Chapter two hundred and sixty-two loss-making business
Chapter 262: Loss-making business
On the top of the mountain, He Xiang looked at Nansheng Town, which was already in pieces. He was stunned for a moment and burst into tears.
Zuo Mo glanced at the female cultivator not far away with a chilling look. She seemed to have returned to her previous motionless state. After yesterday's battle, in his eyes, the female cultivator seemed to be much more sinister than before, no matter what angle she looked at.
Horrible smell.
This made him feel a little guilty.
Cherish life and stay away from female cultivators, especially tough girls who know evil magic.
He studied with Pu Yao for a long time yesterday, but couldn't come up with a clue. He still had to do the work that should be done. After resting for a night, he continued to build the Fu Zhan Watchtower.
However, after this battle, the prisoners in the camp immediately became extremely honest. But the problem that followed was that no one dared to come close within three feet of Zuo Mo.
Zuo Mo originally had a question to ask Yuan Jiang, but as soon as he took two steps closer, he saw Yuan Jiang's face turned pale and his legs were trembling. Zuo Mo suddenly remembered that an enemy was scared to death by a tough girl.
Suddenly his feet stopped. Yuan Jiang was a rare talent. It would be a shame if he was scared to death. He had no choice but to stop.
Thinking about the lingering ghost of the fierce girl, wouldn't I have become a god of plague who is not close to humans and gods?
Zuo Mo's mood suddenly worsened, and he waved Yuan Jiang away. Seeing Yuan Jiang running faster than a rabbit, his mood became even worse. However, when he thought of Pu Yao's gloomy expression, and his unabashed expression
Feeling angry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Sure enough, happiness must always be based on the pain of others. Zuo Mo smiled and started to concentrate on building the city again.
As Zuo Mo saw, Pu Yao was in a terrible mood. The appearance of the female cultivator made him feel quite frustrated. He didn't know his origin, his identity, his strength, he didn't know... he didn't know anything.
And he had no choice. If he felt unhappy when his strength was not damaged, he could crush the opponent directly. However, now that his soul has been severely damaged, he has to act cautiously and can only rely on Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo is the one he trusts.
The place of soul, including him, was under threat from the female cultivator. How could this make Pu Yao feel at ease?
Moreover, he couldn't see through the female cultivator, which caused his inner uneasiness to increase sharply. Once something went wrong, he could do nothing about it. His strength had reached its lowest ebb in history. The female cultivator's strength was not only ridiculously strong, but also extremely weird.
"It looks like we have to cooperate for the time being." Pu Yao faced the tombstone and gritted his teeth and said, "This woman is too dangerous!"
There was no movement on the tombstone.
Pu Yao sneered: "Aren't you afraid that something will happen to him? Do you have any other choice besides him?"
The tombstone suddenly became as smooth as a mirror, and a figure was faintly visible.
Pu Yao smiled.
With the first Talisman War Tower, Zuo Mo's construction speed increased sharply. This was due to the fact that he gradually became accustomed to the new changes in his body. Zuo Mo named the move he used randomly that day, "Falling from the Sky".
Unintentionally "falling from the sky" made him realize the many wonderful features of his new body.
Especially his spiritual consciousness, his spiritual consciousness has not made much progress, as if it is stuck at a certain level. In the sky, he unintentionally stirred up the flames in the stream, and he seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart.
Breakthrough immediately.
The improvement of his spiritual consciousness had a huge impact, which also caused his speed of building Talisman Towers to increase sharply.
The most difficult part of the Talisman War Tower is carving the Talisman Array. After his spiritual consciousness becomes stronger, he can carve the Talisman Array more easily. In addition, there is already a building in front of him, and his construction speed is jaw-dropping. Yuan Jiang, who is watching from a distance,
I feel more and more that my boss is a monster.
Two monsters, a man and a woman.
The supply of supplies suddenly increased, and Ji Wei and Sun Bao were immediately dizzy with work.
Zuo Mo frantically built at a speed of one Talisman War Tower every two days. One Talisman War Tower after another was seen rising from the ground, and almost all the open space was used by Zuo Mo to build Talisman War Towers.
Zuo Mo had a strong feeling that his body's potential was being unleashed little by little.
All kinds of physical work will squeeze out every ounce of strength from his body; controlling fire paper will consume every bit of his spiritual energy; carving talisman arrays will consume all his spiritual consciousness.
He suddenly looked forward to what he would look like when the city was completed.
The expectations and desires in the eyes of the cultivators in the camp are also increasing day by day. In their opinion, no one can destroy such a strong city with such densely packed talisman towers.
Just when Zuo Mo was having a great time building the building, Ma Fan and the others arrived at the camp on a huge slave ship.
Looking at the black Xiu slaves, Zuo Mo didn't know what to say. Gongsun Chai sent more than a thousand prisoners, which already gave him a headache. It was not easy for him to settle them down. Ma Fan and the others packed in more than a thousand Xiu slaves.
, or a cultivator who is only in the Qi refining stage...
Zuo Mo lost his anger, pointed at the Xiu Nu in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "What do I want them to do?"
Ma Fan, Xie Shan and his party were all careful with each other. They also felt that this harvest was a bit outrageous. Xie Shan had a smile on his face: "Xiu slaves can be used for mining!"
"Mining? I don't believe they did a good job with Xiaota." Zuo Mo said with a dark face. Xiaota and Zuo Mo had the same mind. When he heard Zuo Mo praise him, he let out a sigh and appeared out of nowhere, proudly.
It twisted its somewhat chubby tower body, but when it saw Zuo Mo's face as black as the bottom of a pot, it froze and immediately squirmed and ran away.
Countless facts tell it that when its godfather is in a bad mood, it will not gain any good fruits by appearing in front of him.
Ma Fan cautiously smiled and said: "Boss, you don't know, the one in the outer hall is so poor that only these cultivators are left. We have no choice but to return empty-handed. This is not in line with your usual teachings to us.
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"Yes, yes!" Lei Peng quickly agreed and nodded desperately.
Zuo Mo sneered: "Not bad! You remember my words very clearly."
"It's necessary!" Lei Peng slapped his chest, which was full of chest hair. Xie Shan and Ma Fan looked at each other, shut their mouths obediently, and looked at Lei Peng sympathetically.
"Then you come and feed them." Zuo Mo glanced at Lei Peng: "You forgot the other thing I said. You can't do business that makes you lose money. Well, I will deduct it from your reward."
Lei Peng let out an earth-shattering howl and hugged Zuo Mo's thigh: "Boss! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
Anger suddenly rose up in Zuo Mo's chest, he kicked Lei Peng twenty feet away, and cursed: "You also know you are wrong! Uh-huh! Do you know how many crystal stones you spend a day? Five! Seven!
One hundred people, that’s 3,500 third-grade crystal stones a day! Do you really think I’m a rich man? I’m so poor now that I can’t even eat!”
Everyone was frightened into silence by Zuo Mo's anger. Thinking about it, they consume a lot of crystals every day to practice, and these expenses are provided by the boss. They had never thought about it before, but now that the boss calculated it, they were shocked.
.Many people feel guilty. As long as the crystals are used for cultivation, the boss is open to supplying them and there is never a shortage.
"Aha! Now that so many cultivators have returned, you are deliberately bankrupting me!" Zuo Moyu was still angry. Nothing made him more angry than going bankrupt!
"Boss, let's go grab the spar for you!" Lei Peng crawled over to express his determination.
"That's right, boss, I can't let you lose money!"
"Snatch them all!"
A group of people suddenly howled and screamed with such murderous looks that the faces of more than a thousand slaves turned pale with fright.
"What should we do with these cultivators? Sell them?" Ma Fan asked carefully.
"Who did you sell it to?" Zuo Mo's anger dissipated a lot and he snorted: "Isn't that just to tell others that Nansheng Town was done by you?"
Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt it was difficult.
"Should we kill him?" Xie Shan hesitated and asked. Many people around him looked uncomfortable.
As soon as these words came out, Xiu Nu, who was close, turned pale. He knelt down with a bang, kowtowed desperately, and prayed with a crying voice: "Sir! We know how to work! We are willing to do any work! Sir, we
I just want a bite to eat..."
"Get up! Get up!" Zuo Mo had a headache. He had never seen such a battle before.
How could those cultivators dare to get up? They all knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "Sir..."
The irritated Zuo Mo was furious: "Shut up, everyone, and get up! Whoever wants to kneel again will be chopped!"
These words were indeed effective, and there was silence on the spot.
Zuo Mo turned around and left without saying a word.
The rest of Ma Fan and the others looked at each other with grim faces. Those who suggested bringing Xiunu back felt regretful, but no one was in the mood to talk at this time.
Zuo Mo found a fuzhan tower glumly, sat down, and lay back. Even though he had so many people under his command, in essence, he was still just a young man who had not seen much of the world.
There are also Xiunu in Wukong Jianmen. He has some sympathy for Xiunu. They are all a bunch of pitiful people.
But life is not easy, and his sympathy will not extend to the slaves who are strangers and have no relatives. These slaves are indeed a big burden, but if he is allowed to rape the slaves, he will never do such a thing.
Can't do it.
On weekdays, he is used to facing these things with a stand-by attitude. Who would have thought that one day such a thing would happen to him?
The small mountain world is full of dangers, and their goal is to leave quickly. How can they have the time and energy to take care of such a group of helpless cultivators? What Zuo Mo needs now is cultivators with strong fighting ability, not cultivators without any fighting ability.
These cultivators also need to consume spiritual grains or crystal stones. Although the amount is not large, but there are a large number of people, it is still a big sum. The already heavy burden will become even heavier.
How could such a fatal thing happen to me?
Zuo Mo lay weakly, looking at the delicate talisman array on the ceiling, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Pu Yao's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "I have a way."