Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

Chapter 315 The salvation plan and the author’s beep
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Mu Bowen suddenly looked at the chaotic venue.

An old man wearing a purple robe and a Yama mask strangled Zhang Qian's throat and raised his mask to signal Mu Bowen.

Then, he watched helplessly as Zhang Qian was taken away by a group of men in black robes and masks.

Mu Bowen's left hand was wrapped with Yin Qi, and the terrifying Yin Qi stretched the skinny left hand until the veins were exposed, making it look quite penetrating.

He punched Li Yang.

"boom!"

The entire host stage was destroyed by the blast. Li Yang and all the hunters were blown away. Their ears were ringing and their brains were dizzy.

When Mu Bowen caught up, a dozen men in black robes and masks were standing at the entrance of the cave, their hands showing a halo of supernatural powers.

The cave door was closed again.

When Mu Bowen broke through the mountain, Zhang Qian and others had disappeared.

Mu Bowen counted with his fingers and frowned deeply:

"There are experts in arithmetic. It seems that someone has laid out the plan for me."

Mu Bowen calculated again and then flew towards the sky.

In the cave, Li Yang stood up in a daze and patted his head.

Mu Bowen and the group of traitors were no longer visible at the scene.

This is the first time I have failed in my mission.

Was the failure caused by the external influence of S-level?
Failure is failure, and he never makes excuses for himself.

Li Yang became angry and pointed at the guests in the venue who had not had time to disperse and shouted:

"Leave no one behind!"

The murderous aura of the soul hunters suddenly spread throughout the venue.

The smell of blood lingered, and screams echoed.

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At the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Four iron huts make up this warehouse.

The windows everywhere were blocked by iron sheets and guardrails, making it airtight.

Zhang Qian was tied to a pillar by Wuhua Da.

She woke up leisurely.

I don't know why she suddenly fainted just now.

Zhang Qian tried to mobilize her spirituality, but the sudden tingling sensation in the sea of ​​consciousness made her give up her struggle.

She took in her surroundings.

There were five men in black robes and masks in front of him, including the old immortal.

They were discussing, not shying away from Zhang Qian at all.

Someone grabbed his hair in pain:

"The green snake is dead, the yellow monkey is dead, the white tiger is dead, the red dragon is dead, they are all dead."

Someone angrily said:
“It’s all worth it for the plan!”

The old immortal looked at the hunters who were following him.

There were originally dozens of people, but many people were lost trying to avoid the hunter guild's search. Now there are only four people left with him.

He sighed:

"It's my fault. I really didn't expect [Starving Ghost] and [Personnel Department] to be so strong.

I thought the Great Elder of Worshiping Moon Gate would kill the [Personnel Department] hunters and we could take the opportunity to evacuate. "

The previous host huddled in the corner and hugged his body tightly:

"Will we die too?"

A woman in black robe with tears on her face murmured:
"The green snake is dead, the green snake is dead, we shouldn't get involved.

We are just a group of ordinary people, how can we be so capable of caring for others? "

A strong man wearing a pig head mask shouted angrily:

"You've already made it this far, what's the use of regretting it!"

The old immortal sighed again and looked at the devil fruit in his hand:
"Yes, the arrow has been sent out, we can't stop it."

Everyone was silent.

Offended Mu Bowen, offended the Hunter Guild.

If they stop, how can they survive in this world?

The old immortal slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Qian:
"Stop pretending, I know you're awake."

Zhang Qian still had her eyes closed.

The old immortal smiled mockingly:
"The old man knows how much he weighs. It's impossible for my powers to make you sleep for such a long time."

Zhang Qian curled her lips and opened her eyes:
"Who are you guys?"

Elder Xian stood up and walked to Zhang Qian:
"We are a people who want peace."

The people in black robes and masks became solemn.

Zhang Qian let out a series of sarcastic laughs.

People in black robes and masks glared at Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian looked at them teasingly:

"For peace?
Are you primary school students?
Or do you think I'm a primary school student?
There was such a big commotion and so many people died. Do you think it was for peace?
You are hunters, you should know that many people will die in this auction, right?
You are just a bunch of brainless careerists.

You tricked the guests you invited to death for some purpose.

And then use the guise of 'for peace' to cover up your fears.

When you are killed by the president, you won't shout something like "I died for peace", right? "

Zhang Qian's words can't be said to be heartbreaking.

Elder Xian looked at Zhang Qian seriously:
"We are a bunch of cowards, what about you?"

Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment:
"What do you mean?" Elder Xian looked directly at Zhang Qian with sharp eyes:
"Worship the Master of the Moon Sect? The world respectfully addresses him as the Holy Master.

I would like to ask you, you have a lot of resources, and what contribution have you made to world peace?
The chiefs of the Public Security Bureau and the leaders of the sects all think that they are above ordinary people.

May I ask, what contribution have they made to the world?
You hold most of the world's resources, and you enjoy the awe of the world. What have you done for the world? "

Zhang Qian was speechless for a moment.

How does she know this question?

Generations of the Zhang family have been pursuing wealth, while Baiyuemen is pursuing power.

She herself joined the guild in pursuit of power.

Who would consider those ordinary people?
The old immortal chuckled:
“Monsters are raging in the world, but you people who bear the expectations of the world are chasing fame and fortune!

Laoshizi Holy Land! Laoshizi Public Security Bureau!

You always say that we are ordinary people, ordinary people.

But what about you? Even more filthy than a common villain!

You have so much power and don't care about the world, why not give me your power! "

Zhang Qian raised her eyebrows and gave him her power?
How to give?
Why can he take it?
A transparent flame appeared in the old immortal's hand, like a pure soul.

[Lingling Fruit: C level]

[Consume spirituality and master the mysteries of the soul. 】

He murmured:

“I would like to thank the president for giving me this power.

Just wait, wait for the old ghost from the Moon Worship Gate to come and rescue you.

Just wait, wait for the demon-level hunter from the Hunter Guild to kill me.

Everything will be settled.

I will obtain the powerful power of S level, and I will save the world like a real god.

As for the president. . . . He will have to stay in seclusion for at least ten years!
Ten years is enough. "

Zhang Qian's eyes widened in shock.

Capture S-level power?
What kind of devil fruit did this old man get?

The old immortal looked directly at Zhang Qian, his eyes twinkling:

"I worked so hard just for the moment when the two S-rankers appeared!
I will become a new legend! "

Zhang Qian couldn't help but admire these ants.

A group of C-level people actually wanted to plot against the two superpowers and the S-level.

She didn't think that the immortal would definitely fail.

Each of the Guild Master's Devil Fruits can develop unpredictable abilities.

Who knows what kind of power this old immortal got?
What if we can really seize S-level power?
She said quietly:

"You can't succeed.

Because Mu Bowen won't save me. "

Doesn’t she still know who Mu Bowen is?

In a moment of anger, he killed the evil man who killed his own nephew.

Mu Bo is a mature scholar. Wouldn't he have guessed that there is a trap waiting for him here?

How could he risk saving himself?

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Friends who are members may ask: "Are you so lazy, author? Wouldn't you publish a separate chapter with words like 'The author forced a few sentences'? Aren't you affecting our reading experience?!"

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Many friends said:

"The Hunter Guild doesn't have enough control!"

"What the hell! It took so long to write about this rubbish Immortal Auction? Are you an idiot, the author?"

"It would be nice if this kind of supporting character just died!"

"Are you counting words?"

"Did you deliberately break the text? Did you break the Holy Body?"

Let’s talk about this a little bit.

I think the part about banishing the immortal auction house to the immortal is very important. Although he is scheming against the protagonist and Mu Bowen, the real fisherman is definitely not him. We are not a person who abuses his master.

I just wanted to add something special to this book, such as the struggle of little people in powerful and troubled times.

I really didn’t have any water, and I didn’t deliberately break the chapter, I just happened to get to the plot.

Let’s not write about this plot, I don’t have enough words for one chapter.

(The website requires a chapter of 2000, and I myself require a chapter of more than 2200. Many chapters are 3000 words. Because this book is very special, sometimes a few hundred words will be deleted after writing words.)
Let’s write this chapter. We can’t write out all the plot for the next day, otherwise the chapter construction will be wrong.

If it’s really uncomfortable for everyone, I’ll add more updates. What a big deal.

Many people say that the author is not dedicated and always writes useless plots.

This is really an injustice to me! ! !
I have been updating it constantly. I have never asked for a day off since writing this book. I have saved more than 20 leave notes and I have never used them. I am very dedicated!
It takes me about four hours to write a chapter. One chapter has more than 2,000 words and I often delete and rewrite it.

Many of those useless plots are foreshadowing. Maybe one day in the future, when you read a certain chapter, you will think, 'Ah, this matches the previous timeline. '

If you think about it, the biggest foreshadowing in this book so far is [S-class hacker] and [S-class farmer].

Even if these two abilities are really of little use, why are the protagonist and Sumanman not known and taken seriously in a world where S-level is extremely rare?

Why is there no impression of S-level life talents in the entire world? Does this world only have S-level life talents in Nanhai?

According to the settings, there are definitely more life talents than combat talents, so where are those S-level life talents?
Was that really written randomly by the author?

This book has been low-key from the beginning, choosing readers with high tolerance, because this is my writing style. Many unreasonable things are explained later. I don’t want to spoil anything in the front, and I don’t want to be 100% God-like. perspective.

For example, why are there no extraordinary plants in this world? Isn't there a hole to be filled in later?

So what I want to say is, please believe in the author. . . . . .

My writing style and coolness are definitely not as good as others, but I will never disrespect this book, let alone the readers who gave it a chance to write stories.

Be grateful, thank you.

The author will never update, will never mislead, and will never lie.

(End of this chapter)