The enlightenment of covering the sky starts with security guards

Chapter 9 Conspiracy
The third day of opening the store ended with a farcical fortune telling.

In this day, Mo Ling has gained a lot. Wei Daqiang alone has contributed more than 200 malicious points, and the increase is still rising.

The biggest contributor was the people eating melons in front of the store, either their resentment towards Mo Ling's nonsense or their disdain and ridicule for his actions, which also brought him a lot of gains, although not as much as Wei Daqiang. It’s a five-point increase, but it can’t handle the crowds.

Moreover, after some publicity by these melon-eating people, Mo Banxian's name spread throughout Qingfeng Town in less than half a day.

Of course, it is notoriety. Notoriety causes malice, the base of providing malicious values ​​becomes larger, and more malicious values ​​are harvested. In a virtuous circle, the malicious values ​​skyrocket.

On this day, Mo Ling felt like a breath of fresh air, looking at the rising maliciousness value. Isn't this exciting that comes from recommendation votes from all over the world? (Everyone, give me some help and hit me to death with collection and investment recommendations!)

Taking inventory at night, Mo Ling discovered to his surprise that his malice value directly exceeded a thousand. Calculated based on 0.1 per kilogram of sources, a thousand malice values ​​equaled ten thousand kilograms of sources. This is a small mountain. What a guy, he got rich overnight!

Sure enough, with the golden belt of murder and arson, you can make money quickly by doing bad things. The ancients will not deceive me!
This is the correct way to open the system, and his disgusting method is simply a genius idea.

When he read the introduction of the system, he already understood that this broken system was to let him do things, do things like crazy, harvest malicious points and become stronger.

However, in a world like Zhetian where killing people is like drinking water, making trouble is equivalent to putting oneself on the cusp of the storm. Especially when he is weak in the early stage, let alone the cusp of the storm, even if he is far away from the wind, a ray of breeze is enough to kill him. shred.

Thinking about some of the fans Mo Ling had seen in his previous life, they started to fight against the sky, the ground, and the air as soon as they stepped into Beidou. After fighting against the Ji family, they fought against the light. After fighting against the major holy places, they fought against the Forbidden Land Supreme. The fighter jets in the rooster are not as powerful as him. It's really like a heifer sitting on a rocket, and the cow is soaring to the sky!

This is just like writing a novel. In reality, let Mo Ling do this. To be honest, let alone the Holy Land, even some second-rate sects can let him know what cruelty is.

Like Mo Ling, he found a small town of mortals to live in and opened a fortune-telling shop to disgust others. After spending some money to spread his reputation, he could reap the evil points by sitting at home without much danger.

When the potential of this place is exhausted, he can do it again in the same way in another place. The cumulative effect will be enough for him to survive the difficult situation in the early stage, and then it will be time to enter the sight of major holy places.

Tonight, Mo Ling practiced happily while holding Yuan Yuan, who had just exchanged it and was still warm, while on the other side, in the Wei Mansion, the lights were brightly lit.

The rather gorgeous lobby was in a mess, with broken porcelain fragments all over the floor, and countless pieces of furniture lying crookedly on the ground.

In the lobby, two figures were equally embarrassed. One was Wei Daqiang, who was telling fortunes during the day. He had clearly visible scratches and teeth marks on his face, neck, and hands. The other was a woman with disheveled hair and beautiful clothes. The left side of her face was swollen. , with clearly visible tear marks.

Obviously, the couple had just finished their quarrel. In the store during the day, Wei Daqiang still remembered Mo Ling's flawed words. In addition, Wei Daqiang had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only vent all the depression in his chest on his wife.

Men would never tolerate such things at any time, especially someone with a bad temper like Wei Daqiang.

After the quarrel, Wei Daqiang finally calmed down. Now he was sitting on a chair, his face gloomy, and the hatred in his eyes could not be concealed.

His wife, Wang, had the same expression, her expression was hard to describe, and her eyes were fierce. After a while, she remembered something again, her eyes flashed, and she asked Wei Daqiang:
"It seems that my maternal cousin will come back tomorrow!"

Wei Daqiang raised his head, his eyes moved, and he hesitated:
"You mean the disciple who was valued by the Immortal of Lingxu Cave before?"

"That's him. I hugged him when he was young. Such a relationship is enough to make that cousin take action." "My cousin is a cultivator, a god-like figure. Killing a hairy It's much easier to kill a bastard than to crush an ant!"

Regarding Mo Ling, Wang could be said to have gritted her teeth and wanted to tear him into pieces.

However, Wei Daqiang did ask hesitantly:
"But are they willing to help us? After all, they are immortals. Can they care about such a trivial matter?"

"Trash, if it weren't for you, the trash, who can't handle it, do we need to ask for help? Besides, what's wrong with the immortal? How can the immortal ignore my cousin? If he doesn't care, I'll go to the Wang family and cry every day to see if he cares. !!”

Sure enough, the most poisonous woman has a heart, and it is definitely not a good thing to be hated by a woman. (This is just fiction entertainment, don’t let anyone beat me up! (Dog’s head saves life.jpg))
The Wang family is the largest family in Qingfeng Town. Their ancestors have been rooted here for generations. There are more than 200 households in Qingfeng Town, and at least one third of the thousands of people are related to the Wang family. They are real local snakes.

The reason why the Wang family is so stable is that there are three practitioners in the family.

Wang Wenhai, the ancestor of the Wang family and the grandfather of the current head of the family, now serves as an elder of the outer sect in Lingxu Cave and is a monk of Shenqiao; Wang Shouyuan, the brother of the head of the family, is a deacon of the outer sect and a monk of Mingquan.

As for Wang's cousin Wang He, he was extremely talented and was accepted as a disciple by an inner sect elder from Lingxu Cave. You must know that those who can become inner sect elders are at least great monks from the other side, or even from the Taoist palace realm.

As a result, the Wang family's position became more and more stable. In this small Qingfeng Town, no one dared to challenge its majesty.

Early the next morning, the fortune-telling shop opened early, but there was no customer until noon.

"There is a long way to go!"

Mo Ling shook his head and sighed.

There are thousands of people in Qingfeng Town, but the number of people who know Mo Banxian is no more than [-]. This is the result of Mo Ling's money, and the ones who can provide him with malicious points are only [-]. He still has a long way to go. Way to go.

Pedestrians passing by on the street pointed at the shop, but they were not very interested and quickly left.

Watching the leeks keep leaving, Mo Ling's heart ached. Moreover, today's malice value was beating very slowly. Sitting back and waiting for death was not his style, so he thought of a way.

After carrying the table from the small shop directly to the street and hanging the sign, Mo Ling started shouting.

"Take a look, take a look. Immortals tell fortunes. They are knowledgeable about the past and present. They can predict the future. They have magical calculations and can change your fate against the will of heaven. You are not allowed to refuse payment!"

Mo Ling's move had a remarkable effect. After a while, the stall was crowded with people. It is human nature to watch the excitement. Countless people began to discuss it. Some were curious, some were just watching the excitement, and some were trying to please others. Express disdain.

Isn't this the point where the malice is worth it?

　Why do I feel that the writing is a bit slow and the plot is a bit flat? Well, the next one should be written at a faster pace.

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