Doomsday Rise

In the time of a cup of tea, all 192 members of the Sky Chamber of Commerce died, including the shopkeeper and two ancestor-level masters. Everything in the Sky Chamber of Commerce became the spoils of the Ping An Army.

The fall of the Sky Chamber of Commerce declared that Black and White City had officially entered the era of Liu Wei'an, and there was no longer a strong opposition force.

At dawn, some people who were not online yesterday went online due to some delays, and were surprised to find that the city of black and white changed overnight.

"The streets are getting so clean, am I in the wrong place?"

A change in a place, a change in spirit, is far less immediate than a change in hygiene. Although the previous Black and White City could not be said to be dirty, it definitely had nothing to do with hygiene. Now, there is no rubbish or filth on the neat and straight streets, and the air is much fresher.

This kind of change is not a big deal, but it makes people's first impression of the Ping An Army very good.

"This yard is nice." Liu Weian admired it. The yard is not big, but the style is simple and natural, with a simple charm. There are not many trees, but it can filter most of the sounds. It is like a paradise in the troubled world.

Every plant and tree is thoughtful.

"Master Liu, my master is here to invite you." The old servant trot out from the back hall with a respectful attitude. Although the master looked down on Liu Wei'an, he didn't dare. Liu Wei'an is not one of those gentlemen who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. He is someone who would not hesitate to uproot the Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce and the Sky Chamber of Commerce.

His master has a detached status in Black and White City, but he is not as good as the two major chambers of commerce.

"Thank you!" Liu Wei'an followed behind, and Yan'er was holding a gift box in both hands.

Black and White City has a new owner, and it is inappropriate to describe it as a waste of time, but today is definitely the busiest time. Liu Wei'an did not handle internal affairs in the City Lord's Mansion, but appeared in the residence of Butu Amu, one of the three major spell masters in Black and White City, the descendant of Xiling Gorge. The spell contains mysterious power, and it can change the world with a small one.

In today's situation where it is difficult to increase power through conventional channels, spells are the best way he can think of. In fact, Array Dao is the best way, but Array Dao requires too much talent. In comparison, spells are slightly better.

Of the three great spell masters in Black and White City, Butuamu is the youngest and the best-born one, and the remaining two are over fifty. It's not that Liu Wei'an doesn't believe in late bloomers, but that he doesn't have time to wait.

As for the internal affairs of Black and White City, he brought in Yang Yu'er, who had nothing to do for the time being. Although Yang Yuer is young, she has been in business for many years.

There are many ways to figure out how to manage a company and manage a city. In terms of handling government affairs, Liu Wei'an is not as good as Yang Yu'er, and letting Yang Yu'er do such a job is also to give full play to her strengths.

The old servant brought Liu Weian and the two of them directly to the place where Butu Amu worked, not the reception room. As soon as you step in here, the familiar smell of cinnabar and yellow paper rushes into your nose.

"Master, City Lord Liu has arrived!" the old servant said respectfully.

"Go down." Butu Amu stopped drawing the talisman, turned his head to stare at Liu Weian, his expression and eyes were very impolite, but he didn't realize it, and his tone was blunt: "You just say Liu Weian, what can you do with me?"

"I want to ask you to help draw the talisman." Liu Wei'an said with a smile. Butu'amu looks very distinctive, with big nostrils, deep eye sockets, dark complexion, and a kind of wildness all over his body, which is incompatible with the living environment here.

Wearing the clothes of ethnic minorities, if you are hunting in the mountains with spears and steel forks, you must be a good player, but holding a brush and drawing spells with a serious expression looks very unsuitable.

"The former Qian Lejin and Qiu Jushan also invited me, but I didn't agree." Butu Amu said.

"I believe you will change your mind this time." Liu Wei'an said.

"The threat of force is useless to me. It's just a game. Even if you kill me, I'll be resurrected in half a month. It's not a real death. It's no big deal." Butuamu showed no fear on his face, "I can't beat you, but you want me to surrender, dreaming!"

"Of course you don't care if you kill once. As long as you dare to enter "World of Warcraft", once you go online, I'll kill once. Once you go online, I'll kill once. Let's see how much time you have to waste." Liu Weian didn't seem to see the ugly look on Butu'amu's face, but calmly said: "I believe that you are not the only descendant of Xilingxia. First suffer your heart and mind, and your muscles and bones... Maybe after such a tribulation, your spell skills may not make great progress, why don't you give it a try?"

"Even if I don't log into World of Warcraft, I won't give in to you." Butuam gritted his teeth.

"It is okay to cultivate in reality. However, there is no need to talk about the disadvantages in reality. Otherwise, you won't soak online every day." Liu Weian saw that the cloth Ama had reached the edge of the outbreak and no longer stimulated him. He sincerely said: "Come here to help me, you don't have to worry about yellow paper, cinnabar, and brush. These things are not worth mentioning, but you should not make a brush made by the fifth -level Warcraft hair, right? "

"Level five monster?" Butuamu's expression changed.

"I just killed a human-faced spider and an earth bear." Liu Wei'an said.

Butuamu couldn't calm down any longer, his expression kept changing, and finally made up his mind, and looked up at Liu Weian: "I can do things for you, but you can't limit my freedom. Also, for the high-level monsters that will be killed in the future, if there are materials for making brushes, I will have the priority to choose."

"It's all up to you." Liu Wei'an smiled slightly.

"This is my young master's narrow-mindedness!" Yan'er opened the box, and inside was a talisman.

Butuamu originally wanted to put it aside casually, but seeing that it was a talisman, he couldn't help but take a look at it. After seeing it, he immediately saw something unusual and couldn't help picking it up. As soon as he made a move, he realized something was wrong, and his expression changed.

Regardless of Liu Wei'an and Yan'er were still nearby, he stared at the talisman carefully, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, his expression alternately surprised and sweaty, and finally looked up at Liu Weian, excitedly said: "This talisman...is it for me?"

Liu Wei'an nodded with a smile.

"How... how did you do it?" Butuam couldn't help asking.

Liu Wei'an took a few steps forward, picked up a wolf hair, and looked left and right. Butuamu seemed to be a roundworm in his stomach. He rummaged in a cabinet a few times, took out a clay pot, and opened it. It contained the blood of a horned bull.

Liu Wei'an put the wolf cents into his blood, and only picked up the pen after he had sucked enough. The whole person's temperament changed, focused, serious, and selfless. When the tip of the pen fell on the laid yellow paper, a magical power was generated.

The arm does not move, relying entirely on the strength of the wrist to drive the wolf hair, the nib of the pen swims, the flow of clouds and water is done in one go. In a breath, a talisman was completed, and the palpitating power disappeared in a flash. Liu Weian hung the wolf hair on the pen holder.

"How is it possible?" Butuamu stared blankly at the talisman, his eyes widened, as if he saw something terrible.

The light system between cinnabar and talismans is like the relationship between bowls and chopsticks. Human blood can be used instead of cinnabar in many cases, but monster blood can't. The blood of monsters is too irritable, like a powder keg, it will explode at the slightest touch. So he knew that the blood of the monster was a rare material, but he never dared to use it.

Liu Weian's successful example collapsed his worldview.

"Please tell—" Butuamu suddenly woke up and wanted to ask for advice, but the studio was already empty, and he didn't know when Liu Wei'an and Yan'er would leave. He held the talisman in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and realized bit by bit...

Butuamu suddenly went into seclusion, and it was five days before he left the seclusion again.

Plum Chamber of Commerce.

"Shopkeeper, the Ping An Army wants to deliver items, we—" the assistant in charge of daily affairs reported to Leng Zhiqiu of the shopkeeper.

"What are we doing?" Leng Zhiqiu looked at him.

"...Do you want to refuse?" The assistant swallowed.

"Why did you refuse?" Leng Zhiqiu looked at him strangely.

"Didn't you receive a notice a few days ago, but don't accept any business related to Liu Weian?" the assistant whispered.

"Is there? Why didn't I know I had received such a notice?" Leng Zhiqiu's expression definitely didn't look like it was faked.

The assistant was dumbfounded.

""World of Warcraft" is full of dangers, and any accident may happen. Although the wind bird flies fast, it is not without natural enemies. The headquarters may have issued a notice, but as the wind bird fell into the stomach of the natural enemy, I didn't see anything." Leng Zhiqiu said to himself.

"I may remember wrongly. I have been working too slowly recently and have hallucinations. Then I will not bother the shopkeeper!" The assistant is not a fool, and soon realized that he should do this. When he exited the corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of an object falling to the ground.

The speed of the wind bird is as fast as lightning, and it is only the size of a fist. It is a messenger weapon domesticated by the top ten chambers of commerce in "World of Warcraft". This little thing is easy to use, but the price is too expensive, the price of one is almost 300 gold coins.

It was a pity for the assistant to die like this, but when he withdrew, he had already understood the shopkeeper's thoughts. Resisting the orders of the headquarters still has the opportunity to explain, and disobeying Liu Wei'an's words will directly mean death. Death is a trivial matter, this branch of the Plum Blossom Chamber of Commerce will be swallowed up by Liu Weian, just like the Sky Chamber of Commerce and the Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce, so even if Leng Zhiqiu dies, he will be severely punished by the superiors.

In comparison, the punishment for disobeying the orders from above is not so heavy, and it is within the tolerable range. As long as Blast Bird dies, Leng Zhiqiu has every reason to shirk, and maybe he doesn't need to be punished.

When Liu Wei'an heard that the Plum Blossom Chamber of Commerce had sent all the things, a smile appeared on his face, and Leng Zhiqiu could fight for it.