Festus broke into a cold sweat when he looked at the sign.

This technique is really weird.

He can completely believe that if he does not pay enough gold, the end will be very miserable.

After all, the sign says "If you don't compensate, hehehehe".

Who the hell knows what "hey hey hey" is?

more importantly--

Who can come up with nine trillion gold?

!

"There is nothing we can do, everyone, let's go together."

Festus said.

"Yes, President!" everyone said in unison.

Everyone put their hands on the soul-soaking pendant on their chests and silently recited a spell.

Buzz——

The pendant resonates.

The next second.

A woman quietly appeared in front of everyone.

It's none other than "The Hermit" Salina!

She is an avatar of the Saint, who specializes in presiding over and coordinating all affairs in secret.

"This technique has changed."

She only glanced at it and said immediately.

"Yes, sir, please save us." Festus said.

Selina looked at the sign on the field ridge and frowned:

"How could it suddenly rise to such a high level of weirdness? It's really hard to figure out. Could it be..."

"What?" Festus asked.

Selina glanced at him and said nothing.

She walked forward and stood next to the sign and carefully studied the large characters on it.

——As a strange being, being able to master the power of death is rare, but not impossible.

Being able to use the death technique to the extent of "hidden in the womb" can be said to be rare.

But if you kill, you will kill.

Strange life is infinite, and sooner or later someone equally powerful will appear.

But--

After just one day, this skill has evolved even more.

This kind of talent is rare among weird people.

No.

It should be said that only the strongest weirdos have such abilities.

Could it be that this decision was wrong?

Selina reached out her hand and touched the sign lightly.

The four words "nine trillion tons" were covered by her hand. When she took her hand away, only "nine" was left among the four words.

The other three words were hidden by her!

Selina added another word after the word "nine" with her hand:

"gram".

Nine grams of gold!

"You should be able to get this little gold. Pay the money quickly and quit this technique."

Selina said to everyone.

Everyone took out the gold and held it in their hands.

——But to whom?

Selina patted the wooden sign and said impatiently: "Idiots, this wooden sign is obviously the most powerful. Just put the gold under the wooden sign."

Everyone woke up from a dream and hurriedly walked towards the wooden sign.

A Jiuyao Executor had just taken a few steps when he stumbled and fell into the field without knowing what was hanging on his feet.

Sudden changes occurred——

Dense hands of mud suddenly appeared from the ground, grabbed his head, neck, shoulders, hands, waist, and legs, and pulled him into the ground.

In an instant, a seedling sprouted from the ground.

Unlike other wheat seedlings, this one has a blood bar above it.

"It's him!"

Someone couldn't help shouting.

The wind blows.

The seedlings kept shaking, like a person struggling crazily.

But it's no use.

Soon, the blood bar disappeared.

The grass seedlings also became quiet, and like other grass seedlings, they floated slightly with the wind, no longer dancing like before.

——It has really become a seedling.

Festus felt a chill coming from his back and couldn't help but look down.

I hadn't noticed it before, but when I looked carefully, I found that under the cover of those seedlings, something seemed to be crawling under the surface.

——No need to ask, these things are just densely packed mud hands.

What to do?

Festus wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Selina.

Selina looked interested and was observing the hands on the ground.

"interesting……"

she whispered.

It's over, the saint's clone must want to kill a few more people now so that she can see more of the foundation of this technique.

Now you can only count on yourself!

Festus said hoarsely:

"Everyone, don't take a step forward, just throw the gold over."

After speaking, he threw the gold in his hand towards the wooden sign.

——The gold naturally and steadily fell on the dirt in front of the wooden sign.

Layers of black mist suddenly appeared in the void around Festus, covering him.

"I feel like I'm safe!"

He said in the dark fog.

Others followed suit and threw all the gold on the ground in front of the wooden sign.

Black fog enveloped the field again.

suddenly.

A sound of blowing and beating came from far away and quickly approached the field where everyone was.

Two rows of figures standing on the field ridge.

A blood-red eight-carrying sedan emerged from the black mist again and appeared in front of everyone.

"Everyone, what are you doing here?"

"Come with us quickly, otherwise something will happen if you stay here."

The two bearers looked at the crowd and said.

Festus opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Why are these two bearers back again?

"You - you have obviously left here, why are you back again?"
To be continued...