how to kill a dragon

Chapter 60

A wooden stick can also kill.

The wrath of mortals, three steps of blood spattering, should not be underestimated.

Li He put the knife back into its sheath and heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that this time he didn't have to kill himself.

Looking at the priest's body that had been stabbed into a pile of rotten flesh by the old lady with a wooden stick, he sighed, squatted down, and grabbed the old lady's mechanical hand, "Ma'am, it's okay, he already dead."

But the old lady had already entered a mysterious state, she couldn't stop the movements of her hands at all, she struck so hard that the priest was crushed under her and stabbed to death before he had time to beg for mercy.

Li He held the old lady's hand tightly, and reiterated again, "Mother, he is dead, look, he is dead, everything is over!"

"Si, leave her to me. Go inside and have a look, so they don't hurt anyone anymore." Wang Xiaotai, who appeared at some unknown time, patted Li Hei on the shoulder.

Li Hei nodded, bowed his head, stood up and took a few steps back, not daring to touch the corner of her clothes, he clenched the long knife in his hand, which had not been sheathed, and walked towards the Peony Temple.

As he walked, he unconsciously glanced in the direction of the old lady.

I saw Wang Xiaotai was dressed in plain clothes, with no pearls or emeralds on her head, and she only tied her hair loosely with a wooden chopstick, feeling like she was living next door, being gentle and close.

She squatted where Li Hei was squatting just now, not minding the old lady's clothes stained with blood and saliva, and hugged her tenderly, "I'm sorry I came too late, Yanyan will never come back."

She gently wiped the smudges on the old lady's face with her white fingers, and pushed her loose hair aside, revealing her swollen face.

Wang Xiaotai's fingertips shimmered, the bruises on the old lady's face subsided, she came out of the inexplicable dazed state, regained consciousness, hugged Wang Xiaotai and wailed loudly, calling for the ghost of her daughter who might not have gone far away , "Yanyan, Yanyan, my Yanyan!"

"Cry, when you can still cry and still have tears, cry to your heart's content, I know you are suffering in your heart, if you cry, you will feel better."

Wang Xiaotai patted the thin old lady's trembling back, "Everyone is mortal, and every one should take care of each other."

While comforting the crying old lady with utmost tenderness, she raised her eyes, her unwavering cold eyes just collided with Li Hei's sight, Li He trembled, was startled, and dared not look any more. He strode into the Peony Temple.

Changsheng followed behind Wang Xiaotai, watching her black-robed believers tear down the entire temple, and placed gold bricks, gold nuggets and golden statues in front of her, and then watched the people in Peony City bow down to Wang Xiaotai in gratitude, watching Watching them knelt down and shouted 'Everyone must die', Wang Xiaotai slightly raised her hands and smiled in response to the scene of 'Everyone will take care of themselves'.

Seeing Wang Xiaotai harvesting the power of faith in the entire city and at the same time obtaining a large amount of unspeakable treasures, Changsheng felt that his own people were already paralyzed.

Isn't this just playing tricks and finding a justified reason to rob?
What kind of god is this?Will go to rob the gods?

Changsheng couldn't remember any god who would directly fight openly to rob money from other gods' temples.

What God of Wealth got his money from others?
Haven't heard that robbery can become a god?

Watching Wang Xiaotai return part of the money that originally belonged to the people of Peony City to them, and when he took the rest of the gold and silver by himself, Chang Sheng only felt that the thunderstorm was nothing more than that.

For a moment, she even felt that it was very possible for the Peony Fairy to come down to earth and kill them with a knife.

Li Hei prepared a table and a bunch of statues of Fuyao Empress that had been prepared for Wang Xiaotai.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Xiaotai sat down in front of the Peony Temple and started her statue signing session. While giving away her wooden god statue to the people of Peony City for free, she also distributed eggs to the people.

One idol, ten eggs.

Fuyao Niangniang's iconic double pupils are printed on each egg.

I pray every day, and I can distribute another [-] eggs every month. Those who don’t want eggs will also get free rice, all of which are free of charge.

As long as you sincerely believe in Fuyao Niangniang, the God of Wealth, you can get these free eggs and rice.

Simple, this is really simple.

Simple, it's so easy.

Rough, really doesn't get any rougher than that.

Changsheng felt that all the knowledge he had learned in the Tasting Fairy Association about how to establish a god-lord companion and dedicate to the god-lord had been fed to the dogs.

What about making up stories, creating human designs, breaking through with a sword, suppressing evil spirits, standing in the air in white clothes, fighting between immortals and demons, distinguishing between good and evil, love and hatred, and love triangles between idiots and women.

In a really remote mountain village, all these messy methods are not as good as sending eggs!

More and more people rushed over after hearing the news, including grizzled grandpas and grandmas, and even children who were dragged here by their parents to fill their heads and were still eating sweets.

Changsheng really didn't know whether these people came here to pursue the belief of Fuyao Empress or to receive eggs.

The development of Wang Xiaotai's Road to the God of Wealth has officially entered the second stage, sending eggs.

The first stage is to directly send a lot of money, dreaming about it, and using such a large amount of money to attract a group of people who are the most loyal and believe in her.

They knew that Empress Fuyao really existed beside them, and that Empress Fuyao answered their prayers, and they were the black-robed believers who rushed to the front of Empress Fuyao.

When this group of people stabilized, Wang Xiaotai started the second stage, delivering eggs.

At this stage, those who follow Fuyao Empress get more petty profits, and Wang Xiaotai has no time to get in touch with all of them to dream. She just needs the power of their faith, so that she can get the godhead as soon as possible and officially become the God of Wealth.

Faced with the development of the situation, Wang Xiaotai also started her own sales promotion, and she built her own golden statue with a lot of money.

Changsheng worked with her to formulate this kind of golden statue made of secret gold. She asked Wang Xiaotai who she planned to sell this most exquisite golden statue to and how much she wanted to sell it for.

She also suggested that Wang Xiaotai lower the price of the golden statue, after all, not everyone has the ability to afford the golden statue.

Wang Xiaotai took her own golden statue, stroked the face on the statue that was clearly her own but always felt strange, and stroked the Guanyin mole on the statue, which was on the center of Fuyao Niangniang's brow, "Don't worry, sister, I will make arrangements for this golden statue." .”

"The pouring of secret gold can absorb the power of faith to the maximum extent. If it falls into the hands of ordinary mortals, it will be destroyed by fireworks. It's a pity. It will go where it should go."

Changsheng still remembered that Wang Xiaotai packed a hundred golden statues with great care. She originally thought that in this Peony City today, Wang Xiaotai would at least present one golden statue to open the eyes of the people, but she did not expect that Wang Xiaotai was still just Take out the wooden statue.

Chang Sheng had no idea what Wang Xiaotai was going to do next, she was just following behind her now, step by step.

It was already late at night when everything was over. After Wang Xiaotai and Li Hei explained a few words, they turned around and patted Changsheng, who was stunned to feel that he had been scorched by lightning, and smiled slightly, "Sister Changsheng, Let's go, go to the Fairy Selection, the money matter is temporarily settled."

On this night, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, everything is normal and the gods ignore it. A large amount of wealth is accumulated in countless fringe mountain cities, and the gate of the temple for the rich and unkind is broken by the angry people.

Idols were toppled and temples were trampled underfoot.

That night, countless wealth was escorted from different places to the same direction by men in black robes and black masks.

Qingfeng didn't know what happened that night, Mingyue didn't know, and neither did the gods.

The aloof gods don't know that their wealth has been stolen, and their power of faith has been usurped.

Maybe you know it, and you don't care.

　In the stage of primitive accumulation of capital, a large amount of wealth is obtained through various channels, and money can be used to make money in the later stage of development.There is a process from commodity export to capital export.

　　Now Xiaomo is still in the stage of violently accumulating capital. What she wants is to be quick, precise and ruthless. The more money, the more believers, and the more power of faith, the stronger she will be.

　　In the later stage, there is no need for such a violent method, the primitive accumulation of capital is completed, and the appearance of eating can be more elegant and beautiful.

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