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Chapter 8 The Grapevine

It’s good not to care. The less you care, the better…

Qin Yang fell behind among the corpse collectors, looking particularly inconspicuous...

His face is slightly pale, and he looks like he hasn't seen the sun for a long time. He is also a little thin, and his spiritual power fluctuates weakly. He is definitely the weakest among the corpse collectors. Among the several corpse collectors, there is no one.

Pay attention to Qin Yang...

Among these corpse collectors, the weakest one has reached the fourth level of Qi nourishment...

Therefore, after Qin Yang fell here, he immediately became transparent.

Qin Yang squinted his eyes slightly and stayed at the end without saying a word. He had seen these corpse collectors before, and he knew them, but they didn't know him now. Every time he helped people relieve their worries, he always became disfigured.

He appeared in another image. Since he started washing the floors, the only stupid guy who had seen his lineup died miserably. Now no one knows that he is the famous floor washing master in the west of the city...

Even if he is a big fool, there is nothing he can do. He has known her since he got up early, so there is nothing he can do to hide it. Now, like this, it is simply perfect.

Qin Yang fell behind, looking slightly transparent.

After walking here for a while, there was another person in the team. They were also corpse collectors. They had a pockmarked face with a fourth level of Qi, but they were not as taciturn as ordinary corpse collectors. They talked quite a lot.

After this guy said hello to several corpse collectors around him, he saw Qin Yang following the team. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to Qin Yang, lowering his voice slyly.

"Brother, are you new here?"

"During the plague last year, I carried it for a few days, and then I quit..." Qin Yang said casually.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, this guy who looked like a thief even if he didn't steal had an expression on his face that said I understand.

"Okay, you don't need to say it. I understand. I am also a newcomer. I know your mentality. Isn't it just pretending to be a veteran to avoid being bullied? Don't worry, I am the most warm-hearted person and will not bully you. What the hell?

Our line of work is tabooed by others, and we earn hard-earned money. We should all take care of each other, so as not to die in an unknown way. Do you know where we are going this time?"

"I don't know..." Qin Yang's heart moved, and he looked confused and raised his hands to this guy.

"I knew you didn't know. Newbies don't know the rules and are not well-informed. It's normal. Only those who know the rules and are well-informed can make money. Do you know how much I got this time?" Mazi rolled his eyes and secretly gestured.

He held up a hand: "This is the number."

"Brother, you are so powerful. I only have this number." Qin Yang gestured with three fingers, and then gestured with one finger to the pockmarked face: "This is yours, give me some guidance."

"You are very promising and generous!"

The pock-marked face immediately beamed, and he patted Qin Yang on the shoulder: "Let me tell you, this is a big business, and Wanyong Company is paying for it. That's called a wealthy man. He is the most prosperous in the north of Maocheng City. Do you think it's because the north gate is the place to go?

Three mountains?

Wrong, because there is Wanyong Store in the north of the city, which has everything you need. Moreover, Wanyong Store in Qinglin City is a branch. It is very powerful. It is said to be stronger than Wuliang Taoist Temple. Otherwise, you would think that Mao was the two of Wuliang Taoist Temple yesterday.

Inner disciples don’t dare to fight hard?”

His pockmarked face was filled with joy when he suddenly thought that there was a real master in front of him. When he looked up, he saw one of the boys looking back at him with a discerning look on his face. Then he raised his chin and signaled

The pockmarked face continues to blow...

When this guy saw this posture, he immediately became energetic.

"Do you know where to collect the corpse this time? Those bastards in the Sanshan Gang were so bold that they dared to play black and white. Two days ago, the inner disciples of Wuliang Taoist Academy forgot their names. It is said that they were

A disciple of the white-faced scholar Bai Yunfei wants to steal something from Master Tong of Wanyong Store. Master Tong, you must not know that, right?

That was Master Fu Zhuan of Wanyong Company. He traveled here and was hired as a guest with a lot of money. What kind of level is Master Tong? He is so high. That disciple can't steal the chicken but lose the rice. He is no match for Master Tong. Unfortunately, Master Tong was also plotted.

He was seriously injured, and then the bastards from the Sanshan Gang took advantage of him..."

"Then what body should we collect?"

"You are stupid, Wanyong Merchant Renyi, wasn't there a plague last year? This time I was afraid of another plague, so I went to collect the corpses of these bastards to avoid harming others. When you get there, work hard and don't talk too much.

Follow me and learn from me. If you do well this time, you might be able to get involved with Wanyong Company and become prosperous..." Mazi had a longing look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was secretly enjoying himself...



Qin Yang laughed dryly and stopped talking.

I just secretly thought to myself that this guy is really stupid and naive. If he just collected corpses, would he be willing to give you a few hundred souls? How about finding so many corpse collectors at once?

This time it's not about dealing with traces, washing the floor, or simply collecting corpses. This is completely different from Qin Yang's problem solving. Just shout on the roadside, ten first-grade spiritual stones, and some coolies will do this unskilled work.

.

However, Qin Yang couldn't say this, so he could only pretend to be silent, secretly wondering, what exactly is Wanyong Company looking for here? Such a big fanfare?

The Wanyong Company is so rich that any boy who pulls him out can squeeze out three ounces of oil with a handful. There are many good things among the things sold. It is said that "Dharma" level exercises are sold directly.

, the elixirs used by the foundation-building monks to break through the barriers are not qualified to be auctioned...

If you value it so much now, is it a natural treasure?

I was thinking about it here, and I was walking. Half an hour passed, and I arrived at the gate of Sanshan Gang.

What he saw was that the door was broken, and inside the door was a pile of minced meat scattered all over the bluestone. Inside, there was a bloody smell, resentment, and evil energy that never dissipated. Looking at the pile of corpse collectors outside the door, his eyelids jumped.

This is really the end of the world...

There are at least a hundred people in the Sanshan Gang, and now they are all dead inside. If you crane your neck and look at the door, you can see more than 20 corpses in the front yard, let alone inside...

"Okay, you go in and collect the bodies..." A young boy shouted in a high-pitched voice.

A group of corpse collectors, you look at me, I look at you, then they yelled with pockmarked faces and strode into the yard.

Others are trembling with fear, but Qin Yang is very clean. There will definitely not be any ghosts inside. If that thing is really so important, it is impossible for the Sanshan Gang and these shady bastards to be ghosts...

A group of people swarmed up and entered the yard. A group of people went to move the corpse and pick up the stumps. Qin Yang took out his tools and started to clean up the pile of broken meat...

This guy died the worst, his head was broken into two pieces.

Taking the bag, he picked up the body of the silly big guy and threw it in. Others here had almost finished cleaning up the front yard. Qin Yang walked along the crowd, reached into the bag with one hand without leaving a trace, and activated the skill...

In the blink of an eye, a weak light ball fell into his hand. Qin Yang saw that a white halo enveloped him, and without thinking, he turned around and patted it on his forehead.

But in an instant, Qin Yang's footsteps paused slightly, and his face looked a little stunned...

Uh, not a skill book?


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