Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes after reading it.
To be able to be respected as a big boss among the reincarnations, it is true that no matter the strength, character, or strategy, everything is impeccable.
Shenji and Jing Shou were not willing to be used as gunmen as they imagined, but they gave up when they saw the opportunity.
After all, whether it is the Dark Alliance or the three major official organizations, there are nine-step kings. They want to completely kill these eight-step kings, and they can do it with a little effort.
But if he is hunted down by the Nine-step King at all costs, it will be a big loss if he cannot hold the divine sacrifice as soon as possible.
The two people's logic is obviously very clear, and they are not easily led into a ditch.
"This reincarnation person doesn't have a good temper either~"
Jiang Chen shook his head regretfully.
Not long after, another message was received. A plan to surround and kill the sick building was discussed, and the operation time would be in the early morning of tomorrow night.
The reason why it was postponed for one day was because Sister Hong suddenly reported that she was crowned king, and Uncle Wei whose strength had greatly improved.
As usual, no one asked much about how they improved their strength.
——Respect each other’s secrets and work towards a common goal.
This is Yin Cao's consistent purpose.
After Jiang Chen finished reading, he planned to continue sleeping. Who knew that Tie Zhu, who was full of water from the balcony, ran in and insisted on pestering him to buy another TV.
This guy is also thick-skinned. Just last night he said that TV is evil, but now he is rolling around in tears and doing whatever he wants to do when he wants to watch it.
Jiang Chen picked it up, held it in dozens of hands, and pushed it to lie on its side.
Unexpectedly, Tiezhu's perseverance and perseverance were extraordinary. He failed here and ran to Sister Hong's door again, knocking on the door and calling out to her stepmother one after another.
After Sister Hong asked her why she was here, she asked her not to scream while she personally moved her own 85-inch 85X9500B TV worth more than 100,000 yuan, helped install it, and cooked a table of delicious dishes for her. Tie Zhu watched while eating.
Tie Zhu was very moved and said that he would definitely ask his stepmother to cook hot pot when he was free.
Sister Hong didn't know why, but she nodded and agreed happily.
The lights in the living room were turned off, the large screen was on, and the iron pillar was rolled up on the sofa, lying on the sofa, controlling the remote control with his tail, looking attentive, and the sound of the TV sounded faintly.
In the bedroom, Jiang Chen hugged the Yin Shen Hammer and fell asleep soundly.
The scene is warm.
But as the saying goes, when you feel that the years are peaceful, someone must be carrying the burden for you.
At this time, the reincarnators scattered in various places looked at the darkening sky and lit cigarettes one after another, but they could not sleep at all.
They finally managed to grab some high-level sacrifices.
Only then did he realize that all the ordinary sacrifices he had collected had been snatched away by his grandson, and it was not enough for the big sacrifice!
Moreover, the reincarnator's method of trapping and killing the king is often only effective for the first time in an era.
In other words, those who fail to return to the realm of kings with this harvest are basically destined to miss the "last chance".
Of course, they are not helpless.
Those who have the foundation to dig into their past savings.
Those who are impoverished can only cooperate with some contemporary forces, either joining them, or providing some ancient spells, secrets from previous dynasties, etc. in exchange for ordinary sacrifices.
In the past, with the arrogance of reincarnators, it would have been impossible for them to lower their status like this, but Jiang Chen helped them successfully overcome their psychological barriers.
…
Another night fell, and in the neon lights of the bustling city, some powerful figures rose into the sky.
Most people don't notice it.
Even among the Yin Chaos, only the stronger ones seemed to feel something. They looked up, but found nothing.
Salora.
Standing on the western plateau, it is the last city in Kyushu. Further west, there is the famous death zone. It is deserted, with low temperature and lack of oxygen. Experienced locals may not be able to come out alive if they enter.
However, tourism development over the years has made this supposedly lonely city seem lively and brightly lit all night long, giving it another nickname: the city that never sleeps.
One of the most widely recommended places among the poems of young men and women and distant places.
Tonight, a dark shadow flashed from time to time in the lights of the city that never sleeps. A house built in the center of Sarola, covering an extremely large area and worth hundreds of millions, but which has never seen anyone coming in or out, began to appear one after another. one person.
"Lao Zhou? You're here too, come here quickly!"
"Old Zhao, come on, come on, have a glass of wine to warm yourself up. Why don't you drink before a mission? You are too pedantic. Besides, this time you are working with Lord Samsara King. What are you afraid of?"
"The rules can't be broken!"
"..."
These people have different personalities, they all know each other, and judging from their conversation, they are definitely people who have been in high positions for a long time.
Anyone who knows him will see at a glance that this is the current director of the various underworld bureaus!
"Isn't this Lao Sun?"
"Old Sun, you go anyway. If you go crazy, don't do anything to your own people."
"Yes, your old boy is so capable..."
As soon as Sun Zhengyi arrived, he didn't care about what others were saying. He immediately smiled and said loudly: "What? When will King Wei Wu and King Chen of our Jiangbei branch arrive? You two will arrive later. There is no rush. There is no rush."
Everyone: "..."
We didn’t even fucking ask.
Are you afraid that others won’t know that you are the two kings of Jiangbei Branch?
At this moment, a heavy aura descended, as if the mountains were pressing down on the top of the mountain. Everyone turned their heads and took a look, and they all held their hands.
"I've met Senior Zou!"
"Senior Zou is here too!"
"..."
The visitor was also Jiang Chen's old acquaintance, Xiao Zou, who nodded gently in all directions.
"Oh! Xiao Li, you're welcome. Xiao Wang, what's wrong with seniors? Xiao Liu, let's go and have a glass of highland barley wine together. You won't get drunk. Don't worry..."
Several more half-kings arrived later.
Finally, a heavyweight arrives.
"Lord City King!"
"The aura is unfathomable. Sir, have you entered the king's realm?"
"Congratulations!"
"..."
The urban king, who had slender legs and a good figure that could not be concealed by the black robe he was wearing, landed on the ground, glanced around, nodded coldly, and stood aside quietly.
A Yama is here, and the atmosphere at the scene has calmed down a bit.
"That is……"
One person was suddenly surprised.
"Isn't that the remaining money from the heir of the Song Emperor? Why is it not his master?"
"No, this person's aura..."
"Half King!?"
"The descendants of Yama made a breakthrough through the Great Sacrifice?"
The little fat man landed on the ground and put one hand in his pocket. He looked around very proudly and swung two small chain hammers with his other hand.
"I've met Mr. City King!"
Yu Qian spoke.
A simple sentence, but everyone was shocked again.
In the world of strange people, strength speaks volumes.
Zou Lianshan still had several veteran Half-Kings, but Yu Qian only saluted the City King, which undoubtedly showed that once he broke through to the Half-King level, he would have the strength to challenge the veteran Half-Kings.
No one questioned it.
A moment's thought will tell that this is a normal thing. The path taken by the descendants of Yama is beyond the reach of ordinary strong people.
