People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 6: Money moves people’s hearts, how little people survive

On the south side of the tribe, hundreds of lower gods lined up in a long queue, waiting for Lord Harland's inspection.

"Have you heard that Erski from the mountain tribe provoked some strong man? The god clone was killed on the spot. Now there is only one holy deity."

"Is this true? This Erski has offended many people because of his strength. Now that the god's clone has fallen, the days to come will be difficult for a small sanctuary."

Yongen stood in the middle of the queue and quietly listened to the gossip of these gods. As more and more people talked, Yongen also received a lot of messages, but most of them were about the fighting and death of someone.

Out of curiosity, Yongen kept turning around, counting the people in the queue like a child. It doesn't matter if you don't count them. If you count them, you'll be shocked.

"There were 1000 gods who entered the mountain, but only 723 came back." Yongen was confused. He had heard from his neighbors in the tribe more than once that there was no danger in collecting floating dew. But after personally participating, I found that that was not the case.

The mortality rate is close to 30%. Is this not dangerous? Sure enough, it was hell. The mortality rate of nearly 30% was considered extremely dangerous in the previous Blue Star life, but in Hell it was not considered a problem at all.

"This hell is really cruel." Yongen looked downcast. At this moment, he truly felt the cruelty of hell.

Although Yongen has long known that hell is a place where the strong die and the stronger live, but only by truly experiencing it can we understand the fragility and helplessness between life and death.

"This is hell! I must become a strong man and survive, for sure!" Yongen clenched his fists and secretly made an oath in his heart. Not long after, it was Yongen's turn to be tested.

"Yes, you can collect a drop of floating clear dew when you enter the floating mountains for the first time. Very good, very good. No, here are 20 ink stones. Please keep them." Harland said with a subtle expression, while holding the clear dew in one hand. Lu took out his jade bottle and handed the space ring and ink stone to Yong En.

"Thank you, sir!" Yongen bowed his head respectfully, and then quickly left. As he walked, he savored the changes in Haaland's expression, from expressionless to slightly surprised, and then to a little playful.

The 20 ink stones obtained by killing Arnold were lying quietly in the space ring, and Harland naturally had a clear view of them when he inspected the floating dew. Now it seems that Haaland may have evil intentions. 20 ink stones is a considerable amount of wealth for the average middle god.

"You really shouldn't take this ink stone!" In hell, it is also a sin to master wealth beyond your strength!

Although in the original work, Lin Lei and his team easily harvested hundreds and tens of millions of ink stones, those were Lin Lei and Beibei, powerful beings with coexisting strength and background. An ordinary low-level god can have tens of thousands of ink stones, which is already pretty good.

Yongen was secretly angry. The improvement in his strength made him a little complacent. He knew that he could not hide this wealth but still brought it back. Now we can only hope that Haaland will not do anything.

It was getting late, in a large mansion.

"Sir Larson, this time our Efeng Tribe has collected a total of 1543 drops of floating clear dew. It is much more than the Mountain Barbarian Tribe and the Black Xuan Tribe. Presumably the other tribes are far inferior to us." The silver-haired old man He said flatteringly to the Lord Qingpao in front of him.

"Huh, it's natural that there are more than other tribes. Harald, you have to choose the entourage that will go to Tianfeng City tomorrow to sell floating dew, and don't make any mistakes, otherwise huh."

"Yes, Mr. Larson, that little man will take his leave first." Harland was very respectful and then left the mansion.

After walking out of the mansion, Harland looked gloomy. He took out a page of paper and wrote a few names and handed it to the guarding lower god, "Then Yongen and Hammer are just small lower gods, but they actually own hundreds of thousands of ink stones." , I classified them as my entourage. Those who know their faces, I will keep them safe. If they don’t, don’t blame me.” On the other side, Yong’en, ​​who had just returned to his residence, looked worried. Obviously, he was still worried about this windfall.

Although he might not be in trouble within the tribe, since Harland can become the talker of the floating Qinglu, there must be a reasonable way to force Yongen to take the initiative to step out of the tribe. By then, his situation will be dangerous. .

"What should I do?" Yongen fell into deep thought. In the past 20 years, he had thought about being killed by enemies and tortured by strong men, but he had never thought of such an embarrassing situation.

Originally, he thought hell was only about fighting and killing, but now it seems that it is all about human nature!

"Otherwise, I might as well just give the 20 ink stones to Harland. I'm afraid that Harland doesn't mean it." The idea of ​​​​losing money to avoid disaster appeared out of thin air, but Yongen was unwilling to do so.

It's not that he is reluctant to part with a mere 20 ink stones, because he knows that for the truly strong, wealth is measured in hundreds of millions.

But it would be too humiliating for someone else to just show a little playfulness and then surrender directly. If Haaland really means this, then some trouble can be avoided. If not, it would be really embarrassing.

"Yongen, open the door quickly!" Just when Yongen was in a dilemma, a slightly impatient knock on the door sounded.

"Who are you?" Yongen opened the door and was greeted by another unfamiliar face.

"Haha, Yongen, that's a good thing. Lord Harland has appointed you as an entourage for the metal being who will go to Tianfeng City tomorrow. This is a rare good thing in the tribe. After all, he wants to go to Tianfeng City by metal life on weekdays. Not to mention the cost of inkstone, the safety is not guaranteed that much." The strange man said enviously, but it didn't feel right in Yongen's eyes.

"Haaland is so impatient for taking action so quickly! It seems that the only choice is to give the ink stone to this bastard. I'm so damn unwilling!" Yongen smashed the black jade table with his fist because it was too much. The angry face looks a bit ferocious.

"Strength! After all, I have no strength! If I were a high-level god, no, even a mid-level god, Harland would not dare to do this to me!" Yongen growled unwillingly.

Although Yongen is the strongest among the lower gods, even the weakest middle god can probably kill him easily.

After all, the four major rules of cultivation are not like the laws of elements, which can integrate mysteries at any time. There is no way to increase the amplitude of one's own strength a thousand times when he is a middle or lower god. Naturally, he does not have the ability to fight beyond the level.

If you don't have enough strength, you have to live in an ignoble existence. This is the way for little people to survive.

Yongen vented for a while, and his breathing gradually became smoother. When he was almost completely calm, he went out and asked around for Harland's address.

An hour later, outside Haaland's residence. Yongen breathed out and knocked on the door gently: "Master Harland, Yongen is here to visit."

(End of this chapter)