In the back alley of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel ax from his sleeve, and was about to rush into the house and kill Alda with an axe. This damn guy, if he plays like this, Lin Qi will let Lin Qi do it in the future.
How can you meet people with the title of Earl of Longshan?
Bilibili blinked his eyes desperately, gloating at Lin Qi who was almost going berserk. Alda is unlucky? That's really great! Let the great and terrifying Lin Qi tear Alda into pieces, Lin Qi's side
It is enough to have a pure-blooded little devil called Bilibili. It would be better for a mixed-blooded devil like Alda to die as soon as possible.
Just when Lin Qi was about to climb over the wall to teach Alda a lesson and give Mrs. Lu Fen a lesson, a twisted black shadow slipped out from the nearby shadows. The black shadow knelt on the ground with all its five bodies, and faced Lin Qi.
He made a big salute and whispered in a very respectful voice: "King God, the Graham you asked us to stare at has left this house!"
Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened. He took a deep look at the deep courtyard of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, and lightly jumped down from the wall. He made a gesture to Bilibili and the black figure.
, the black figure immediately escaped into the darkness, leading Lin Qi to quickly walk towards the street ahead.
Bilibili followed Lin Qi, looking around slyly, observing the movement along the way.
The soldiers brought by Lin Qi stayed in the back alley. If anything happened to Alda, these thugs would rush into the yard without hesitation and smash everything in the yard to pieces with just a greeting.
- They have done this kind of thing countless times in the Black Abyss Prison, and they are most familiar with it.
The erratic black shadow led the way in front, making no sound or noise while walking. Lin Qi nodded secretly, and couldn't help but admire the army of dead soldiers under the command of Paradise. The army of nearly ten thousand dead soldiers, the patron saint
The palace has indeed spared no effort in cultivating the three guardian goddesses.
Each of these dead warriors has extremely strange abilities. The black shadow leading the way in front of him is clearly an assassin who has half-stepped into the realm of saints. It’s just that the training methods used by these dead warriors are extremely cruel and harsh.
Although their strength has increased extremely quickly, with inhuman speed, their lifespan has also been greatly harmed.
The black figure in front of him will definitely not have more than a hundred years of life left. Compared with the life span of a normal saint of nearly ten thousand years, this is really a pitiful number. Lin Qi looked at the back of the black figure and secretly thought
Thinking about where to get some medicine to replenish life essence and prolong life for these poor dead soldiers.
These people are loyal and extremely powerful. It would be a pity if they died of exhaustion in just a few hundred years.
The Osmanthus Tree's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Qi's spiritual sea. Sensing Lin Qi's thoughts, the Osmanthus Tree quickly put forward thirty-two feasible suggestions - the simplest of them could make these dead soldiers survive.
Doubling their lifespan means allowing them to live for about a hundred more years. And the most difficult method is to restore these dead soldiers to their original lifespan.
But even the simplest method requires a large amount of mother-fetal liquid. Where can Lin Qi get such a thing that can only be found in ancient ruins? Lin Qi shook his head and forgot about the Osmanthus Tree's suggestion.
After continuing to walk forward for a while, Osmanthus Tree suddenly spoke hesitantly: "Actually, I can produce the so-called maternal and fetal liquid. In my memory, maternal and fetal liquid is only the source of life in Seven Hundred and Ninety-Five.
It ranks thirty-ninth among liquids, and there are thirty-eight other life source liquids that are more effective than it."
Lin Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and her steps as she walked forward were slightly distracted.
"But energy and materials!" Osmanthus Tree said in a low voice: "With extremely huge energy and extremely many materials, I can create enough mother-fetal liquid or other life source liquids."
Extremely huge energy? Lin Qi carefully asked the Osmanthus Tree about the meaning of this so-called extremely huge energy. When Lin Qi heard that this was equivalent to the total power of all the demigods in the bodies of thirty intermediate demigods,
Lin Qi wisely told the sweet-scented osmanthus tree to shut up. He didn't want to be hit again.
In the Eastern Continent, with the help of the Tiger Clan's main family, it is possible to hunt down thirty demigods. But in the Western Continent? Ha, are you kidding me?
The two-wheeled carriage in front turned into a dark alley surrounded by more than a dozen guards, and continued walking for a while. The two-wheeled carriage entered an extremely remote alley with dilapidated buildings.
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Just like there are always shadows under the sun, there are also slums in Port Vias City, the richest place in the world. Graham's two-wheeled carriage marched brazenly into the largest slum area in Port Vias City.
He stopped in front of an extremely old courtyard with at least four hundred years of history.
This courtyard...Lin Qi even felt that this courtyard should be a place haunted by the undead.
The broken wall was full of holes, and the iron gate was wrapped with half-dead vines, which looked like countless venomous snakes. The messy and smelly mud was spread on the ground more than a foot deep, and the water vapor in the mud was evaporated.
, a layer of white mist three feet thick sticking to the ground formed in the yard.
There were originally two three-story buildings in the courtyard, but more than half of the three-story building in the front had collapsed, and only the building in the back was still intact. But even though this small building was intact, the roof of the building was still intact.
The towers and carvings had also collapsed and shattered, turning into a mess of rubbish piled on the roof.
Graham carefully got off the carriage, and several guards frowned. They found some straw and wooden boards from somewhere and spread them on the ground. Graham cursed someone, and stepped awkwardly on the straw and wooden boards.
The wooden board was walking on the mud. He tried his best to avoid stepping on the mud, but the mud in the yard was too thick and his fat body was heavy, so the wooden board would not sink and stain his luxurious boots with some black.
Painty, smelly mud.
"Oh, God, let that old guy return to your arms as soon as possible!" Graham muttered angrily: "No matter which god harvested his soul, I will be happy to donate a gold coin to your temple!
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Lin Qi glanced at Graham. He used his hand gestures to order Bilibili and the dead soldier to stay outside the yard, staring closely at Graham. Then he quickly walked around to the back wall of the yard and pressed the wall with both hands.
, crossed the wall lightly, and arrived under the small building behind in a few steps.
Graham was still walking hard step by step in the front yard, while Lin Qi was already holding a steel ax, carefully stepping on the dilapidated stone steps, slowly walked up the small building, and came to the only room on the second floor.
In a room with lights on.
This is a restaurant, a restaurant large enough to accommodate a banquet of nearly a hundred people.
In the huge restaurant, only one oil lamp was lit, and the dim light made everyone look as eerie as ghost shadows.
There were more than thirty men and women standing beside the long, bare old wooden table like zombies. Yes, everyone was standing around the table because the chairs under their butts were all rotten and there was no way to sit on them.
People can only sit.
There was no paint at all, and there were holes everywhere on the dining table. A man with a sallow complexion, who looked to be in his early fifties, was sitting on the only three-legged chair, slowly cutting a long piece of food with a dining knife.
Loaf of bread.
Originally this loaf of bread was supposed to be a loaf of delicious white bread mixed with butter, but in Lin Qi's opinion, this loaf of bread should be garbage that was disposed of by the bakery after it expired. The originally soft and delicious loaf of bread was now eaten with a knife.
The hard crust of bread fell down with a rustling sound.
While cutting the bread, the middle-aged man twisted up the crumbs of bread on the table with his fingers and kept throwing them into his mouth.
"What a pity, what a waste. What a nice loaf of buttered white bread! What a waste!" The middle-aged man frowned and muttered: "Really, you can't eat such white bread on weekdays.
If it wasn't my birthday, you wouldn't have such a good meal!"
The thirty-nine men and women standing at the table looked at the middle-aged man with stiff faces, and no one said a word.
He cut off forty pieces of bread with a table knife, which were about half a palm thick. The middle-aged man put the remaining half a loaf of white bread into a dark and even moldy rattan basket next to him, and then
It was extremely painful to grab a piece of ham that was about the size of a baby's fist from the rattan basket.
It's light blue, obviously moldy, and there is no ham meat that the dog is willing to eat even if it is fed to the dog!
The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he carefully cut off forty slices of meat, which were probably slightly thicker than cicada wings. Then he carefully placed the slices of meat on the slices of bread, and handed them to the table one by one with great caution.
men and women.
"Celebrate for me, my loved ones! I, Granta, am fifty years old today!" Granta, who was so thin that she lost her shape, sighed: "In my fifty years of life, I have served for the family.
I am prosperous and have made outstanding contributions! Today is my birthday, everyone cheers for me!"
The men and women groaned feebly, picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths with difficulty.
Granta stuffed the slices of bread and the thin slices of ham into his mouth with great enjoyment, and chewed slowly. He exhaled heavily and sighed deeply: "What a good bread, what a good bread."
Ham, this is such a treat. The last time I had white bread was when your grandfather died fifteen years ago. That damn old miser, with thirty thousand gold coins in his arms, starved to death in the warehouse.
,You really... deserve it!"
Lin Qi's body swayed, and he finally understood why Gram was from a merchant family, and was a family that specialized in the import and export of goods from the Gallic Empire and the Federation of Vias. Why was he so poor in Bureleli?
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This is their family tradition! What a wonderful tradition!
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