Wu Heng has a ruthless and decisive style, and does not regard young people as human beings at all. In fact, in his eyes, young people seem to be worse than animals.
The people around him just glanced at it and started doing their own things again, as if they were no longer surprised.
Wang Fan became a little angry.
Although he killed people like crazy, his hands were stained with a lot of human life and blood. Even in the eyes of people in the ancient martial arts world, he was also a ruthless and ruthless person.
But he, Wang Fan, is a man of his own principles, and the ones he kills are basically characters who provoke him and in his eyes deserve to be killed.
The young man suffered and worked hard for free for these bastards like Xie Zheng and Wu Heng. Now that the young man was bitten by a poisonous snake, Wu Heng didn't want to save him, but he killed him and threw him off the cliff. Isn't this too beastly?
If it were Wang Fan, he would definitely not be able to be so ruthless and ruthless.
In his heart, Wang Fan had murderous intentions towards this Wu Heng. He even wanted to kill this guy more strongly than Xie Zheng and Pang Wei.
"Report."
A few minutes later, a voice rang again.
Wang Fan looked around and saw a young man standing tall and holding a spiritual grass that was not too high-level in his hand.
Wu Heng glanced at the young man and immediately rushed to his side. He took the spiritual grass unceremoniously and threw it into the wooden basket behind him.
Not to mention saying thank you, not even a word of appreciation and politeness.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and felt a little surprised.
Is it possible that there are spiritual herbs hidden among these shrubs and weeds?
Sure enough, not long after, someone discovered the spiritual grass one after another and handed it over to Wu Hengxie.
Wang Fan's heart was beating wildly.
Although he had long noticed that the spiritual energy in this mountain seemed to be very strong, he always thought that the ruins city was like this and never thought otherwise.
It seems that it is not unreasonable for Wu Heng to ask them to dig mountains.
Thinking of this, Wang Fan shoveled harder. At the same time, he also thought about how he could take the spiritual grass for himself without anyone noticing.
He, Wang Fan, is not someone who easily accepts his fate when it comes to finding wealth in danger. If he is enslaved by these people for the rest of his life and lives a life inferior to that of a pig or a dog, he might as well die.
He must get some spiritual herbs, even if he is found guilty.
As long as he gets the spiritual grass, his strength can be restored faster. By then, even if he can't fight against the hump in the transcendent realm, he will at least have the capital to protect himself.
Wang Fan wanted to communicate with the four people next to him, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.
These people seemed to have completely accepted their fate. If they didn't cooperate and reported him, wouldn't he be dead?
While Wang Fan was chopping the trees and weeds with his knife, he was quickly digging holes in the ground with his shovel.
His purpose was very simple, that is, when he dug up the spiritual grass, he quickly threw it into the pit and buried it. After all, he only had so much clothes on him, so it was simply not realistic to hide it on his body.
Of course, Wang Fan's movements were also very subtle, and with his normal expression, he believed that he would not alert others.
Within a few minutes, Wang Fan discovered the first spiritual grass. He did not hide the spiritual grass, but handed it over as well.
Even if he wanted to hide something, even if he wanted to do something small, he had to do it when Wu Hengxie was at the lowest level of vigilance against him.
Because so far, he has not dug up a single spiritual grass, and Xie Zheng has always paid special attention to him. Once he gets the first one, he will start to hide his secrets, and there is a high chance that it will attract others' attention.
He wanted Xie Zheng and Wu Heng to think that he was already very obedient and would not hide his secrets at all, so that when his vigilance was at its lowest, he would start making small moves again.
At that time, although there was a high chance of being discovered, the chance of being discovered was much smaller than it is now.
With these thoughts in mind, Wang Fan moved faster and faster.
Not long after, he dug up the second, third, and even fourth spiritual grass. Wang Fan still did not hide these spiritual herbs, but obediently handed them over.
Fortunately, the level of these spiritual herbs was not very high. Although Wang Fan felt a little uncomfortable when he handed it over, he could still accept it in order to recover as soon as possible.
Xie Zheng has been paying attention to Wang Fan from beginning to end, or in other words, paying close attention to Wang Fan.
He always felt that Wang Fan was a little abnormal, not as simple as others, and he would definitely do some tricks.
But from the beginning to the end, Wang Fan, let alone doing small tricks, even behaved more well-behaved and worked harder than others.
"Brother Xie, you are still paying attention to that boy. I think you must be overthinking. I think that guy is quite honest."
"Think about it, with his mid-level innate strength, even if he resists again and does something wrong, what tricks can he come up with?"
"I think he must have known that he couldn't resist, and he didn't want to suffer physical pain, so he accepted his fate. This is called a man who knows the current affairs."
"Compared to those hard-nosed people who only obey after being tidied up, I admire this kid more. He is smart, clever, and very sensible."
Seeing that Xie Zheng was still paying attention to Wang Fan, Wu Heng couldn't help but laugh and said.
What he said is not unreasonable. What kind of waves can Wang Fan create with just a mid-term Xiantian?
In his opinion, Wang Fan is aware of current affairs.
Xie Zhengruo glanced at Wang Fan meaningfully, and nodded after a moment, "Maybe I am really overly concerned. That's right, how can a mere middle-level innate person make waves."
Even though he said this, he was still staring at Wang Fan closely.
However, after Wang Fan obediently presented five dug out spiritual herbs, he completely gave up paying attention to Wang Fan.
He also felt that nothing could happen to Wang Fan.
What's more, there are so many people here to watch, and he can't focus on Wang Fan all day long.
Wang Fan sent out nine spiritual grasses in a row, and his heart was already so painful.
Although those spiritual herbs are very ordinary, they are also spiritual herbs.
With these nine spiritual grasses, and given him one more day, he can completely regain his strength.
But when he thought that he could hide something private for himself next, he finally felt a little more balanced.
After sending out nine spiritual herbs in a row, Xie Zheng and Wu Heng should have relaxed their vigilance towards him, right?
If this is the case and they are all worried about themselves, then there is nothing Wang Fan can do.
Wang Fan soon discovered the tenth spiritual grass. This time he did not hand it over, but directly threw the spiritual grass into the pit dug at his feet while throwing the weeds.
Then he continued digging forward calmly, filling the hole with his feet and making a mark that only he could see.
Of course, it is impossible for Wang Fan to keep all the spiritual herbs dug up later and not hand them over at all, because that would still arouse suspicion.
He would hand over one for almost every two he hid, maintaining this pattern.
Soon, it was dusk, and the sky had turned dark. Wang Fan roughly estimated that these dozens of people had handed over at least a thousand spiritual grasses.
Thousands of plants, what's the concept? Even if the spiritual grass is not high-level, it is still a big gain.
You know, when he was in the city, it was extremely difficult for Wang Fan to get a spiritual grass.
Of course, Wang Fan has also hidden more than twenty plants. Although compared with the nearly a thousand spiritual grasses handed in, they are not even a drop in the bucket, but Wang Fan is already very satisfied.
With these spiritual herbs, it is no longer a problem for him to recover his strength, and it is even possible for him to improve even further.
The only thing that puzzled Wang Fan was that throughout the whole day, except for the green-haired monster that bit the young man and killed him, no other monsters appeared, and no one was injured again. It was very calm.
"Roar!"
"Roar!" I don't know if he just came out of his mind. Just when Wang Fan thought of this, a series of roars came out.