Emperor of Death

Chapter 158 No One Taught Me

"Yechen, I want to join!"

"Yechen, do you accept people who haven't graduated?"

The dean at the side shook his head and said, "Good boy, you are poaching the corner of my academy."

Yechen smiled at the dean again, and heard her teasing, indicating that she was not angry, Yechen thanked, and then continued loudly: "Everyone, my Ye family has limited resources, it is impossible to recruit too many people , I only recruit 50 people. If you are interested, you can come to my night mansion to sign up first, and someone will welcome you. After I return from the Yinshan trial, I will personally select members. Even if I can’t be selected, I will send Take a Xuanyin Pill as a thank you."

Although Jiangyin College has tens of thousands of students, Yechen's vision is too high. Even if only 50 people are selected, they are still the tallest among the dwarfs. It is really short of manpower recently, and there is an urgent need to train a group.

With the expansion of the industry, the more masters are cultivated, the more wealth can be created for Yechen.

Back then, as the emperor of death, I only needed to give an order, and the whole empire started to run. One hundred and eight princes rushed to break their legs for him, and sent a steady stream of resources into the imperial palace. Compared with it now, it is really Poor and poor, the only manpower I can use is two or three big cats and kittens.

As for the offering of Xuanyin Dan, because Yechen hoped that more people would sign up, especially some young children from poor families. Because of their poor background and low strength, some people thought they were not talented enough and dared not come to Yefu. It would be a pity if the geniuses were missed. Even if they found out later that they missed the time for their collective training, they would not have the time to train a new batch.

So Yechen wanted to use Xuanyin Pill to attract as many people as possible.

"Okay, everyone, my words are over, Yefu has prepared enough Xuanyin Pills, waiting for your arrival."

After Ye Chen finished speaking, the dean finally announced that today's assessment was over, and everyone started to leave.

The dean stood in front of Ye Chen with a smile, and said with a smile: "Student Ye Chen, someone wants to see you, can I take a step to talk."

"Okay!" Ye Chen replied.

A middle-aged officer in half-armor came to Yechen, thumped his left chest with his right hand as a military salute to Yechen, and then said: "Hello, I am the centurion of the Imperial Yeming Army." Qin Jun, now invites you on behalf of the Yeming Army, and hopes that you can join our military. With your qualifications, our military will definitely not be stingy about training you."

After speaking, he waited for Yechen's answer.

Ye Chen shook his head and said, "You go, I have no plans to join any forces."

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, and said in a deep voice: "You know, with your talent, very few people can teach you, and our military happens to be one of the forces that can teach you."

Yechen sneered, and then shook his head: "The person who can teach me has not yet been born." After speaking, Yechen turned and left.

Looking at Ye Chen's back, after Ye Chen gradually went away, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed in a low voice: "The person our military is looking for will not let you leave easily, we will meet again."

The dean of Jiangyin College smiled apologetically, "My lord, I can only help you here."

"Hehe, it's okay." The middle-aged officer left alone with a smile.

When Yechen walked to the door, Yang Zikun stopped him and said with a smile, "How about going for a drink?"

Yechen said: "Are you alone?"

Yang Zikun laughed and said, "Is there anyone in Jiangyin City who is qualified to drink with us?"

Yechen said indifferently: "It makes sense, let's go. Go to Wangjiang Tower, and I'll be the host."

"Okay, I have good wine." Yang Zikun smiled.

Zhang Yun and the others persisted in the game for more than two days, and they were already very sleepy. Ye Chen asked Ye Sheng to take them back to Ye Mansion, and he and Yang Zikun walked towards Wangjiang Tower on foot.

It is now the morning of the third day, and the streets are very lively with people coming and going.

A farmer passed Yechen with a load of vegetables. When he passed Yechen's body, he suddenly took out a shining long knife and stabbed Yechen in the lower abdomen.

The old farmer who passed by Yechen was barefoot, wearing a bamboo hat, his feet were covered with mud, and the skin on his face was even darker, no different from the skin that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

There are too many people like this on this street, and no one will pay attention to them.

However, the one who passed by Yechen happened to be a killer, and he struck fiercely without hesitation.

"Be careful!" Yang Zikun shouted loudly after realizing it.

The killer's knife is fast, and even better, it comes silently, making it hard to guard against.

"Ding Dang!" The sound of metal impact came from the blade, and the killer looked in the direction of the blade in astonishment, and saw Yechen's fingers pinching the blade, preventing the long blade from advancing half a point.

One blow failed, the killer immediately let go of the long knife and retreated, trying to escape.

Yechen sneered, and flung out the long knife with his right hand. The long knife slashed across the ground and the killer's feet. The killer's calves were all cut off under the long knife. The old farmer-like killer staggered. , fell to the ground.

Yechen stepped forward and stepped on the old farmer's back, but saw that the old farmer's body was already stiff, and black blood was slowly flowing out of his mouth.

Yang Zikun stepped forward, squatted down, and suddenly tore open the clothes on the old farmer's back, only to see a palm-sized grimace tattooed on the old farmer's back.

Yang Zikun turned his head to look at Yechen with some differences, and said, "Why did you mess with them?"

Yechen frowned and asked, "Who are they? What does this tattoo represent?"

Yang Zikun looked even more surprised: "You can even see my origin, but you don't know about them who are famous?"

"Famous?" Ye Chen murmured, "These people are members of the Soul Squad."

Yang Zikun is the only one who can be called famous by Yang Zikun for the people he provoked.

Yang Zikun put down the old farmer's clothes, stood up and nodded, "Yes, it's them. It seems that you really provoked them."

Yechen said indifferently: "I took over a branch of them some time ago, but I didn't expect their reaction to be slow."

"You are amazing." Yang Zikun gave Ye Chen a thumbs up, "These people will not give up until they achieve their goals, you have to be careful."

Ye Chen said indifferently: "They want to seek death, so it's better to come anyway. Let's go, the Wangjiang Tower is in front of us."

Delicious food, fine wine, looking at the surging river, Yechen drank a lot.

During the banquet, Ye Chen didn't ask Yang Zikun's purpose of coming to Jiangyin City, so as not to cause embarrassment, after all, there are not many people who are interested in drinking with Yechen, and right now, Yang Zikun is barely qualified.

Yang Zikun didn't go to explore Yechen's secret either, the two had only one purpose, to drink.

After three hours, the banquet ended, Yechen and Yang Zikun went downstairs and bid farewell at the door of the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)