undead warrior

Chapter 109 Dragon blood ginseng

"What's the matter? Do you have to talk about it here?"

When no one else was present, Mo Wentian also became more casual, took a trip to Ruanba, Leng Baimei put down her pipe and said, "The tomb of the gods discovered this time is not simple."

Mo Wentian replied lazily, "Which one of the things that can be handed down from ancient times can be simple?"

"I'm telling you the business, the outside is so dangerous, let alone the inside, I found this in the destroyed stone statue."

A star object was thrown over, and Mo Wentian caught it casually, immediately attracting attention.It was a metal ball full of runes, but there were some cracks. Even Mo Wentian couldn't recognize those runes. This is the perfect combination of refining and formation.

"This is the puppet ball, the pinnacle of ancient weapon refining. If you can study it thoroughly, you can have an endless army."

After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he put it away, Leng Baimei still had some, she didn't stop her, but continued.

"I always feel that this is not a mausoleum, but a large sealing formation. If it is opened, there will be accidents. Moreover, how can there be a map left in the tomb of the gods, and it is unreasonable for people to dig the tomb to obtain inheritance. More importantly, , don’t you think it’s a bit too coincidental to collect the treasure map so quickly?”

"It doesn't matter!"

Mo Wentian still looked like he was so pissed off that people didn't pay for his life. Then he felt the fragrant wind blowing, and a person sat next to him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Leng Baimei sat down first, then lay down again, and squeezed herself in. .

"Hey, this is the palace, don't mess around!" Mo Wentian warned.

Leng Baimei gave him a coquettish look, "I miss you too much, but I feel more comfortable lying next to you."

After finishing speaking, he pinched his face lightly, "As long as you don't go in, it doesn't matter. Listen to me, it's definitely dangerous inside."

There was deep concern in the words, Mo Wentian casually put his hand on her waist, "There are many dangerous places in the world, if you don't go because you are afraid of danger, you will lose the heart of the brave and become more and more dangerous." The more timid you are."

"Didn't they care about you?" Leng Baimei beat Mo Wentian's chest with her hand, as if she was acting like a spoiled child.

"I didn't go for the inheritance of the gods and war spirits, but to kill people."

Leng Baimei was taken aback, "Is there your enemy inside?"

"I have a grudge against the entire empire."

"Then it's better to say, you just join our devil's side."

"Ha ha!"

Mo Wentian laughed and sat up, then stepped over Leng Baimei's delicate body and got off the soft couch, and said to her, "You underestimate me, this world can't tolerate me, thank you for your concern..."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and left. Although Leng Baimei's concern didn't make him change his mind, he was very comfortable in his heart, but it was this kind of feeling that made him feel weird, and it was better to leave.

On the way out, he passed by a dowry girl of Princess Jiaoyue, and stuffed a handkerchief into his bosom, and there was someone not far away, so Mo Wentian had no choice but to stuff it into his sleeve.

The carriage was waiting when he got out, but the captain of the female devil's guard did not follow, so he took it out to watch. He couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it, and saw the three words "Missing Lord" embroidered on the handkerchief.

"Can the bug mother hear you?"

One by one eager to throw themselves into their arms, Mo Wentian couldn't take it anymore, so he tried to contact the worm mother.

There was a soft beep in his head, which meant that the worm mother heard it, and Mo Wentian whispered again, "Can you take back the heart worms in their four brains?"

What made Mo Wentian depressed was that although he heard another soft beep, he couldn't understand whether it was possible or not.

"Well, if you can't take it back, then cancel their love for me, restore their normal feelings, and only keep their loyalty to me."

There was still a whisper in his head, Mo Wentian was completely helpless, he simply stopped thinking about the mother worm, and his consciousness entered the storage ring on his right hand.

That storage ring was taken from the insect master at the beginning. Mo Wentian never dared to touch the contents inside. His consciousness penetrated into it to find books about controlling insects. Unfortunately, the insect master relies on his talent to control insects. For anything like skills, except for a small amount of money and sundries in the storage ring, there are only bottles and jars, and except for insect eggs, they are sealed sleeping insects.

This was the case the last time I checked, Mo Wentian did not give up and checked again, but there were still no books on exercises, so he had no choice but to give up.

It is so difficult to accept some normal subordinates!
I returned to the residence with a sigh in my heart. It didn't take long for other humans to return one after another, but each of them had a bad expression. More than ten people could never come back, and they had become decorations on the walls of the death match.

After a night of nothing, when he got up early the next morning, Mo Wentian received a fellowship token, and other people also had it. He could use it to move around the city at will. The devil guarantees their safety, provided they don't go out of the city and don't take the initiative to cause trouble.

When he entered the city, Mo Wentian saw the branch of Wancaotang, but the shopkeeper there was also a devil, and he went out of the city alone to stroll on the street with nothing to do.

It’s not that there are no human beings in the city, but most of them are slaves. They wear ragged clothes and shackles, doing the dirtiest and heaviest work. The only valuable thing on their bodies is probably the evil spirit beads hanging around their necks. If they make mistakes, Pull the bead, and it won't take long for it to become a corpse.

Those human slaves looked enviously at Mo Wentian, who was well-dressed and could walk freely. The devil pointed curiously. Mo Wentian's pass token was hung on his waist. Dare to take the initiative to offend him.

All the way to Wancaotang safely, the people inside were also stunned, but the demon shopkeeper was not very friendly to humans, so he immediately scolded.

"Why do lowly humans come in? Get out quickly, don't affect my business."

He is the shopkeeper, he has the right to sell the goods to whoever he doesn't sell to, even if Mo Wentian has a pass token.

Mo Wentian directly took out the iron scroll of the alchemy book, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, his brow was sweating, if his disrespectful words to the alchemist spread to the headquarters, he, the shopkeeper, would end up sitting down.

I hope it's not a high-grade alchemist, but an alchemist apprentice!
With the last sliver of fantasy, he watched closely, almost collapsed to the ground, and hurriedly wailed and begged for mercy, "Master, damn the villain, I really don't know your identity."

"Your Majesty!"

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, under the surprised eyes of the people, the demon shopkeeper knelt down tremblingly, and Mo Wentian stepped on his face.

"I'm using the word lowly on human beings, and I'll kill you alive."

The devil's shopkeeper didn't dare to resist, and kept his movements obediently. Mo Wentian withdrew his foot, and his nose collapsed.

"Give me the best medicinal herb in the store, and let this matter go, or you can wait to become a slave."

The shopkeeper of the devil scrambled and crawled into the back warehouse. As long as Mo Wentian spent money to buy it, he really didn't dare not give it. If he went to the headquarters to make a complaint, he would sell himself to Wancaotang. Despicable slave.

To Mo Wentian's surprise, there are really good things here. Apart from some fourth- and fifth-grade medicinal herbs, there are also a few sixth-grade medicinal herbs. In order to please him, the demon shopkeeper sold them illegally.

"Master, I still have a strain of ginseng, which cannot be graded, do you want it?"

In the VIP room, the shopkeeper Moren asked in a low voice, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, ginseng is only a big category, and it can be subdivided into hundreds of categories, so he nodded immediately.

He took out a jade box and carefully placed it on the table. When the jade box was opened, a bloody smell came out.

This is a blood-red ginseng, but it is wrapped with golden threads. These golden threads are not added later, but the color of natural growth.

"This blood ginseng was accidentally dug up from the endless swamp by a demon. I bought it at a low price, but I don't understand what's going on with these golden threads."

"This is the golden thread blood ginseng, which is one grade higher than ordinary blood ginseng. I bought it."

After speaking, a spiritual power stone popped out of Mo Wentian's hand, and seeing that it was the shopkeeper of the middle-grade spiritual energy stone, he quickly caught it, his eyes lit up, and he made a hundred times in a blink of an eye.

Then he said anxiously, "My lord, can I have a discussion."

"Are you afraid that I will report that you sold me illegally? Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. If Danmeng finds out, these herbs will be recovered."

"That's good, that's good!"

The shopkeeper Moren was relieved, and what made him feel even more at ease was that, if Mo Wentian didn't say anything, the money from the sale would be stolen by him without having to hand it over.

Both parties were very happy, and the shopkeeper of the devil sent Mo Wentian out respectfully amidst people's astonished eyes.

Mo Wentian's expression was always calm, he went out and continued to walk slowly, but his footsteps became faster and faster, and after a while he turned into a small alley, he couldn't help but clenched his fists hard, his face was full of ecstasy, and he Almost laughed out loud.

The ginseng just now is not a golden thread blood ginseng at all, and it doesn't have this name at all. Mo Wentian once saw it in an ancient book. This thing is extremely rare. It is called dragon blood ginseng. Gold threads will be produced on the surface.

The higher the level of dragon blood, the more golden threads there are. Seeing that the blood ginseng is no smaller than a thousand years old, and there are many golden threads on it, it may be watered by real dragon blood, not a hybrid demon dragon.This means that this blood ginseng is at least a ninth-grade medicinal herb, and its value is immeasurable!
Mo Wentian was in a very happy mood when he could meet treasures of heaven and earth while shopping, the only pity was that he didn't have matching herbs to make alchemy together.But it doesn't matter, the herbs that can be matched by this kind of thing are as rare as they are, and swallowing slices is the same. It is an excellent thing for improving physical fitness and tempering muscles and bones.

Today's Mo Wentian's body surface skin has long been able to withstand ordinary swords and swords, and now it can go one step further.What's even more commendable is that blood ginseng can increase the resistance of internal organs, and dragon blood ginseng is even more rare.

"Haha, this tender meat is enough to be stewed in a pot!"

A sneer came, and the good mood was ruined. Mo Wentian turned his head and looked. The entrance of the alley was blocked by four demons at some point, and the other end was a dead end, full of sundries and rubbish.

The clothes of the four people are slightly different from those of the residents in the city. Their leather armor is a bit tattered and covered with scratches. It looks like they often fight, and they also look very fierce. They should often live in the wild, ignoring the passing around Mo Wentian's waist. token.

"Boy, hand over the storage ring, and we will spare your life. If you don't kill you, we will escape from the city and no one will be able to catch you."

The leader of the devil threatened again. It turned out that he was robbed. He only blamed himself for running into a dead end and let them see the opportunity. If they were on the street, they would definitely not dare.

Mo Wentian laughed, he didn't expect that he would be robbed by someone, so he didn't bother to talk much, the Suiyue knife stuck out from his palm, and rushed over.

(End of this chapter)