Beast Summoner

"Lord Holy Son, my name is Paqiong. If you think my name is hard to remember, you can do the same as everyone else and call me by my nickname." Paqiong introduced himself to Li Zhenbang humorously.

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"Lord Holy Son, I didn't know that you would come to the Blood Pond today. Our reception was very poor. I hope you will forgive me, Lord Holy Son! In fact, our captain is quite good, but he is really too busy today, so he let you

I am his deputy, so please don’t be offended!" Paqiong explained to Li Zhenbang with a smile on his face.

Li Zhenbang nodded, expressing understanding, "Pa..."

"Paqiong, Lord Holy Son, you can just call me poor and scared. This is easy to remember and catchy." Paqiong answered hurriedly.

Li Zhenbang smiled slightly and said, "Haha, Pa Qiong, how long have you been stationed here?"

"How long have you been stationed? Thirty-four years and eight months!" Paqiong responded with some excitement.

Although thirty-four years may seem like a long time, it is not a long time for the people of the undead clan. He has no power and no money. It only took him thirty-four years to go from being an ordinary soldier to an ordinary soldier.

It is already very difficult for him to be the deputy now. Under normal circumstances, if he wants to climb up again, he has almost no chance.

In the past, he could be considered contented, but in the end, he was more than above or below. But it was different now. He met the Holy Son and even helped the Holy Son lead the way.

Although it was not a big deal, if he could leave a good impression on the Holy Son, his work would not be in vain. He was even a little grateful to his captain for giving him such a good opportunity.

If Paqiong knew what his captain was thinking, I wonder if he would be so excited and grateful to his captain.

"Then have you ever thought about going to a higher level?" Li Zhenbang asked with a smile.

Paqiong shook his head, "Lord Shengzi, you don't know something. For a person like me who has no money, no power, and no backer, it is simply impossible for me to get to the next level! So I have never

I thought it would be great if I could keep my current position, it’s already more than enough!”

Although Paqiong's words seemed to be without desires, they actually contained a hint of dissatisfaction and even a hint of expectation. He hid his expectations as much as possible, but it still did not escape Li Zhenbang's eyes.

"Paqiong, what you said is wrong! As the saying goes, a cook who doesn't want to be a general is not a good tailor..." Li Zhenbang said smoothly.

Paqiong looked at the Holy Son with a blank look on his face. This general, cook, and tailor didn't match up at all! Where is this going? What did the Holy Son mean?

"Uh... I'm kidding you! As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier! No matter what the environment, background, or identity, you can't lose hope for the future. Haven't you heard that the harder you work, the luckier you will be?

?What if you are favored by the God of Death?" Li Zhenbang said with a smile.

"Lord Holy Son, you... what are you..." Paqiong looked at the Holy Son excitedly. The Holy Son can be regarded as the incarnation of the God of Death in the human world. The Holy Son said that the God of Death favored him. Did he want to cultivate himself?

Li Zhenbang smiled and waved his hand, "Don't say it, don't say it!"

Paqiong's body was trembling with excitement, and he nodded hastily, "Yes, yes, don't say it, don't say it!"

There is a story recorded in the "Scroll of God" of the undead tribe. The king of a small country believed in the God of Death. Later, the small country was attacked by a big country and was about to be destroyed. The king of the small country killed thousands of slaves to offer sacrifices and pray to the God of Death. As a result, the God of Death appeared.

In front of the king of the small country.

The king of the small country hoped to get help or instructions from the God of Death, but the God of Death just responded with a slight smile and then disappeared.

Just when the king of the small country thought that the country was about to be destroyed, all his killed soldiers and generals were resurrected. The resurrected soldiers were not afraid of the slashing of the sword at all, and then killed the big country by surprise. As a result, the army of the big country was

Big defeat.

Not only that, the king of the small country also relied on these resurrected soldiers to fight back and took the opportunity to annex a lot of territory of the big country. In the end, the small country not only expanded its territory several times, but its national power and wealth also became much stronger.

Now that the Holy Son is telling him not to say anything, how can Paqiong not be excited when he thinks of the records in the "Scroll of God"? The Holy Son is the spokesperson of the God of Death in the world. The Holy Son's words mean that the will of the God of Death is the will of God. If it doesn't come out

If something unexpected happened, the Holy Son would probably use this to promote him.

"As long as His Majesty the Holy Son gives instructions, I will do my best to do my best!" Pa Qiong knelt down directly in front of Li Zhenbang.

Li Zhenbang smiled slightly and said very gently: "Get up! You have been on duty here for more than thirty years. You should know the situation of the blood pool very well, right? Tell me about the situation of the blood pool during this time!"

"Yes!" Paqiong responded excitedly before standing up.

"The history of the blood pool can definitely be said to be long. It is said that you, the Holy Son... are not you now, but you when you were the first Holy Son. You used the power of Heaven to create it, just to allow the undead tribe to continue.

.So the position in the hearts of everyone in the undead clan, except for the God of Death, is you!" Paqiong said excitedly.

Paqiong's words were still very good. Although he was talking about the blood pool, he was actually complimenting the Holy Son in a subtle way, saying that the undead tribe cannot live without the blood pool created by the Holy Son.

The Holy Son has a very high status among the undead tribe and is respected by everyone.

"Besides the God of Death, it's me? Not necessarily! I see that you undead people obey the high priest's words. Why do I feel that the high priest's status in your undead tribe is even higher than that of the God of Death?" Li Zhenbang raised his eyebrows.

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"This... Lord Holy Son, what you said is a joke! How can the high priest's status be higher than that of the God of Death? The High Priest is the spokesperson of the God of Death in the world. He is the link between the God of Death and our undead tribe. He represents

It is the will of the God of Death, so..." Paqiong was stunned for a moment and hurriedly explained.

"So the high priest can represent the God of Death and do whatever he wants? You just let it go without any doubt? The status of the high priest is not above that of the God of Death, so is the status of the high priest above that of my holy son?" Li Zhenbang was very worried.

He asked dissatisfiedly.

"Uh..." Paqiong was confused by Li Zhenbang's series of questions. He really didn't know how to answer.

He wanted to slap himself in the mouth now. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to flatter the Holy Son and leave a good impression on the Holy Son. Unexpectedly, the flattery failed in the end and hit the horse's leg directly.

This is not over yet. Now the Son of God directly asked him to comment on the status of the High Priest and the Son. Can someone like him comment on the status of the High Priest and the Son? This is simply a proposition!

"What? You don't dare to say anything if the high priest is not here. If the high priest is here, wouldn't you be even more afraid to say it?" Li Zhenbang asked with a smile. It seemed that Paqiong's non-answer was already expected.

Hit.

"Lord Holy Son, it's not that I don't answer, it's that I really can't answer! You and the high priest are both high-ranking figures, the top figures of the undead tribe, but I am an ant-like figure. What do I have?

Who are you qualified to evaluate you?"

"The high priest is not here, but I can't say anything against him behind his back? Just because he is not here, I say hello. So if he is here and you are not here, then should I say hello to him?"

Then who have I become?"

"Although I'm not a good person, I really can't do this kind of gossiping behind your back. What's more, it's a matter for your upper leadership, so I'm even less qualified to comment."

"If you insist on letting me make a comment, then you might as well kill me!" Paqiong closed his eyes and raised his head high, exposing his neck.

"Haha, Paqiong, you are really interesting!" Instead of blaming Paqiong, Li Zhenbang called out Paqiong's name and laughed out loud.

"Lord Holy Son, you are teasing me again, how can I be interesting? Everything I said is true!" Paqiong opened his eyes and looked at the Holy Son, and said helplessly.

"You are the Holy Son, and he is the high priest. Both of you hold the power of life and death in the Undead Tribe. I neither dare to comment nor offend. Everything I say is true!"

Paqiong emphasized again.

"Okay, Paqiong, I won't tease you anymore. Even your captain wouldn't dare to answer this kind of question, let alone you! You don't need to tell me the history of the blood pool. I have the "Scroll of God" of the Undead Tribe.

During this time, I also read and learned a lot about the undead tribe." Li Zhenbang shook his head.

Li Zhenbang didn't just read a lot about the undead tribe in the "Scroll of Gods". He also combined what he had seen from other books before and made a comparison. He even analyzed it based on his experience.

I have discovered some secret things that may be related to this world. As for whether it is true or false, I can only wait until I have the opportunity to confirm it in the future.

"Just tell me what happened in the blood pool in the past five years! Is there anything special or unusual?" What Li Zhenbang actually wants to know most is what happened after his sister Li Ruoyue was captured.

, but he was afraid of being too obvious. If something went wrong, it would be bad.

"In the last five years? Nothing special has happened. Everything is pretty much the same as before. If anything special happened, it would be that the Saint was brought here to be transformed, and the Holy Grail was stolen!"

Paqiong pondered for a moment before speaking.

Hearing Paqiong's words, Li Zhenbang was secretly happy and relieved at the same time. He was really afraid that Paqiong would tell all trivial things. He didn't have that much time to talk nonsense with him.

"The Holy Grail was stolen before and after the Saint was found. I don't know whether it was before or after..." Paqiong naturally didn't know what the Holy Son wanted to hear, so he talked about what he thought the Holy Son wanted to know.

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