It was nearing Unitary Time, and the dim sun was hanging in the west, about to set.

The corpses were lying around, Na Yaguo knelt on the ground crying and almost fainted.

On both sides of the body were Zhang Zheng and Song Lian, standing tall and tall, and Foreman Wang and Foreman Liu, who didn't know what to do.

The four of them looked at each other, then unanimously looked away, looking at the sky and the earth into the distance, looking forward to it.

Because they were so looking forward to it, a dark shadow appeared in the field of vision. At the edge of the minefield with occasional mines in Pingkuang, getting closer and closer, it was the young masters who were all looking forward to it.

The light gray figure moved from far to near. The moment he saw the young master's face clearly, Foreman Wang's stiff expression turned into flattery, and he trotted all the way to greet him in a flattering manner.

Looking from a distance, Foreman Wang's plump, gray lips kept opening and closing, and he was groveling. He didn't know whether he was flattering or talking about the situation here.

With his spiritual consciousness, Song Lian could see more clearly the humble and flattering look on Foreman Wang's face, like a pug.

She looked down upon Foreman Wang's strange appearance, and made a sound of disdain. When she saw the young master's indifferent expression, she also felt a little disgusted with the young master whom she met for the first time.

Although I don't like Zhang Zheng, I can even say that I hate him, even if I know that it is not Zhang Zheng's concern when he is in danger in the secret passage.

Will his grandpa take care of it?

Zhang Zheng had heard about the horrifying deeds of this teleporting grandfather, and it can be said that all the monks present combined may not be able to compare to one of his fingers.

He raised his hand and pointed casually at two backpacks not far away, which were the baskets used by Zhang Zheng and Na Yaguo to carry ore.

Song Lian pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "It's not like there are sixty-one young masters and young ladies. There are only fifty-six of us monks. If you don't agree to this, young master, someone will definitely come looking for you."

Zhang Zheng refused without hesitation, "When there are five, I will give them to you all, and you will give me what I want."

"stop!"

"Carry it."

Suppressing the surging emotions, Zhang Zheng shook his head calmly, "We have no objection, it should be like this."

Song Lian took a deep look at the young master. From this point of view, this young master is more powerful and has ulterior motives.

She shook her head and explained patiently: "The young master is no better than the eldest lady. People may think that the eldest lady is stupid, but they will not doubt the young master's plan. Since they can overhear the voices around the eldest lady, they can naturally hear them.

The news that I was summoned by the young master alone."

Song Lian understood the meaning of her words and nodded silently. Indeed, the young master had already talked with her privately, so how could anyone risk being betrayed to seek her cooperation.

The corpse was wrapped in a coat, with its head and feet folded up, folded into half the size and stuffed into a backpack, and then carried by two people to a distant place.

The clothes on the body were taken off and the body was wrapped to prevent the blood from rolling to the ground and leaving traces. The two of them hugged half of the body and prepared to leave.

The red thin lips opened and closed lightly, "I already know the matter. I don't care about the truth. Grandpa will handle it when everything is over. Before that, please don't leave on your own."

"Also," he struck with his eyes as fierce as a hawk's, "I don't want to see this matter cause a fuss."

The thick smell of blood was everywhere, lingering on the tip of my nose, and seemed to take root in my brain. It was so suffocating and nauseating.

"It's fine if you don't have any objection."

She whispered: "How can you cooperate with such a person? At first glance, he looks like a ruthless guy who is willing to burn bridges."

In this illusion, what exactly needs to be achieved before leaving?

After listening to her words, Zhang Zheng was convinced that all the monks had heard the content broadcast by the brown dot ball.

If they can't leave, what will be their outcome?

The young master glanced at Foreman Wang and Foreman Liu indifferently, and ordered: "I have already told the clan leader that you two should collect the body and move it to the clan leader's refining room, and clean it up here."

Zhang Zheng also reacted suddenly, and was shocked. The two of them glanced sideways at the same time, and their eyes met, and there was unconcealable horror in their eyes.

The young master noticed the casual exchange between the two, and said in a calm tone: "What's wrong? You two have questions? Or opinions?"

Such a terrifying existence should deal with this matter personally?

Zhang Zheng felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and going straight into Tianling Gai, causing cold sweat to drip down his back.

He only glanced at the corpse on the ground and then looked away with an expression of indifference. On the contrary, his eyes fell more on Na Yaguo, with clear contempt and ridicule.

The young master has approached.

but……

If the brown dot ball is the key to bring them in, then why did Song Lian still stay here after Song Lian handed the brown dot ball to Zhang Zheng?

Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.

When Fang returned from the square inch of heaven and earth opened up by the formation, he encountered this incident, which disrupted their thoughts. It was only at this time that they realized this with a reminder from the young master.

"I am in a passive position. Only he comes to seek my cooperation. If he doesn't agree, there is no other way."

Song Lian had never heard of their grandfather's abnormal strength, which was so powerful that humans and gods were outraged, and there were still a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

The young master shouted sharply, causing the two of them to tremble and stop suddenly. Their necks turned stiffly and their heads turned towards the young master.

Zhang Zheng looked at the young master's approaching figure and thought thoughtfully, "In this case, who can know who I am cooperating with? If both sides are not pleased, both sides will collapse."

However, at this moment, Song Lian could still understand the priorities of things. Leaving here safely was the most important thing. Other irrelevant grudges could be slowed down.

Not because of the grandfather, but because of the young master's words, she suddenly reminded her of something she had almost forgotten.

Crossing the river and burning the bridge? Zhang Zheng also thought the same. Hearing this, he glanced at her in surprise, but he didn't realize that she had a good eye for recognizing people.

His delicate and well-behaved face is embedded with a pair of bright green pupils, and his eyes are full of coldness, showing his coldness and ruthlessness.

Seeing that the two of them disappeared, the young master suddenly spread his hands in the direction of Zhang Zheng and said seriously: "Sheng Yinzi."

"no."

The words were concise and to the point, but they made Foreman Liu and the two men's hearts drop. They breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to carry it on their back than to carry it, at least they didn't have to touch the bloody half of the corpse.

Their expressions froze, and they nodded and bowed in agreement. They walked obediently to the corpse, their feet sank into a pool of blood, feeling the remaining warmth and viscosity of the blood, and their faces looked as ugly as if they had swallowed a thousand flies.

The young master didn't respond. He still spread out his hand and stared at Zhang Zheng with a pair of green eyes, feeling extremely oppressive.

His expression was cold and solemn, and his voice was cold, "Give it to me, don't let me say it a second time."

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably compromise like this, but Zhang Zheng is the kind of person who doesn't take soft and hard advice. Seeing this, he strengthened his decision to pay for his money and goods in person.

If the young master had no evil intentions in his heart, how could he be afraid of such a small and simple request from her? This just shows that he may not have any intention of giving her what she wants.

Zhang Zheng put his hands behind his back, the dagger stood out, his eyes were sharp, and the lines on the blade were faintly filled with golden and blue light.

She glanced at the corner of her mouth, half-smiling, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, I don't want to say the same thing a second time. If you don't want to, we will terminate our cooperation." Anyway, even if you cooperate with him, you may not be able to get the medicine introduction.
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