Tang Zhen's spiritual thoughts quietly followed Mu Qi.
Mu Qi didn't know about this matter, otherwise he would have been frightened.
He killed four enemies in a short period of time, which was unbelievable in the past.
If he relied on his own means, Mu Qi would not be able to do this even if he was exhausted.
No matter which one of the four enemies he killed before was stronger than Muki, his methods were more powerful, and his mood was more cruel.
Regardless of identity and status, they are not comparable to Mucci.
But Mu Qi, who signed the contract, could kill him in a single thought, and the other party had no ability to resist.
Killing the enemy is like killing a chicken, completely effortless.
Mu Qi was able to do this only because he served Tang Zhen and was an envoy from the Dream Ghost Realm.
From the moment his identity changed, he began to regard human life as an ant, stealing the qualifications for longevity from reincarnation.
The longevity of every living being is actually given by rules, that is, it is destined by God.
But God's gift does not mean that you can die of old age.
Various accidents will harvest living beings and cause them to die for various reasons.
The purpose of the Ghost Realm Messenger is to act as an accident, harvest the loss of Yangshou allowed by the rules, and then use the longevity money to feed the dream beasts.
It sounds complicated, but it's actually very simple.
This kind of thing, Yangshou, is actually the origin of the world and a gift to living beings.
It is a power of rules that is most suitable for absorption by beings like divine beasts who master the rules.
Tang Zhen had to pay attention to such an important matter, so he was given a set of customized equipment.
To be on the safe side, they even sent two sleepers to transform into imp slaves driven by the messenger.
The behavior of the Ghost Realm Messenger will be excluded by the rules, and the chance of accidents will be higher.
Just like a blood-sucking mosquito, it's always hard to escape being swatted to death.
Tang Zhen knows this, so he is not stingy in terms of welfare, but it requires a step-by-step process of obtaining it.
If it is done in one step, various problems will inevitably arise.
The car moved forward quickly, heading straight to a city thousands of miles away, but it was not the place where the mastermind behind the scenes lived.
Before killing the other party, Mucci decided to go back home first.
He knew very well that there would be no possibility of his return, so he had to arrange some things properly.
From now on, I have no worries and can walk alone freely.
The car drove all day and all night, and finally came to a village.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the car, the villagers showed surprised expressions, their eyes full of curiosity and awe.
Mechanical cars have just emerged in this world, and are a means of transportation that can only be owned by the upper class.
Just before today, there had never been a car in this small, backward village.
People are waiting and watching, where did this noble man come from, and why did he come to this small mountain village?
Soon they were surprised to find that the nobleman driving the car turned out to be a young man walking out of the village.
There are actually many young people in the village who travel to other places just to make a living.
The villagers were very surprised, jealous and awe at the same time. They wanted to know what happened to Mu Qi?
They flocked to Mu Qi's house one after another, wanting to inquire about the specific situation and see if they could follow suit.
Why can Muki become prosperous but they can't?
Mu Qi returned home and just after saying a few words, a group of villagers came to visit.
Then more villagers arrived one after another, inquiring inside and outside, trying to find ways to gain wealth.
When Mu Qi's family saw this, they were excited and panicked. Their family had never been so prosperous.
But they also know that these villagers are just flies chasing fish and smell, and they only come here to seek benefits.
Therefore, there is a touch of disgust in my heart, but it is difficult to express it.
Mu Qi was all smiles. When asked by the villagers how to make big money, he gave a mixed answer.
He told a group of villagers that a real land god appeared in a big city far away.
This god is very powerful, has very magical means, and allows people to exchange their lifespan for money.
The price is also very reasonable. One year of life can be exchanged for one or two gold.
"I was lucky enough to meet the apprentice of the land god and became his agent.
To help the gods collect Yangshou, no matter who they are, as long as they sign the contract, they can get gold or banknotes immediately. "
When Muki said this, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
His eyes swept across several villagers, all of whom were wealthy households in the village. They had bullied the Mu Qi family many times in the early years.
For so many years, I have always looked down on Mucci and his family.
Now that Mu Qirong has returned to his hometown, they shamelessly come forward just to get some benefits.
When Mu Qi was very young, he secretly vowed to make the bastards who bullied his family pay the price.
Now that he finally had an opportunity, how could he miss it so easily? The villain must pay the price.
The strange experience of these two days made Mucci undergo a radical change, and he no longer had the mentality of a low-level person before.
He abandoned his useless kindness, no longer wronged himself, and vowed to make evil people get their evil rewards.
At this moment, the villagers were all stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.
This was the first time they had heard that they could exchange Yangshou for money, and it felt too outrageous.
"Really? It's not a lie, right?"
"There are a lot of scammers out there, and it's normal to be cheated. My relatives were deceived miserably."
"Why can't I believe that a liar can drive such a good car?"
"You said you'd give money after signing the contract, can you do that now?"
Some villagers were full of doubts, while others were eager to give it a try. They had been attracted by what Mu Qi told him.
The wealthy people in the village even took the initiative to ask Mu Qi, their eyes full of greed and desire.
Things are related to wealth and they are naturally very positive.
"Of course I'll give you the money, and I'll cash it in immediately!"
After Muki said this, he opened the box next to him and showed the contents to everyone.
The stacks of neat banknotes and the bright yellow metal made a group of villagers' eyes widen in an instant.
They became short of breath, drooled, and clenched their fists uncontrollably.
There were even a few men with greedy and fierce eyes, as if they were planning to rob.
But there were too many people at the moment, and they didn't dare to take action. But if it was the dead of night, someone would inevitably take risks.
Mu Qi saw it and just smiled softly.
"I'm willing to sell Yang Shou for ten years, no... twenty years!"
A scoundrel in the village was the first to jump out and shouted to Muki with his eyes shining brightly.
In his heart, he didn't believe what Mu Qi said at all, but these were not important, as long as he could get the money.
The villagers looked at Muki, and I wanted to see his reaction.
"No problem at all."
Mu Qi took out a paper and pen and said to the rogue man: "How many years of life are you selling? You just need to write it down with a pen."
The scoundrel man immediately came forward and held the pen barrel tightly with his fist. It was obvious that he couldn't write.
"I want to sell it for a hundred years, please figure out how much it will cost!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into laughter.
"How can you, a guy like you, live for a hundred years at such an old age?"
"If you can live for a hundred years, I will live for ten thousand years!"
"Hahaha, if you can live for ten thousand years, that's a big bastard!"
The villagers joked and laughed, and the scoundrel just laughed along with him, while looking at Muki expectantly.
"You can just write ten years on this piece of paper."
Mu Qi took out the red talisman and yellow paper, pointed at the blank space and said.
"Let's write it for a hundred years, or maybe fifty years."
The rogue man discussed it with a playful smile, but Mu Qi remained unmoved and told him that he could only write for ten years.
Seeing that his begging had no effect, the scoundrel could only mumble and write the number "ten" on the paper.
"When you've finished writing, please give me the money!"
The rogue man looked at Muki with expectation on his face.
(End of chapter)
