Chapter 141 Living Body Sacrifice

"Demigod Realm..." Ge Zheng chewed the term and lowered his head and thoughtfully. The black shadow floated like a piece of black paper, and the speed was not fast. He obviously intended to enlighten Ge Zheng. Not only was he flying very slowly, but he was not in a hurry to instill all the messages into Ge Zheng at one time, but he left him time to think.

Ge Zheng thought of Guizhou in his mind. They called themselves "God Controllers". Obviously, they didn't take the demigod seriously. There should be higher-level existences above the demigod realm, so it is probably the so-called "God". Does the existence of the demigod realm know the existence of the "God Controller"?

He quietly glanced at the black shadow and asked, "What's your purpose for finding me?" The black shadow stopped, and under the night sky, a trace of silver moonlight was filled with cotton in his body in Western Jin Dynasty. The silver light wrapped in a bunch of water, wrapped around his body, condensed into a mask-like face: "We guide people with potential on the continent to embark on this road to becoming a god. You are very lucky that we chose you among hundreds of millions of intelligent lives on the continent."

At that time, Gui Zhou also said this to Ge Zheng, but he was more arrogant than Gui Zhou.

Ge Zheng never felt lucky - if he talked about luck from a probability point of view, Ge Zheng certainly knew that he was very lucky and didn't need them to tell him. He was sent to this world for a long time, and this probability was really "lucky".

"In other words, those who reach level 13 will be invited by you?" Ge Zheng asked. "It's not an invitation. You have to understand that this is a road full of hardships and challenges, and it is very likely a road without return - it is not a game, so we are the guide, and on this road, you need a guide."

Still speaking lines - Ge Zheng despised it in his heart, exactly the same as Guizhou's words, with almost no changes and no novelty at all.

Just like the last time he dealt with Guizhou, Ge Zheng lowered his head from beginning to end, so that others could see that this was Ge Zheng's "deep thinking", but in fact he was hiding his disdainful look in his eyes.

"Not all thirteen-level professions will be guided," said the Shadow. "We only select people with potential. For example, Ramir you know and Parachelussus, whom you alchemists respect very much, are not guided because they do not have the potential to complete this path."

Ge Zheng laughed secretly: It’s not that he has no potential, but that they are very wise and not that easy to fool.

He had already figured it out that the "friend" that Rulan Color's mind should refer to the existence of the demigod realm. Obviously, he was also guided. Ge Zheng had witnessed the power of the black shadow attack just now, and it looked very amazing, but the power was here.

With great cleverness as clumsy, he abandoned all complicated skills and had reached a state of completely pursuing the peak of power.

Such an existence, as long as he shows his skills in front of Rulancolor, Rulancolor, who is determined to pursue a higher level, will immediately fall into the trap - he can't explain why, Ge Zheng always felt that there would be no pie rain in the sky, and so coincidentally, the rainfall range was limited to his side.

Whether it was the Guizhou or the demigod existence in front of him, Ge Zheng thought it was a trap. But he couldn't explain clearly what kind of conspiracy was hidden behind this trap. It was just a feeling.

In short, no matter what the other party conspires, what Ge Zheng has to do is to quickly find the last material, Kurosawa Jiuseed Grass, and then you want to activate the summoning magic circle and send yourself back to Earth. Your child should be three years old, and he is impatient.

The conspiracy has nothing to do with Ge Zheng, so you might as well be able to get the materials and trick them into getting them. Once you leave, he will not believe that these people can still chase them to the earth?

"But I am an alchemist." Ge Zheng said, "I am not a warrior." A smile appeared on the black shadow's face condensed from silver moonlight: "What kind of profession do you think I am?" Ge Zheng was really surprised this time: "Are you also an alchemist?"

The black shadow raised an arm, and a black ball of light kept changing in his hands. He said to Ge Zheng, "Did you see something?" "The thing I killed just now - it was an alchemy work." Ge Zheng said with certainty.

"That's right." He raised the black light ball: "I don't mean to show off. I let you see this work, just tell you not to underestimate yourself, an alchemist can defeat the God of War!" Of course, Ge Zheng did not underestimate himself. He believed in this and was almost practicing it.

The black shadow looked into the distance: "Your friends can't wait. I'll leave you something. You can take a good look. You have just embarked on this road. Next time I come, I need you to tell you the direction you decided to explore. OK, I'm leaving."

The moment they flew out of the Red Hall, the black shadow released a ban. Solgevellen and the Wolf Crow did not receive Ge Zheng's order, and did not dare to act without permission, so they stayed outside the ban waiting for him. After a long time, Gronia could not wait, so Solgevellen tried to break the ban. Unfortunately, although his power was very powerful, it was still limited to the "human" realm and could not break the ban of the demigod.

Wolf Crow had a good impression of Gronia, for nothing else, just because he could feel Gronia's concern for Ge Zheng. So Wolf Crow decided to help her.

The effect of the wolf crow was different when he tried. Solgwilen looked at the mysterious restriction that was gradually dissipating, and was jealous.

"The doll beside you is very interesting. I feel relieved to be safe with it. Goodbye, successor!" After the black shadow said, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up, and the silver threads curled with the wind, and in an instant, turned into a drop of silver blood and flew hundreds of miles away.

There was no storage ring in Ge Zheng's hand - there was a lot of space inside, comparable to that in the think tank. However, there were very few things stored in it. Apart from some materials, there were only a few books. Ge Zheng immediately read the materials all over, and finally sighed disappointed: "Oh, grandma, is the Kurosawa Nine Seed Grass really a material that is rarely used?"

The wolf crows and the other two quickly arrived in front of them. Gronia asked with concern: "Are you okay?" Ge Zheng spread his hands: "Of course I'm fine." Gronia asked with concern: "Who is he? I've never seen the means of murder. There was no scar on those people's body." Ge Zheng was stunned and asked, "Have you checked your eyebrows?" "I checked, there were no scars."

Ge Zheng clearly saw that a drop of black blood was squeezed out from the eyebrows of those killed, so how could there be no scars? He frowned slightly and waved, "Go back and take a look."

The riots in the Red Hall have affected the entire Montenegro Rock. Remis and his nineteen demons died in the Montenegro Rock, which will have a huge impact on the division of the sphere of influence that is truly unreturned to the mudflat. Representatives of all forces in the Montenegro Rock are on the way to the Red Hall.

When Ge Zheng returned to the Red Hall, Debis was holding Remis' body and crying loudly. In addition to the sad and mistress' death, Remis was her biggest customer as the middleman. When Remis died, her status in the middleman's business would also decline a lot.

Ge Zheng glanced at it, and the black blood drop in Remis's eyebrows was indeed gone.

He walked to the other nineteen corpses, and indeed the blood beads on their eyebrows were gone. Ge Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed the corpse. Although the death was short, less than half an hour, the corpse was completely stiff.

Recalling the scene when Remis was killed, a shadow enveloped Ge Zheng's heart: these twenty people were not killed, but were "refined" to death. Their vitality was squeezed out and dissolved in that drop of black blood.

Black Blood must have been taken away by the black shadow. What did he do to collect his vitality?

Ge Zheng was puzzled, and suddenly the black swimming fish she used to kill people appeared in front of him again - that is, the black ball. When he held it in the palm of his hand, Ge Zheng felt that the thing seemed to be as lively as it was.

Just now, Ge Zheng thought that thing was like the natal magic weapon of a Middle-earth monk. Only by refining it with his natal essence and blood can he have such aura. Now he figured it out that he had just swallowed the life of the murdered person. Such a sinister refining method is not tolerated in the world of cultivation. It is a "live sacrifice" that everyone calls for and refining weapons with living life!

Ge Zheng was even more sure that this was a trap.

Remis' death in Wuhui's mudflat caused an uproar. When his subordinates heard that the leader was killed, they gathered everyone the next day to kill Heishan Rock.

Without Remis and the Nineteen Demons, these people were not able to reach the Black Mountain Rock, but were attacked by powerful bandits nearby, and eventually collapsed on the muddy ground of Wuhui's mud flats.

Remis is a cruel and domineering person. His bandit group is ranked ninth, so he certainly has no less territory. There are five bandit groups with greater power nearby, three of which are among the 36 bandit groups. They are all staring at Remis's "legacy". All forces are eyeing him and start a game.

Ge Zheng Anran lived in the Red Hall, but he was thinking about how to use this opportunity to further consume the strength of the bandit group. There were a few pieces of paper in front of him, which were collected from the information of the five nearby bandit groups. To sow discord, he naturally had to know the basis of the person being instigated.

Since he decided to do this, Ge Zheng always had a smile on his lips: standing in the shadows and watching others fight - humans have loved such performances since ancient times, and the gladiator competition in the ancient Roman era fully illustrates this point.

Of course, Ge Zheng liked it too.

There was a bonfire under the night sky, three iron sticks as thick as arms were tied into a tripod, with a huge iron pot forked on it. Some unknown oil in the iron pot was burning, and the flames were rolling black smoke, illuminating the surroundings.

There were two rows of chairs on the ground, eighteen on each side. There were one person sitting on each chair, and there were thirty-six bandits with clear flags apart from a hundred steps. It can be seen that even if they were forced to sit down for a meeting, the atmosphere between them was very tense. Although their subordinates were a hundred steps away, they were tense and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

There is the only empty space in the row of chairs on the left, which originally belonged to Remis.

"There is nothing to discuss. Remis is our corrupt military alliance. Of course, his territory should be inherited by us. You nine, get out of here!"

Someone was unhappy: "Corrupt the Military Alliance? How could that organization led by an outsider decide on Wuhui's mudflat? What are you willing to follow him to dream of becoming king? Then you can fight out and keep Wuhui's mudflat territory? Why don't you share your territory with our nine families, hahaha..."

"What did you say!" With a knife, someone had already pulled out his weapon.

"Don't be impatient..." An old voice sounded, and an old man walked out of the darkness, followed by two young men, supporting him with all his heart.

"Mr. Vassel." The leaders of the bandit group respected the old man very much. Regardless of whether the respect was from the heart or not, at least they made their gestures. The people on the chairs of both factions stood up and greeted the old man.

Old Man Vassel walked to the center of two rows of chairs, and someone quickly moved another chair under his butt. The old man sat down, and the two teenagers behind him retreated.

"Everyone, everyone can come tonight. I'm very proud of this old man. I'll thank you for yourselves..." Everyone hurriedly said he was polite.

Wassel is the largest intermediary among the Wuhui mudflats. Every year, 40% of the wealth that is snatched into the Wuhui mudflats are flowed out of his hands. So Wassel is the God of Wealth of the 36-way bandit group. No one dares to offend him, and only he has the face to bring together the thirty-six rebellious leaders.

"Everyone, everyone knows about Remis. I don't want to exaggerate, but I just feel that there have been more things in Wuhui's mudflats recently. We are all people living here. I would like to ask everyone to discuss: First, how to divide Remis' territory, and second, how should we go next."

When it comes to interests, everyone immediately fell silent. When they divide Remis' territory, everyone has their own little one in their hearts, but their plans are naturally for their own plans, and it will immediately arouse opposition from others when they say it.

When Waisel saw the expressions of everyone, he sighed helplessly: It seems that a battle is inevitable, and internal friction is inevitable. Strictly speaking, he is just a businessman and understands the gains and losses of interests; when everyone's expressions fall into his eyes, he knows that the affairs of Remil's territory are not something he can control.

He smiled: "I am a businessman, I can't control the chassis. The leaders should decide for themselves. However, I want to discuss the future path of the tidal flats with you."

Someone said, "Discussion? Old sir, some people want to break out of the Wuhui mudflat. These people are not the same as us. If you discuss something with them, they will sooner or later not be the ones who are Wuhui mudflat."

The people who corrupted the military alliance remained silent. They wanted to follow the man to fight out to gain wealth, but in a short period of time they were reluctant to leave the oil and water in the mudflat.

Vassel smiled: "If the leaders' ambitions and autocracy can be realized, of course we have to congratulate you; if they cannot, you will still come back." In fact, everyone knew that this would be the case. Although the leaders of the nine families were dissatisfied, they did not object.

Wassel glanced around and stood up and said, "Dear leaders, Debes is currently active, and I think you have all received her news." He paused, and indeed someone asked, "Sir, what does this have to do with our future in the mudflat?"

"It's very important!" Vassel said: "As far as I know, she contacted you because someone offered a 200,000 gold coin intermediary fee. She asked her to help lobby everyone here, that person would open up a business road in the tidal flat without going back."

"This is impossible..." The leaders here burst into laughter. Building a business road in Wuhui's mudflat is like a fool. Not to mention that Wuhui's mudflat has special geology, there are countless dangers in it, even those monsters are enough to make people feel headache.

Wassel waited for them to laugh enough before he said seriously: "Everyone, if there is a very attractive smuggling business with a profit of hundreds of times, do you think it is possible to open a business road from the tidal flat without going back?"

"In fact, there is no need for transportation at all. As long as the prize goods are loaded into the storage space, enough magicians can easily transport a large amount of goods. It is indeed dangerous to go back to the mudflat, but if you fail ten times and succeed once, you can make a big profit. If there is such a transaction, isn't it worth spending some money to open up the business road?"

"What kind of transaction is so profitable?" someone asked.

Vassel smiled and pointed to Dongfang and said, "There are opportunities on the Galaxy Continent. Because of the existence of the tidal flats, the trade between the Galaxy Continent and our continent has always been very underdeveloped. If the plan I just mentioned is feasible, it will be a road full of gold."

"What else can we promise? We can do it ourselves!" someone shouted immediately.

The people who corrupted the military alliance were also very moved, but they thought of the person behind the scenes, and they did not dare to agree immediately. Vasel smiled and said, "That's what I mean by asking everyone today. If we want to do this business, we don't need any capital. Just choose brothers who are not afraid of death, pass the dictator Wang Yanghai, and go there to continue working in their own business and rob. When the things are shipped back, we can definitely buy a big price."

"If all the leaders of the corrupt military alliance think this plan is feasible, go back and tell the leader, I really want to meet him and discuss this matter with him. I think the leader is talented and has great ambitions. If this business can be done, it will be very helpful to the leader's plan."

The business road that Ge Zheng mentioned was just a casual statement, just trying to provoke a dispute between bandit groups. Unexpectedly, someone actually perfected his "concept" and proposed the grand idea of ​​"crossing the sea to rob". There were pirates in the Xinglian world before, but there was never such a large-scale pirate.

Ge Zheng waited in the top room of the Red Hall for three days before Debis arranged his affairs. He hadn't seen Debis for a few days, and this time she met, she looked very tired. Ge Zheng thought that Remis' death made her sad, but in fact it was because Debis had been running around for several days in order to earn the fragrant 200,000 gold coins to contact the leader of the bandit group for him.

As soon as Remis died, Debis' influence dropped greatly. In addition, the thirty-six-way bandit group had agreed that they would not agree to Ge Zheng's request, so Debis' mediation continued to hit a wall. Later, Debis had to go out in person and sacrifice his body to make the leaders of the bandit group agree to meet Ge Zheng. These 200,000 gold coins were indeed not easy to make.

There is no warmth in the mudflat, only benefits. Remis's body is not cold, and his lover has climbed onto the beds of several people.

There is a famous restaurant in the Black Mountain Rock called "Wuhui Hei Shop". This name is creepy, but the special Warcraft banquet is very unique. The local ingredients are all from the Wuhui mudflat, and the wine you drink is also fermented and brewed with grass seeds from a kind of wild grass growing in the Wuhui mudflat.

Ge Zheng consigned the entire restaurant to entertain the leaders.

Debis, the middleman, is very professional. She thought the original waiter in the restaurant was clumsy, so she called her sisters in the Red House to serve her. She agreed that the banquet would start at noon, and the girls in the Red House stood at the entrance of the restaurant to greet her at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Some people came one after another, but they were all leaders of some small gangs. Among them were the leaders of the two small gangs near Remis' territory, one was the wolf orc named Andy, and the other was the demon muscle rod named Basel.

At 11:30 noon, two of them came from the 36 bandit groups. Solgevellen was surprised and asked Ge Zheng quietly: "Are we looking for the wrong person? Why are we invited some small characters who are not good at this?"

Ge Zheng looked at Debis, and the owner of the Hong Kong Pavilion was also embarrassed. The smile on his face, standing at the door to greet the guests, was a little stiff. He waited until the start time, and only four representatives of the 36 bandit groups came. None of them were present in person, and they all sent their own hands.

Debis cursed in his heart: These dead ghosts who were ungrateful agreed when they were on the bed with me, but sent these minions to fool me!

The time has come, and Ge Zheng waved his hand: "Don't wait, let's start!"

Debis held up a wine glass toast table by table, Ge Zheng was thinking about how to make a fuss between them. Andy and Basel sat on the same table. The other three of the five major bandit groups around Remis were all gangs in the top 36. Today, there were only two representatives, all sitting on the table next to them. They were the three-headed leader of the Meyer Bandit Group, and the one-eyed Babi of the four leaders of the Kozlov Bandit Group.

Andy and Basel's bandit group can only be considered third in the Wuhui Tide Flat, and is quite different from the top 36.

Everyone present had a net worth of at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, but they had a hard time living in the mudflats and rarely had such delicious food.

Andy was gnawing at a thick bone, but there was actually not much meat anymore, but he seemed to have retained some of the good habits of canines. After gnawing for a few times, he picked up the wine glass at hand and was about to drink it. Ge Zheng's fingers squeezing in his sleeves and a wave of real energy hit his elbow.

Ge Zheng's strength was limited, and this finger could not hurt him. However, without any precaution, Andy shook his hand and a large glass of wine spilled on the table next door.
Chapter completed!