Unlimited employment

Chapter 41 Zhang Shou (New World)

Chen Sheng was very proactive and would do whatever he wanted to do immediately.

He immediately slapped Wu Guang to death with a palm, used his true energy to draw out the other's confused soul, and threw it into the body of a mouse.

The mouse was locked in an iron box, and a small hole was poked in the box with a finger. The smart rat was asked to watch over it and feed it regularly to ensure that it would not starve to death, while also being alert to any abnormalities in it.

As a psychic beast, the spirit rat communicates with Chen Sheng by sensing the fluctuations of his soul. There will definitely be no mistakes if it is asked to guard.

Next.

After Chen Sheng disposed of the corpse in the cave, he lay on the bed, sorted out his Taoist memories in his mind, and activated [His Reincarnation].

A wisp of will separated from the soul and turned into a Yama insect. It avoided the direction of the fetal membrane of the world where Fu Fengzi was, bit out a new insect eye and escaped into the void.

"Identical beings from all realms, I need to find a fruit that can only accommodate a third-order cultivation level at most, and only exists in the path of life cultivation."

Chen Sheng repeated this several times in his mind, and the instinct of the insect Jambu immediately gave him a mysterious sense of connection.

Following the guidance of the voice in his heart, he flew towards a fruit not far away at the speed of light.

……

Ice cold! Shake!
As soon as Chen Sheng opened his eyes from the rumbling sound of horse hooves that shook the earth, he found a hole in his chest.

The cold wind rushed into his lungs through the coin-sized wound, making a sharp whistle.

Just as he was absorbing the memories in his mind, trying to figure out where he was.

Boom!
A head with half of its skull missing suddenly fell on the snow, rolled in front of him, and stopped on its head.

hiss--

At the moment when the eyes of the living and the dead met, Chen Sheng's pupils shrank and he turned over and sat up.

Looking around, he saw a small fort built on the plain.

At this time, the gate of the fort was wide open, and under a large peach tree beside the gate, dozens of corpses covered with a thin layer of snow were scattered around.

Deep in the fort, one could faintly hear the cries of women and children and the unbridled laughter of men.

On the official road covered with snow, the team of cavalry who had just left their heads behind was moving away quickly.

Chen Sheng struggled to sit up from the pile of corpses, looked at the heavy snow falling in the gloomy sky, the vast land, and the occasional bits of new green in the wheat fields not far away, and exhaled a breath of white air.

"Yanhan, the first year of Xiping, Jizhou, Julu County, Pingxiang County, Qianshou Zhangshou, my origin in this Yambu fruit is still not very high."

In just a short moment, Chen Sheng had digested and absorbed the memories in his mind and understood his current situation.

Zhang Shou lived in a world where the imperial court was corrupt, civil unrest was frequent, natural disasters and man-made disasters were constant, and the lives of ordinary people were difficult.

In the palace, the emperor sold official positions and titles at fixed prices;

At court, relatives of the emperor's wife and eunuchs took turns in controlling military and political power. Frequent fighting and bloodshed led to frequent changes in orders and chaotic governance.

At the local level, officials tried every possible means to double the money they had spent on buying official positions, constantly increasing taxes, causing the people to lose their homes and homes, and causing widespread resentment.
At the border, due to lack of money and food, the army's control over the territory began to weaken, and foreign races often took the opportunity to invade.

The ones who massacred the fort where Zhang Shou was located were a cavalry unit of the Wuhuan tribe on the grassland.

They often crossed the Yanshan Mountains and went south to plunder the Yan and Ji areas.

Although in Zhang Shou's memory, the Wuhuan tribe usually only raided the valleys in the northern part of Jizhou, he had never heard of them going deep into the central part of Jizhou to plunder like they did today.

But now the fort has been breached, and it is no use dwelling on these things. The most important thing now is to think about what to do next?

This is a Yambu fruit that only exists in the practice of life. As long as Chen Sheng is given enough time, he can easily make a fortune by pretending to be a god with the Taoist art of "Mastering the Five Thunders".

sizzle-

Chen Sheng was sitting among the corpses, contemplating the future and breathing heavily to regain his strength, when he suddenly heard footsteps treading in the snow. With a hole in his chest, he was completely helpless. Faced with this sudden change, he could only grab a broken sickle and lie back down among the corpses, pretending to be dead.

"Hurry up, I want to get back to my warm house as soon as possible to eat wheat rice, chew roasted lamb, drink sorghum wine, and sleep with beautiful women."

"I know. No one wants to be out here in the cold, searching through these frozen corpses."

"How much food and women can we get from raiding the Grass Valley this time?"

"I don't want women. They either cry all day or waste food. I want a set of cowhide leather armor."

A Wuhuan centurion led his three soldiers to the outside of the fort and began to strip the clothes off the corpses and collect the spoils.

Even in the relatively productive farming plains, a piece of clothing is precious, not to mention the grasslands where supplies are scarce.

These Wuhuan people will not let go of anything valuable in the fort.

Like locusts, they would steal anything they could carry and burn down any houses they couldn't carry away.

Time passes slowly.

Chen Sheng stared with empty eyes at the snowflakes flying in the sky, listening to the footsteps of the Wuhuan soldiers gradually separating and dispersing in all directions of the pile of corpses.

Among them, there was a person walking towards him.

Five steps!

Four steps!

Three steps!

It’s getting closer and closer. If this person takes two more steps forward, his sickle will be able to cut his neck and kill him first.

If I don't seize this opportunity, even if I succeed in pretending to be dead, once these people strip me of my clothes, I will just have to lie in the snow and wait for death.

But out of the corner of Chen Sheng's eye, he saw that the Wuhuan soldier stopped two steps away, pulled the rope around his waist, and took out an object that expanded with heat and contracted with cold, and he actually intended to urinate on his leg.

"Damn, how can you be so uneducated!"

Chen Sheng cursed in his heart and raised his hand to make a stroke.

Without even a sound or a spurt of blood, the Wuhuan soldier's water discharge tool fell into the snow.

He was stunned for several breaths before he showed a look of pain on his face and curled up and squatted down.

呲——

This height allowed the sickle to smoothly cut through the neck, causing large amounts of blood to spurt out from the ruptured carotid artery.

"Taqiuju!"

A roar was heard outside the fort.

The other Wuhuan soldier who was closest to here witnessed the death of his companion, drew a scimitar from his waist, rushed towards Chen Sheng, leaned over and stabbed him with the knife.

Unfortunately, he is just a farmer.

At the critical moment, Chen Sheng seized the opportunity and kicked him on the calf, knocking him to the ground covered with snow.

Before the dazed Wuhuan soldier could come to his senses, Chen Sheng had already snatched the scimitar from his hand and stabbed it into his neck.

呲——

Hot blood splattered on the snow, a white knife pierced into the neck, and a red knife emerged from the back of the neck.

This person died on the spot!

(End of this chapter)