The waterman hesitated for a moment, seeming a little embarrassed, but this embarrassment did not last long, and finally nodded.
Han Sanqian was puzzled and frowned slightly, wondering what they were up to.
"I'm afraid our lives are too worthless just in exchange for some information." Shuren said, clearing Han Sanqian's doubts and dispelling Han Sanqian's worries.
The water man also smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, we are not humble ordinary people, and life is of course precious. Since you let our lives go, then give us something equivalent in exchange."
"From now on, we will owe each other nothing."
The insect man raised his voice and said, "You're right. I would rather those bastards point at my spine and call me a traitor than have any arrears with this idiot who cheated me."
Han Sanqian smiled and did not refute. Although these people said they were tough, in fact Han Sanqian could understand that they were just changing their words.
The tree man made a slight movement in his hand, and then a small wooden sign about the size of a palm was quickly revealed from his huge tree body.
Immediately afterwards, the wooden sign slowly flew in front of Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian frowned, a little confused: "What is this?"
"The letter of transparency." Shuren said.
"I said that if we go west, we need to encounter at least ten souls of true gods like us. Although your strength is indeed beyond my expectation, don't forget that even two fists can't beat four hands."
"Even if you are stronger than I thought and can clear the ten-man formation, you will definitely be severely consumed by that time. Even if you barely reach the moon pool, how much power do you still have to fight against the black and white gods inside?
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"This piece of transparent letter is actually a rule that I and a group of people established when we were idle. If you hold it, I can't guarantee that it will allow you to reach the Moon Lake smoothly, but at least it can
It will save you a lot of trouble."
After finishing his words, the wooden sign slightly fell into Han Sanqian's hand.
The wooden sign was pretty ordinary, with nothing special about it. It was just that there was a pictographic character written on it that looked like Tong in a very twisted handwriting.
Han Sanqian held it in his hand and nodded slightly: "Thank you very much."
"Of course there is no need to thank you. From now on, you and I are officially divorced." Shuren said with a smile.
Han Sanqian also smiled slightly. He never thought that letting go of these four brothers would bring such benefits. The reason why he did not kill them was actually out of his own considerations.
First, because he also knew that this journey would never be easy. Instead of wasting his physical strength and energy on useless soldiers, it would be better to conserve his strength and fight the big bosses.
The second reason is also because Han Sanqian has the intention of profiling. They are actually quite pitiful. They have to be tortured to death by various trials of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books, and their souls cannot rest in peace after death, trapped in this gloomy place.
They were tortured in the jungle. Although Han Sanqian had not experienced their pain, he could get a glimpse of it from their current appearance.
A tree man, a bug man, a water man, and a stone man, like four monsters.
But they are all true gods, and most of them are real people in the world of Bafang. Looking like this after death can only mean that their souls have begun to be swallowed up by the jungle, so how can they not be pitiful?
For these reasons, Han Sanqian did not want to kill them, but he did it unintentionally. Who would have thought that he would get an unexpected harvest in the end.
"Let's go." Grabbing the wooden sign, Han Sanqian waved his hand at the Taotie of Evil, then turned around and headed west, one man and one beast.
Seeing the two people leaving, Shuiren breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and looked at Shuren: "You really trust him, and you actually gave him the psychic letter."
"You should be very clear about what the psychic letter means to our group of people."
The insect man also nodded frantically: "Yes, I agreed just now, but it was more because I couldn't live with it for the sake of face. There is no one in private, so we should have a talk."
