Reverend Insanity

“You know, there are lots of purple maple leaves on Purple Ghost Mountain. The people who bought it were also quick and convenient, just saving the kung fu they collected. Alas, I didn't tell you. Forget it, forget it...”

The old mayor shook his head and sighed.

"“ We want to sell more stones, "exclaimed Fangyuan.“ The first is to return the book, and the second is to honor the Second Lady. Where did you expect it to take so long to sell? ”

His voice was anxious, with a hint of crying.

After listening to him, the old village chief's heart suddenly softened and his grievances quickly dissipated.

Fangyuan added: "The mayor of the village is not in a hurry. We decided to go with the merchants tomorrow. Drop the price and always sell. ”

“Follow the merchants? Who gives you permission to talk to the merchants?” The old village chief glanced at his eyes.

Fangyuan took it for granted: “I see a lot of mortals in the merchant team. Why can't we? ”

The old village chief helped him with his forehead: "Those people are the servants of the magician! You think the merchant team can follow you anywhere? What if we mix up with the gangster? ”

“Ah?!” Fangyuan, open your mouth and stay put. "So what? The merchants are leaving tomorrow morning. ”

“Alas...” The old man sighed deeply, "Forget it, help people to the end. Tomorrow morning I will ask for help. It is up to you two to join the merchants. ”

Just at dawn, there were a few remnants in the pale green sky. Looking ahead, the purple mountains are dark and purple, secluded and mysterious.

After a night's rest, the merchants have begun to assemble and ready to go.

“Check the cargo! ”

“The rope is tied or not, if you drop one on the way, hit you with a hundred boards. ”

“Come on, come on, feed our fat black beetles. ”

……

The magicians loudly commanded that the slaves of mortals should be brought up and down. Some are grumpy, holding a whip in their hand, looking at which move is slower, just go up and smoke. Some take care of the insects and feed them themselves.

“Lord Chen.” The old village chief bent over and offered a salute to one of the deputy chiefs of the merchants.

“Oh, Zhang, I'm busy here. Tell me something.” This Chen is a magician.

“Here's the thing, I have two newborns, made some small business...” The old village chief hasn't finished yet, Master Chen suddenly shouted, “Chen Xin, what are you doing wandering around? Hurry up and feed the snake. You expect those slaves to feed well? Your winged snake has swallowed three servants these days! ”

“Yes, sir.” Chen Xin was caught and shrugged back to his head.

Instead of letting him go, Master Chen scolded him: “How many times have I told you to call my elder in the village, in the merchant team you have to call me deputy chief. ”

“Yes, yes, Deputy Chief.” Chen Xin answered and ran away.

“This bastard...” Chen Jiaoshi muttered, turning to the old village chief, "What were you saying? Oh, to guarantee that two younger generations will join the merchant team? ”

“Adults are wise, that's right.” The old village chief replied hastily.

“Well...” Master Chen mumbled deliberately.

The old mayor was the one who turned into a magician. It is to place one of our own in the must-have land of the merchants.

Merchant traders, those cottages are the focus of trade, but mortal villages along the way cannot be overlooked and are important.

Merchants have a lot to do and a lot of living goods are consumed, so they have to be replenished along the way. There are also slaves, sometimes merchants, who die and lack manpower, and merchants have to draw human beings from villages along the way.

By the way, Master Chan's servants are slightly inadequate. In the merchant corps, mortal life is just a consumable for talking and moving.

“In the future, I need Zhang Zhang when I go through the Purple Ghost Mountains. Isn't it cold for him not to say yes? I happen to be short of manpower, but I can't say yes so easily. It needs to be weighed before it can be sold. ”

Chen Qiao was thinking about it, and a summoning magician from the merchant team ran over.

He shook a pile of paper in his hand and ran, yelling, “Attention, new warrant, new warrant! ”

He shouted, sticking his hands on a fat black beetle.

“New warrant? How many rewards?” Chen Magician came to interest.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” The summoning magician hastily handed over a copy.

Chen Jiaoshi looked at it: "Oh, it's a warrant issued by a hundred people. As long as the message is correct, it's a thousand yuan stones? So tall!”

Chen Jiaoshi's eyes lit up and became interested.

Warrants typically have two prices, one for news and one for murder.

The news price of a thousand yuan stones is often wanted for those who break into famous demons. But the portrait on this warrant is two young men, both of whom look good, one even beautiful.

A man and a woman, two newcomers!

“One is a magician and one is a triple spin. The news price is as high as 1,000 yuan and the murder price is $5800. Tsk, looks like Hundreds hated these two bastards. Hey hey...” Chen Jiaoshi smiled happily, not Chen Jia anyway.

He had no idea that the two demons were already near him.

The old village chief also looked at the wanted warrant and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

“The world of magicians is so dangerous. Such a beautiful young man is the demon of criminals! I hope they don't come into our village. ”

“Well, for all the hard work you've been doing, I've agreed to this request.” Chen Jiaoshi said.

“Ah, thank you, sir! My lord, I'll call them both.” The old village mayor was overjoyed.

Master Chan waved: “No, I'm very busy. You told them to report to Chen Xin. ”

He was not interested in meeting two mortals. At the same time, it does not associate the person in front of it with the warrant in hand. After all, this is a wanted warrant for hundreds of houses, thousands of miles away. Master Chen subconsciously felt safe on his side.

It's very routine thinking.

Even on modern planet Earth, murders in provincial capitals, even if they are more heinous, do not feel too much of a sense of crisis. Even modern transportation is so developed.

Besides that, there is a sense of luck.

Thousands of worlds, arts and crafts, how did these two thieves escape to me? Then my luck is too much, it's impossible!

People always think that unfortunate things don't happen to them.

Moreover, there are many warrants, many of them monastic giants, or vicious, or insidious, to attract attention. What climate can two new people like Fangbai, one by one, become?

When Chen Xin saw Fang Bai and his wife, he didn't associate them with the warrant at all.

Both of them have changed their image greatly. The source of their disfigurement has been abandoned. The white condensed ice has been rehearsed over these days, and it also looks like a good image.

Chen Xin lost interest at first glance, especially the appearance of Fangyuan, which made him a little disgusted.

He was only converted to a new job, and Fangyuan was promoted to a second job a few days ago.

Chen Xin hastily distinguished and did not feel any manipulator, so he called an old butler to arrange the work of Fang Bai and his wife.

“What are your names?” The old butler asked.

That's when someone asks for their names.

“My name is Black Earth and my wife's name is Baiyun.” Fangyuan is casual.

“Woman?” the old butler turned back and frowned.

He stared at the white ice and looked at her black-and-autumn stunned, and it was called a white cloud? This black earth is ugly too!

“Woman trouble. You guys need to be careful. Don't blame my husband for not reminding you!” Old housekeeper.

“I know. I have a scooter with purple maple leaves. My mother-in-law stays in the car, takes care of the cargo, and we don't want to get in contact with anyone else.” Fang Yuandao.

“Huh, just know. ”

The old butler arranged for the two of them to unload their cargo. But for Square Source and White Condensed Ice, it's not worth mentioning. White ice, however, is a bit exhausting to disguise the appearance of an asthma appeal.

Not far away, several slaves took the opportunity to laze around and rest together.

Several people looked at Fang Bai and both of them.

“Brother Keung, there are two new recruits. Someone saw them carrying personal goods! That's a car of purple maple leaves.” A skinny slave is a little excited.

Exploitation of newcomers has become the practice of the elderly in the merchant corps.

Django crouched on the floor and squinted his eyes: “See, skinny monkey, you try them first. ”

He is healthy as a cow and has developed thoracic muscles, but not reckless.

Mortal bravery is not worth mentioning in a world that is respected by magicians. He's naturally a little smart to be the central figure in this little circle.

The lean monkey sighed and walked to the square source in the eyes of everyone.

“Dude, where are you from? Everyone calls me Monkey. We'll work together in the future. Take care of it.” Smiles piled up on skinny monkeys' faces.

Fang Yuan glanced at him and said only one word:

“Fuck off.”

The lean monkey suddenly caught his eye, revealing his anger.

Fangyuan didn't even look at him, so he took care of his own shipment. He had been in the merchants' club in his previous life and was well aware of the obscenity of it.

In black, skinny monkeys are “stepping on plates." Let's use words to get the bottom line of the source. If there is no background, then we can work together to bully and exploit some of the benefits.

In fact, it's not just about mortals, it's about magicians, it's just a little bit more elegant and good eating.

Solo adventure, is to fight the beast. To act as a team is to fight the same kind of fight.

Where there is interest, there is strife. So much space. Everybody wants to live better. There's more room.

Only to invade the space of others.

The lean monkey didn't expect Fang Yuan to be so disgraced, and stood there for a while, staring at him.

Fangyuan had no idea of such a small character. Mortals like grass mustard, even if they kill one or two, what's that supposed to mean?

As long as it doesn't interfere with the shipment, neither does the magician.

If you really care, Fangyuan naturally has the means to fix this.

In a nutshell, these slaves are looking for death to mess with.

“What, you want me to beat you up?” Square glanced coldly at the lean monkey.

The lean monkey hummed, but did not dare to seize, and returned with a feather.

If this kind of tough attitude makes Django constrained, what's the real background between the two? Why else would he be so good? For the sake of insurance, let's look into the situation first.