People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

"No, no, no!"

Seeing his boss about to chop off his rattlesnake-bitten leg with a kukri, the unfortunate Freud, despite having the name of a wise man, couldn't help but tremble as he put down his hand.

"Boss, boss, listen to me!"

"I can still be saved, and besides, my snake bite is a good opportunity for you!"

The junior leader was somewhat helpless; with this one slash, he had lost another trusted member of the Colombian gang.

Regardless of what happens in the future, Floyd is still his subordinate for now.

We can't just stand by and watch him die here!

So he whispered, "Fool, if I cut off your leg now, you'll only lose a leg."

If you don't cut it, you will lose your life!

"In order to sneak into this peaceful town, we parked our car five or six kilometers away."

In order to avoid revealing our intention to infiltrate, we walked these few kilometers.

It will take us an hour to walk back, and if we carry you, it will take at least an hour and a half.

Even if we were willing to spend a lot of money to call an ambulance, it would take at least an hour to get here from Los Angeles, and that's assuming they brought serum.

If you didn't bring it, you'll need an ambulance to take you to the hospital for emergency treatment, which will take more than an hour.

An hour is enough time for the venom of those three South Pacific rattlesnakes to invade all your internal organs.

At that point, it won't be a question of whether or not the leg needs to be amputated, but whether or not the life will still exist!

Think again about the venom dosage of three rattlesnakes!

The leader wasn't showing any kindness or treating his brothers like siblings; besides Freud, who had been bitten by a snake, he had three other underlings.

If there's no one around but him and Floyd, what's there to hesitate about in this situation?

I would have gotten rid of him with a single shot long ago!

Now, the leader had no choice but to patiently explain that only by cutting off the leg bitten by the three rattlesnakes could the venom be prevented from entering the heart and endangering the life.

The gang leader's menacing gleaming kukri, poised to strike, terrified Freud.

It must be said that the name might actually have an effect; in his fear, Freud did come up with a solution.

He quickly shouted, "Boss, boss, I can still be saved! I don't need my leg cut off!"

That Eastern priest has a car; they have cars there!

Ok?

The junior leader was confused: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

He has a car. Do you expect me to go in and steal one for you so I can take you to the hospital?

Do you think it's possible?

Whether it was his imagination or not, Freud felt his legs getting number and number, and he felt like he was being bitten by three rattlesnakes!

If you don't get yourself to the hospital soon, you'll die!

Fortunately, the idea he had just come up with was quite feasible.

"Boss, boss, he's a priest, Father Dongfang is also a priest!"

It emphasizes compassion and love for all people.

Send Joey to him and tell him we were just passing by and got bitten by a snake!

Ask them to help send a car to take Joey and me to the hospital for serum injections.

That's how the opportunity came!

The foreman seemed to understand, but not entirely: "Continue!"

Despite the life-threatening situation, Freud spoke quickly: "It's like this, according to the intelligence we gathered a couple of days ago, the only person currently appearing in front of us with Father Dongfang's group is his friend."

The others are the homeless people who walked more than 60 kilometers from Los Angeles to get here today.

Those homeless people are fine.

They have no influence on any of our plans.

But Father Dongfang and his friends have guns, and what we need to do is not to clash with them, but to investigate the source of that new enhancer.

Or the recipe!

If, I mean if…”

Floyd swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming with confidence—confidence in his plans: "According to our intelligence, Father Dongfang and his friends have been traveling between Los Angeles and this abandoned mining town in a single car these days."

If a traveler is bitten by a snake and is in critical condition, they would come to your door just to ask you to drive them to the hospital.

I'm willing to pay $300, even $400 or $500, as long as they can get me to the hospital for serum as soon as possible.

He looked at the leader: "If the news is true, there are actually only two people in their group."

So, if someone drives me and Joey to the hospital, the only person left in Peaceful Town will be someone with a gun.

In that case, boss, it will be much easier for you and the other two to infiltrate.

Moreover, with so many homeless people coming, there will definitely be expenses tomorrow.

So nighttime is very likely when they make or transport that new type of enhancer.

Doing things together is different from doing them alone. When you're alone, it's easier to get flustered and let your guard down.

This is a good thing for us!

No?

If the Eastern priest and his friend were worried about safety, they would take Joey and me to the hospital together.

Wouldn't that make it easier for the three of you to sneak in and find out what's going on inside?

This way, I can be saved, and you can complete the boss's mission!

So the great terror between life and death forced even someone like Freud to start using his brain, and his ideas were quite good, at least that's what the small-time leader thought.

He agreed to Floyd's plan. Joey handed the pistol to the leader, rubbed his face with his hands, ruffled his hair to make it messier, then turned on the flashlight on his phone and ran wildly along the road into the peaceful town.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"I need a car, I need a car to save my life!"

It has to be said that life is tough and you have to rely on acting skills, especially for those in gangs. Just fighting and killing isn't enough; you have to learn to act!

They will act as ruthless people in society, obedient people in front of bosses, lackeys in front of their sugar daddies, good people in front of the police, and pitiful people forced into helplessness.

Therefore, every successful scoundrel succeeds because they are good at acting.

The reason Freud specifically mentioned Joey was because he knew Joey could talk to anyone, regardless of their social status.

And most importantly, people actually believe it when you tell them!

This is a talent that the others do not possess.

Is Ping'an Town big?

Not big!

Is it small?

It's not small either, 580 acres of land, which translates to at least 3,500 mu in China.

It's a very large area!

But in the quiet of the night, a shout can travel very far in an instant.

……

Inside the peaceful town.

Just after signing the homestead rental contracts for each household and the long-term rental contracts for five mu of agricultural land for each person with his first batch of believers, a system notification sounded in Chen Ping'an's mind at the right time.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for carefully considering and providing suitable protection and benefits to the recruited refugees. The conditions have been met and the mission is complete: Upgrade the Town]

Task Reward: The document announcing the upgrade of Ping'an Town to a formal town has been sent to your inventory.

The document grants the host the right to appoint the town mayor and other officials, including the sheriff of Ping'an Town.

Possessing the power of a town's lord, and using this as a foundation, grants a +15 increase to one's fortune. Claim it now?

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know what use these fifteen lucks were, since the system valued them so much, what was he waiting for?

"Claim your luck reward!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, your luck has increased by 15]

[Ding! The host's own luck plus the territory's luck has exceeded one hundred and fifty, making him the chosen one of the territory!]

Two Yellow Turban Warriors are hereby awarded as a special reward, tasked with the duties of listening to the wind and smelling the fragrance. The host may choose to bestow these titles upon them!

A surge of information quickly entered his mind, letting Chen Ping'an know what use the two Yellow Turban Warrior positions he was rewarded with by the system for having a luck level of over 150.

In particular, what does "listening to the wind" and "smelling the fragrance" mean?

As the name suggests, "listening to the wind" means having very sensitive ears, able to hear sounds from a great distance, much farther than ordinary people, and even much farther than cats and dogs.

The same goes for smelling; their sense of smell becomes much more sensitive, allowing them to detect danger, traces, and track, just like hunting dogs and police dogs, or even more sensitive than hunting dogs, police dogs, and pigs.

Besides, the Yellow Turban Warriors are first and foremost warriors, and only secondly, based on their strength, do they possess two further subdivided talents: listening to the wind and smelling fragrance.

In Taoist culture and mythology, the gods in heaven sweep and clean their grottoes, travel thousands of miles, or move mountains and carry the moon, fill seas and create land, etc., and most of them are driven by mountain gods and local deities.

In Taoist mythology, this is considered a basic divine weapon, a heavenly soldier.

It may not be very strong, but its status is there.

And Chen Ping'an held two such positions and powers.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he jumped up and ran to knock on Lin Zhiyong's door.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhiyong was definitely not asleep yet; he was still hunched over his desk, planning Chen Ping'an's future path.

Cultivating immortality requires wealth, companions, methods, and a suitable environment!

Actually, starting a church would be quite good.

Churches in the US, or throughout Europe and America, have the right to levy church taxes on their members.

This means that one-tenth of the income of all believers can be levied as church tax.

If an American citizen becomes religious and earns $5000 a month, then he/she has to pay $500 in church tax every month.

This is mandatory!

This is different from China, where people don't care about any religious sect or whether they believe in it or not!

No religion can legally force its followers to donate to it. If it could, then it should prepare to accept the iron fist of the people's dictatorship!

It will not be allowed for adults to force children to believe in religion. For example, it is illegal for a child with a schoolbag to not study but instead prostrate himself all the way to the top of a snow mountain.

However, in Europe and America, as long as it is a church, you can legally collect taxes from believers.

They've been collecting taxes for over a thousand years, but they used to collect much more heavily, and now they collect less; it's called a eleventh of a percent tax.

Actually, those who work in churches are the most profitable!

However, he knew that Chen Ping'an was allergic to this kind of money and wouldn't earn it.

So now he's figuring out how to spread the fame of Chen Ping'an's talisman water.

And taverns.

After all, Chen Ping'an's talisman water, besides filling his stomach, was also a kind of non-alcoholic beverage.

The aroma of grains was far more mellow than wine, and even surpassed it.

Alcohol is a perennially highly profitable industry, whether in the East or the West, Europe or America.

If Chen Ping'an could get involved with the talisman water and carve out a piece of the huge American wine industry pie, it would definitely be enough for him to cultivate immortality.

As he was pondering this in his mind and sketching out a plan on paper, he suddenly heard a knock on the door and Chen Ping'an's voice.

He opened the door and saw Chen Ping'an's incredibly excited face, which was flushed slightly under the light.

I have to say, cultivating immortality is really great!

Chen Ping'an used to be a centimeter or two shorter than me, but now, in such a short time, he seems to be much taller!

"What's wrong? You look so excited?"

What good news is there?

Chen Pingan couldn't contain his joy and hurriedly squeezed in, quickly closing the door behind him.

Have you ever heard of the Yellow Turban Warriors?

Lin Zhiyong's eyes lit up. Since Chen Ping'an asked, it couldn't be without reason; there must be a reason.

And judging from his excited expression, it must be something good!

"The Way of Peace, the Yellow Turban Warriors, how could there be Easterners who don't know these things?"

Tell me, what exactly happened?

Let me share in their joy!

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath to calm himself down before saying, "Stand still!"

I have some news for you!

Lin Zhiyong suddenly found him annoying, so rambling on and on: "Hurry up and say it, I'm waiting!"

Okay, I'll stop keeping you in suspense, or my old classmate will get angry from his teasing.

"Didn't you say you wanted to cultivate immortality with me?"

I currently have two Yellow Turban Warrior positions available; I can give you one!

In Taoist culture, the Yellow Turban Warriors are celestial soldiers and deities.

The position I'm giving you, while it's impossible for you to instantly become a celestial soldier or deity in Taoism.

But it can transform an ordinary person, making them completely different from then on!

Do you want it?

Do you want?

Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to traditional culture and the practice of cultivating immortality. Lin Zhiyong's eyes instantly lit up: "Of course I want it, of course I want it!"

A complete transformation, an opportunity that only exists in novels, is now right in front of him. If he doesn't seize it, then all those years of studying will have been in vain.

"good!"

Chen Ping'an explained in detail: "There are now two positions for Yellow Turban Warriors. After joining, it is normal to undergo a complete transformation and undergo a thorough cleansing of the marrow."

Moreover, those who hold these two positions as Yellow Turban Warriors will have two special powers: the ability to hear the wind and the ability to smell fragrance.

Chen Ping'an explained to him in detail the innate powers of listening to the wind and smelling fragrance.

Lin Zhiyong understood immediately, after all, he had grown up being influenced by myths and legends.

"Isn't this 'listening to the wind' just a beggar's version of 'following the wind's ear' from the ancient Chinese myth of 'seeing a thousand miles and hearing the wind'?"

The ability to smell fragrance is likely the talent of Erlang Shen's greyhound.

However, whether it's Clairvoyance, Clairaudience, or the Celestial Hound, they all hold positions such as PhD or even professor.

The Golden Warrior's Scepter that is about to be issued is only at a kindergarten level, whether it's listening to the wind or smelling the fragrance.

I know!

Between these two, I'll choose Listening to the Wind!

With eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind, don't be fooled by the fact that these two characters seem to be just going through the motions in Journey to the West or Investiture of the Gods.

But in reality, being at the emperor's beck and call meant holding a very high position and wielding great power.

Even if someone doesn't hold a high position or wield much power, their words still carry weight!

After all, these two are truly capable people!