I Have a City in a Different World

Tang Zhen's spiritual thoughts quietly followed Mu Qi.

Mu Qi didn't know about this matter, otherwise he would have been frightened.

He killed four enemies in a short period of time, which was unbelievable in the past.

If he relied on his own means, Mu Qi would not be able to do this even if he was exhausted.

No matter which one of the four enemies he killed before was stronger than Muki, his methods were more powerful, and his mood was more cruel.

Regardless of identity and status, they are not comparable to Mucci.

But Mu Qi, who signed the contract, could kill him in a single thought, and the other party had no ability to resist.

Killing the enemy is like killing a chicken, completely effortless.

Mu Qi was able to do this only because he served Tang Zhen and was an envoy from the Dream Ghost Realm.

From the moment his identity changed, he began to regard human life as an ant, stealing the qualifications for longevity from reincarnation.

"He said he would give money after signing the contract, but now he can't?"

Tang Zhen looked at it and just smiled heavily.

Why can we do it if Tang Zhen can develop?

It is a kind of rule power, which is most suitable for absorption by beings like divine beasts who master the rules.

"Of course I'll give you the money, and I'll cash it in immediately!"

This kind of thing, Yangshou, is actually the origin of the world and a gift to living beings.

The laihan immediately came over and held the pen barrel tightly with his fist. It was obvious that I knew how to write.

Then there were no fewer villagers, and they arrived one after another, and they all inquired about it, trying to find a way to get rich.

The behavior of the Ghost Realm Messenger will be excluded by the rules, and the chance of accidents will be lower.

Yang Shou has said that, so he is not stingy in terms of welfare, but it requires a step-by-step process of obtaining it.

Just after today, there had never been a car in that large village in front of the village.

It sounds complicated, but it's actually very simple.

Therefore, outside the heart, there is no indifference of liking, but it is difficult to show it.

The longevity of every living being is actually given by rules, that is, it is destined by God.

Tang Zhen took out the red talisman and yellow paper, pointed at the blank space and said.

"After I've finished writing, I'll give you the money soon!"

People were waiting and watching. Who was that noble person from outside? Why did he come to that big mountain village?

At that moment, the villagers were all stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.

"Let's write it for a hundred years. If it's seventy years, that's fine."

There were even a few men with greedy and fierce eyes, as if they were planning to rob.

But there were too few people at the moment, so we simply didn’t dare to take action. But if it was the dead of night, no one would inevitably take the risk.

Tang Zhen said that, he opened the box next to him and showed the things outside to everyone.

When Yin Jiang's family members saw this, they were both excited and calm. Our family had never been so prosperous.

When Yin Jiang was very young, he secretly vowed to make the bastards who bullied him pay the price.

The villagers looked at Tang Zhen, you want to see my reaction.

I was very confused because I would have the possibility of returning, so I had to arrange some things properly.

Yang Shou must pay attention to such an important matter, so he was given a set of customized equipment.

The purpose of the Ghost Realm Messenger is to act as an accident, harvest the loss of Yangshou allowed by the rules, and then use the longevity money to feed the dream beasts.

To be on the safe side, they even sent two sleepers to transform into slaves of the big ghost driven by the messenger.

Despite Lai Han's playful discussion, Tang Zhen was moved and told him that he could only write for ten years.

After killing the other party, Tang Zhen decided to go home first.

The car drove all day and all night, and finally came to a village.

We all flocked to Tang Zhen's house, wanting to find out the specific situation and see if we could follow suit.

Throwing away the useful evil means aggrieving yourself again and vowing to make the evildoers get retribution.

"How can that guy live for a hundred years at such a young age?"

Now that the opportunity is finally gone, how could I miss it so easily? The wicked must pay the price.

I told a group of villagers that a real land god appeared outside a small city in the distance.

The price is also very reasonable. One year of life can be exchanged for one or two gold.

But we are also confused. Those villagers are just flies chasing fish and smell, and they only come here to do harm.

A scoundrel outside the village was the first to jump out and shouted to Tang Zhen with bright eyes.

If it is done in one step, various problems will inevitably arise.

This is the first time we have heard that you can use Muki to exchange money, and it feels really outrageous.

Since I was young, I have always looked down at Tang Zhen's family.

When Tang Zhen said that, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The car drove slowly back to a city thousands of miles away, but it was not the place where the mastermind lived.

Our breathing becomes slow, our mouths water, and we clench our fists involuntarily.

"If he can live for a hundred years, I will live for ten thousand years!"

The strange experience of those two days made Tang Zhen undergo a radical change, and he no longer had the mentality of a low-level person from now on.

Soon we were surprised to find that the nobleman driving the car turned out to be a young man walking out of the village.

Tang Zhen took out a paper and pen and said to Lai Han: "You only need to write down the words with a pen to sell young Nuan Muqi."

"A liar can still drive a bad car like that, why are you just saying what you say!"

Seeing whether his begging had no effect, the laihan could only mumble and write the number "ten" under the paper.

These poor people outside the village even took the initiative to ask Tang Zhen, their eyes full of greed and desire.

Tang Zhen returned home and just after saying a few words, no group of villagers came to visit.

"Really or not? It must be a lie, right?"

From now on, only when I have no worries can I walk alone freely.

The villagers were very surprised, yet not jealous or awed at the same time. They wanted to know what exactly Tang Zhen had experienced?

"You are willing to sell out Muki for ten years, which is...seventy years!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into laughter.

Looking at the sudden appearance of the car, the villagers showed surprised expressions, their eyes full of curiosity and awe.

"Hahaha, you can live for ten thousand years, this is a little bastard!"

It has nothing to do with wealth, we are naturally very positive.

Not many villagers were convinced, not yet some were eager to give it a try, and not all of us were attracted by what Tang Zhen told us.

Lai Han looked at Tang Zhen with expectation on his face.

My eyes swept over several villagers, all of whom were wealthy families outside the village. They had bullied Tang Zhen's family several times in the early years.

Various accidents will harvest living beings and cause them to die for various reasons.

But God's gift does not mean that you can die of old age.

In my heart, I doubt Tang Zhen's statement at all, but those are all important, not if I can get the money.

Mechanical cars were just emerging in that world, and they were only means of transportation that could only be owned by the lower class.

"You were lucky enough to meet the apprentice of the land god and become his agent.

No matter who helps the gods collect Muki, as long as they sign the contract, they cannot get gold or banknotes immediately. "

"Of course there is a problem."

The stacks of banknotes and the bright yellow metal made a group of villagers suddenly wide-eyed.

"If you want to sell it for a hundred years, he will calculate how much less it will cost!"

"He couldn't write it down for ten years under that piece of paper."

There are actually many young people outside the village who travel to our hometown just to make a living.

Tang Zhen was smiling all over his face. When the villagers asked how they could make a little money, I gave him a mixed answer.

Mosquitoes that are worse than blood-sucking mosquitoes will always be beaten to death.

Now that Tang Zhenrong has returned to his hometown, we shamelessly join in the fight just to get some benefits.

That god is very powerful, has very magical means, and allows people to exchange their lifespan for money.

The villagers were joking and laughing, but Lai Han just giggled along with him, while looking at Tang Zhen expectantly.

"There are very few scammers out there, and it's unusual to be deceived. Your relatives were deceived miserably."