became louder.
"From today on, we are compatriots, compatriots who help each other."
"So you are not allowed to kneel, I do not allow you to kneel to anyone!"
"Do you understand?"
Wang Jin's eyes swept across the audience again, and he found that the expressions on the villagers' faces changed to "?!△!?".
"clear!"
The villagers nodded vigorously and cheered.
"I'm very strict and will ask you to come out to deal with the enemy from time to time... It's considered an assessment."
"Can you complete the mission?"
"able!!!"
Looking at the villagers gearing up, Wang Jin turned to look at the dumbfounded Mo Li.
"Our Plush Rong God Cult... is not an illegal organization, right?"
Mo Li hesitated to speak, but found that Wang Jin did not answer him.
"From today on, you are the gun-and-stick instructor of the Plush God Sect. Start practicing as soon as possible."
The young man patted Mo Li on the shoulder, turned and left.
——
"...Was that a thunder photo just now?"
The old man squatted on the ground, holding a wisp of fuzzy black air in his hand.
Although he is not in the Peach Blossom Spring, he can still know what happened based on the connection between the black energy and the Hundred People's Resentment.
First, the thunderbolt took effect, and then the atmosphere of hundreds of people's resentment changed.
There are only two possibilities.
Or, Wang Jin dies and Hundreds of Resentments return to unification.
Either way, Wang Jin was unscathed and the Hundreds of People's Resentment was lost.
Although Lu Zhishou didn't want to admit it, he subconsciously felt that the correct answer was the one he hated the most.
"Wang Jin...what if you just died like this?"
The old man sighed and dropped the two corpses in his hands on the ground.
The rain mixed with blood, smearing the paint on the faces of the two men in a horrible way.
Lu Zhishou bent down and pulled down the green and yellow flags from behind them, then kicked them into the deep hole they had just dug.