"Little brother, let me tell you that although I am not a mage, we have lived here for decades. I have been transporting the corpses of demons since I was seventeen. It has been more than twenty years since now. I understand some things better than your mages."

The middle-aged man who said alcohol was useful was holding a pot of wine in his hand, blushing like a monkey's butt, and smelling wine.

The middle-aged man is called Chao Yundong. He is a villager living in Chaojia Village, Lu County. Like most villagers, he lives by transporting demon materials. He enters the Guifeng Mountains from the safe passage opened by the military region every day, and then transports the bodies back and forth to the truck. After a truck is filled, he drives to the city area and handes it over to Shen Bo of Zhaolang Magic Store for review and gets the money.

The military mage's camp is near the giant banyan tree that Zhaohua arrived yesterday. The purpose of the military camp is to prevent the insect king from going down the mountain to destroy it. It is not to destroy all the demons in Guifeng Mountain, nor even the demons that came down from the mountain. The number is small, and they can't take care of so many. They have to hand it over to the people of the city demon hunting team to run from the city to Lu County.

The car can only reach three kilometers away from the military camp, because the car relies on magic stones to operate. The demons like the most is that all kinds of magic stones are very easy to attract monsters. The mage cannot directly use magic stones to increase their cultivation, but monsters can, so the villagers transported have to carry the corpse away bit by bit.

It is the most dangerous thing that is the three-kilometer road. Zhaohua also encountered murderous bees, white-headed bees and giant banyan trees in these three-kilometer places. The density of demons is indeed very high.

Zhaohua bought a lot of wine at the inn and invited these transport staff to drink it. He sat down carefully and listened to them about some experiences. For example, alcohol can anesthesia and confuse the flower demons so much that I really don’t know.

"Old Dong, where are you bragging? If you really met the flower demon, you would have died long ago." Other villagers had heard of these stories, but they didn't take it seriously.

Because of the confusion of flower demons, even the mages will die when they encounter them. If they really encounter them, they will definitely die and cannot die again.

"I'll go, really, I was so angry that time that I was so angry that I was so angry that I was really angry to death. Then I drank the wine site and went to the military camp. As a result, the officer said that I didn't transport it after drinking, and said that I didn't drive if I drank, and didn't drive."

"I was fucked twice a day. While drinking, I walked to a place in a daze. When I saw a big flower, I picked a leaf. Later I realized that it was a confusing flower demon. I just leaned on the wine and I told you." Chao Yundong said with a bottle of wine.

Zhaohua smiled and nodded and said, "Thank you, Uncle Dong. Today I will strive to complete the school's task and pick some pollen to go back for research. If Uncle Dong is right, then Uncle Dong will be amazing."

Chao Yundong laughed loudly, patted Zhaohua on the shoulder hard and said, "Okay, little brother, you are a mage, and have a bright future, but remember, you must not be a mage like the mage in Zhaojia Village, bullying others with your power. You must be a good person, a good mage."

Zhaohua smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, I will."

Zhaohua heard from his father that his cousin Zhao Chao, who was holding a condom, was already a mage, and his cultivation was pretty good. He ranked quite high in the Sixth Middle School. He still had a chance to get into some poor colleges.

After Zhaohua left, one of the group of transporters was listening. To be more precise, one monitored Zhaohua's every move, and didn't even drink a little wine in his hand. After seeing Zhaohua leave, he quietly ran to another pavilion, where there were five people sitting. Looking at the evil spirit and bloody smell, he was definitely a group of mage hunters entering and leaving the demon land.

As if he was saying something whispering, he pointed at the direction where Zhao Hua left.

"Brother Jun, this is what that kid just said, it seems nothing special."

The leader of the five hunters sitting in the pavilion, Brother Jun, thought for a while after hearing this, raised his head and exposed a scar that stretched through his left forehead through his left eye and to his chest. The remaining right eye showed a deep look.

"Zhaolang's son... I really have you. My Ouyang Jun's wolf hunting group waited for half a year before finally waiting for the thing to mature at this time. I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that we actually crashed."

When Ouyang Jun, the leader of the hunter team, said Zhaolang's name, the scar stimulated Ouyang Jun like a pain. He lit a cigarette and inhaled some nicotine to relieve the pain.

I vomited a mouthful of white smoke, and looked at the hazy white eyes and fell into a brief thought, as if I was thinking about something.

Bang, he stepped on the cigarette on the ground and Ouyang Jun lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Damn, follow that boy with the shadow system, don't let that boy discover it. Don't make trouble unless you have to. We can't afford to offend Zhaolang."

The man named the Japanese was a short and thin guy. He said with displeasure as if someone owed him money: "Brother Jun, that Zhaolang is just a double-level mid-level thunder fire mage. Even if the attack power is strong, the two-level spiritual species are still an intermediate-level thunder and we don't have to worry about him. We will send them, father and son to hell and take his magic store for ourselves."

"Who is not jealous of the profits of the magical and demon materials in the city? Our wolf hunting group is at least the top hunter team in Cong City. Why can he, a mid-level mage, enjoy such a big piece of cake? Moreover, although his wife is forty, she still has charm. Hehehe..."

Bang! Ouyang Jun, a burly figure, sat with his backhand and pulled the standing Japanese man away. Two of his teeth were knocked away. He stared at the Japanese who fell to the ground and said, "If you want to die, don't hold me. If Zhaolang is just an ordinary intermediate mage, the Congcheng military will give him the demon material transaction contracts in the military camp every year? Do you think there is no other major force in the Congcheng except the Demon Capital Deng family? As a result, a Zhaolang without any background got the military contract and was dominant in Congcheng."

"Do you fucking your brain? Your brain is stuffed with shit. Don't harm me. Breast your mind. I'm rotting these thoughts in my stomach. In the wild, no one knows whether it's done by humans or demons. We can do something, but if you want to kill Zhaolang, you will commit suicide. I won't stop me."

Ouyang Jun looked at the other three, and his eyes revealed: So are you.

"Why are you still sitting? You haven't gone! You come to see me with your head on your back."

The devil dared not say a word of complaint, and Ying Dun followed Zhao Hua in shame.

Ouyang Jun looked at the informed villager and said, "You five villages are very clear. At least you will not suffer any losses when you do things for our wolf hunting group. In the future, our demonic materials can be handed over to you for sale, but I don't have the ability to take Zhaolang's life."

"I know that man. If he really wants money, he will not covet the share of transportation. You'd better understand clearly before doing things. This is a kind reminder for you to help me do things."

Opponents are often the ones who know you best.
Chapter completed!