"Tell him that I am willing to meet, but it has to be here." Chen Jing said decisively.
Agreeing to meet and complying with the request is a good thing.
But after hearing his words, the person who raised his hand was crying and became even more contorted, his black and muddy facial features collapsed into a ball, and his body couldn't help trembling.
Chen Jing raised his eyebrows.
This kind of behavior...
It's not like mortals are afraid of monks.
"Are you lying to me?" He asked in question, but his voice was firm.
He stretched out his hand and the green bottle flew back.
The streamer is dazzling.
The force was so heavy that it seemed to have hit the man's heart, causing him pain.
His feet gave way and he carried him to the crowd next to him. He looked like his tongue was tied and said, "The city lord never said he wanted to see you. I just... I just..."
He didn't dare to say the next words.
There was so much regret in his eyes.
He just couldn't open the wooden house and couldn't think of any other way, so he tried shouting blindly.
It's like they are scavenging.
The purpose is to scare snakes or drive away poisonous insects.
Rather than really wanting to see a giant python that can swallow people popping up from the grass.
He even bit two of his accomplices in front of him.
Chen Jing was thoughtful.
I lied to myself, but not completely.
The city really exists.
Has little effect.
"Go back and tell your city lord that I want to see him." He rubbed the green bottle on his body, swallowed it back in his mouth, and finished his sentence.
The crowd blinked blankly, crawled or squatted, looking helpless.
This sentence seems difficult to understand.
"Huh?" Chen Jing lowered his voice, low and confused.
The scavengers immediately stood up and packed their luggage.
Use practical actions to show that they understand.
Traveling in the dark is not a wise choice.
Even if it's only ten miles.
The dangers in the wasteland are enough to take away lives at this distance.
But...offending a monk is an even less wise choice.
Chen Jing raised his hand and pointed at someone: "You, stay."
It was the person who just lied to him.
He is also the fastest climber among the group. When others do not move, he can't wait to escape from here.
"And you." Chen Jing pointed to a few more people.
The selected people looked horrified.
Why should it be them?
They didn't lie, and they weren't the first ones to rush through the door.
But no matter how scared and reluctant he was, his body honestly didn't dare to move. After the others had finished escaping, even the two injured people limped away. The few people who stayed behind walked quickly to the door of the house, squatted down, folded their hands, and hugged their heads.
"Tell me about the City of Wasted Death." Chen Jing said softly.
Several people were stunned and hesitating.
After a while, someone finally spoke: "It's a waste of time. The city is so big that you can't even complete a full circle in a day."
Chen Jing sighed.
Who asked this?
Is there something wrong with your understanding?
He went into more detail: "What is the population and what are the pillars of industry?"
"There must be one or two thousand people."
"If we don't raise pigs, we can't keep those things alive."
"Nonsense, there are more than 3,000 people living in the area east of our city alone."
"How did you know?"
"Last time we collected taxes, I heard from Lord Aman's tax collector."
"There must not be twenty or thirty thousand people in the entire city?"
They clamored and delivered an answer.
Chen Jing frowned.
So few?
"How many monks are there?" he asked.
Several people looked at each other: "This... I really don't know."
"never heard of that."
"Never seen it before."
One person shrank his head and said hesitantly: "There should be four or five? Or two or three?"
"No more than ten?" Chen Jing interrupted their discussion.
"Yeah, yeah!" Their little chickens nodded.
The specific number is not clear, but they still know whether it is more or less.
Chen Jing frowned even more tightly.
With a population of 20,000 to 30,000, there are no more than ten monks?
Isn't this ratio a bit abnormal?
Is it because of "pollution"?
Or a knowledge monopoly?
He thinks it is more likely to be the latter. Monopoly is power and the best medicine.
But in this case, the city lord might not be easy to deal with.
One monk can easily bring about huge changes in a power structure with less than ten monks.
In his eyes, he was a bad guest.
"Your Excellency, are you a monk promoted and selected by Tianzun?" A man suddenly asked, looking at Chen Jing secretly.
Chen Jing nodded.
There is nothing to hide about this matter.
From Jiang Queer's mouth, I learned that being selected by Huangliang Realm is the highest honor.
And most of them are disciples of the Immortal Sect, which can also give themselves a false prestige and raise a big banner.
Several people had unexpected expressions and became excited.
The look in his eyes changed from fear to admiration and admiration in an instant.
"Which one on the Hidden Dragon List is your Excellency?"
"What's the name?"
Chen Jing was a little unsure and looked at them suspiciously.
Hidden Dragon List?
What's this......
As for your name, do you want to state it?
never mind.
"Shut up." Chen Jing raised his eyebrows.
Several people immediately closed their mouths, and fear gradually took over in their eyes.
"I only focus on training, what is the Hidden Dragon List?" His tone was softer.
One person explained: "That is the magical power sent down by Tianzun. All the monks promoted by Tianzun are ranked according to their strength and talents, and they are named Qianlong."
oh......
Battle strength list.
Chen Jing asked again, and these people answered one by one, telling everything they knew.
However, they are just scavengers. They know a few words and understand only a limited number of things.
As they murmured answers here and there, Chen Jing gradually got some impressions of the city of futile death.
That city was not called "Wishi". It was originally called "Yuncheng" and it was an important city on the Sanshui thoroughfare. But at the end of the natural disaster, it was difficult to connect the cities. More than 30 years ago, "Yuncheng" was abandoned and changed to its current name.
The city lord has been in office for more than 40 years, but in the past ten years, he has not shown his face.
Now his son is taking care of the affairs of the city. He is the "Lord Aman" mentioned by the scavenger before.
It is different from the first impression of "repressive dictatorship".
The taxes in Wusi City are not high. They don't collect food or money. The scavengers can collect enough taxes for a year in the wasteland in one month.
The most important point is that there are no monks in the Huangliang realm in the city.
When Chen Jing made innuendoes, he learned about the city of Fu Shi and the world.
There was already a wave of people running back into the city.
He died in vain in the south of the city, in the city lord's palace.
Several scavengers were brought into a room filled with white fluorite, which was as bright as day.
A man in his early thirties stood up and looked at them. His voice was as deep as a heavy stone: "Do you think there is a monk in that wooden house?"
He is the young city lord, Meng Aman.
"Yes, he said he wanted to see the Lord of the City." The scavenger nodded.
"What does the monk look like?" Meng Aman waved his hand.
The scavengers each said one sentence, picking up what they remembered and saying it.
"He looks good!"
"Very young, looks like he's in his teens."
"Thin-skinned and tender meat."
“Very clean.”
When these words are put together, Meng Amandu feels ridiculous.
Can there be clean people in the wasteland?
"Are you sure?" He frowned and asked suspiciously.
The scavengers insisted.
With so many people, it’s impossible to get it wrong.
Clean, young, monk...
The combination of these messages made him think of something.
Huangliang realm?
A complex emotion arose in his heart, including envy and dissatisfaction.
Back then, he had made it to the age of eighteen, hoping that he would become the chosen one.
But... it turns out that his talent is mediocre and he wasted eighteen years.
Forget it, for people like him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't practice for eighteen years.
"What does he want to see my father for?" Meng Aman sighed.
The scavengers hesitated.
He glared sharply.
One person lowered his head and whispered, speaking quickly: "We tried many methods before, but couldn't open the wooden house. It was really impossible, so someone called the people inside to listen. Our city wants to see you."
"Some people have shouted before, but they haven't been recruited."
"But he just came out today."
"After knowing that the man was lying to him, he asked us to come back and tell the mayor to meet us."
Someone else echoed: "Yes, yes, he also said that if we don't meet in the city, we have to meet him at his place."
Meng Aman tried to control his expression.
Try not to curse out loud.
OK......
It turns out that this is not the case, and this group of scavengers were provoked out of nowhere?
