"If you want to say that, then I'm quite pleased." Xiang Que patted Na Yin's shoulder and sighed sincerely: "Otherwise, you might have killed a few more people."
Indeed, Xiang Que has already thought about silencing the shamans here, including the second young lady. He has no intention of letting anyone go. This is definitely a good place to kill and silence them. He will kill all of them with a knife.
Well, it may have been too many years since their bodies were found.
Apart from the earth shattering, the archaeological team can dig them out, but in what year will that happen?
No one who walks in the rivers and lakes can avoid being stabbed. Xiang Que feels that the best thing he can do is to reduce his enemies when he cannot avoid making fewer enemies. If Shaman and Qi Xun'er are both here,
, he would have less to worry about. After all, he had messed up the affairs of the Qing treasury, and the great wizard died at the hands of Gujing Guan. This feud must have been serious.
"Hey, the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. It's cold up there. I don't know if I betrayed the whole world or if no one in this world understands me. How come there are so many enemies?" Xiang Que lamented,
Rubbing his tired face, a poet's breath came out spontaneously, and he was very angry.
"Even if you put on a dragon robe, you are not worthy of being a prince. Don't lament. You were not born a good person. You were born decades earlier. If you were walking on the street like this, the Eighth Route Army would kill you with one shot."
No, no reason, because you look like someone who betrayed the whole world." Tang Xia mercilessly slapped Xiang Que in the heart.
Xiang Que touched Tang Xia's pretty face and said, "Don't show off your face. If I get impatient, I might easily commit gangster indecency against you. I'm very stubborn."
"Hey, Mr. Xiang, Miss, can we talk about business?" Na Yin wiped the cold sweat from his head and couldn't help but interjected.
"What?" Xiang Que looked at him and asked.
"The Holy Flag of Three Worships is an artifact of our shamanism, but it was lost hundreds of years ago. To be honest, our search for the artifact over the years has been more important than searching for the Qing treasury. This is what the great shamans of all ages have done.
I have been working hard, but I have never found anything, and now I didn't expect to meet you." The dirty words stopped at this point, and his eyes looked at Xiang Que with longing and longing.
After saying so much, Xiang Que would be too stupid if he still doesn't understand what the other person is thinking.
Xiang Que touched his head with a shrewd look in his eyes, and asked calmly: "Do you want to go back?"
"I can't thank you enough, I can't thank you enough." Na Yin nodded repeatedly.
Xiang Que clasped his hands behind his back and said, "As soon as you close your upper and lower lips, you plan to take our things back..."
Na Yin said: "It is our shaman's artifact."
"I said it's mine, do you have any objection?" Xiang Que blinked and his tone became a little more serious.
"Um, yours, yours," the man said weakly.
Xiang Que snorted and said, "The truth is this. The thing belongs to me. Although I don't know what it is used for, and it is just a decoration. But after all, for someone who is so jealous of me, you can't do it from me."
I'm sure it hurts to take something away for no reason, right? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Why should I agree to it if you just open your mouth?"
The Yin expression was struggling, tangled and melancholy. He thought for a while and then gritted his teeth and asked: "Then what do you want in exchange?"
"You can't ask me what I want. You have to tell me what best interests you can offer in exchange for me." Xiang Que replied to the other party very shrewdly.
Xiang Que has completely taken the initiative in the negotiations at this time, because he and the shamans have now become a relationship of supply and demand, leaving aside the matter of dead people.
Xiang Que has something very important to them, and he has no use for it. He is the supplier, but Shamanism is obsessed with getting it. This is the demand side, so Xiang Que has a very high posture when talking and speaks sonorously.
Powerful, with a stiff back.
"The grudge between you and shamanism will be wiped out forever."
Xiang Que smiled faintly and said in a strong voice: "Do you think... I don't care about you?"
"I can make the final decision on the affairs of the Qing treasury and share half with you."
Xiang Que waved his hand very grandly and said: "I have never been very fond of money. If you knew who my father-in-law was, do you think a person of my status would be short of money?"
Tang Xia covered his head speechlessly and said: "He is the only one who can talk about eating soft rice in such a high-sounding way."
Na Yin was almost crying at this time, because after thinking for a long time, he didn't think he could come up with anything to impress Xiang Que. As the plot continued, he really didn't know how to move or what to say.
They were all pushed back by Xiang Que, which was really annoying.
"Whoa" Xiang Que suddenly turned around and opened his hand. Tang Xia was stunned for a moment and then handed him the flag in his hand. Xiang Que turned around and threw the shaman's artifact to Yin.
"You, what are you..." Na Yin suddenly looked confused.
Xiang Queyun raised his head lightly and said: "Let's see, you may not be able to get what I want now, but I keep this thing and it doesn't have much use, so I can give it to you first.
, but I have a condition. When I need it in the future, your shaman must agree to it unconditionally. Otherwise, how could I give this to you? I will definitely have a way to take it back."
The labia lips trembled for a long time, and he hesitated to speak. He was so excited that he didn't know how to speak. Doing this to Xiang Que was more heart-warming than offering help in a timely manner. In Northeastern dialect, it was too particular.
Na Yin suddenly got excited and knelt down on the ground again and gave a big salute to Xiang Que, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Xiang is very righteous. From now on, whenever we ask for help from you, we shamans will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Xiang Que pointed at him and said loudly: "I will treat your words as if you swore an oath. Don't go back on it."
The Yin raised his hands and said: "If you regret that in our shamanism, men have been slaves and women have been prostitutes for generations, you will not be allowed to reincarnate, and you will be punished in the underworld for life after life."
"Pah, pah, pah." Xiang Que patted Na Yin's shoulder and said with a smile, "For no other reason than for the few drinks you had with me along the way a few days ago. We can be considered half-friends."
, isn’t it?”
Na Yin was so grateful that he didn't expect Xiang Que to do it so beautifully. The Holy Flag of Three Bows is an artifact of shamanism. It may not be of much use to others, but when held in the hands of a shaman, it is equivalent to a general.
Holding the tiger talisman in his hand can indeed command all those who believe in shamanism. From this moment on, when the great shaman dies, Na Yin becomes the great shaman of this generation.
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