I, the corpse breeder, the coffin spirit of the opening contract tyrant

"I don't have the qualifications for the assessment, it seems that I can't go to Zhenguan Academy for further study!"

"There is only one way for me now, first go to the Grave Hunting Cemetery to certify the identity of the town coffinist!"

Then go to a dangerous place outside the city!

Ye Mo sat by the small lake, thoughtful.

After wringing out the water from his pants, he bought random clothes to wear at a nearby stall, and also got a black cloak for the tyrant.

Then go straight to the direction of the grave hunting cemetery.

In this world, all those who have contracted the coffin spirit must go to the grave cemetery to verify their identity in order to truly be the coffin master!

80% of the area on the blue star has been occupied by monsters, and there are countless dangerous and secret places, and human beings are relegated to a corner and live in towns!

Because it is too dangerous outside the city, ordinary people are explicitly forbidden to go out of the city!

And the identity of the town coffin master is undoubtedly a pass for the freedom of the major base cities!

"Ding! Your coffin is currently hungry due to heavy combat consumption!

Please pay attention to timely feeding! The

sudden sound of the prompt immediately made Ye Mo slow down.

Then he quickly checked the attributes of the tyrant.

[Coffin Spirit]: First Tyrant T002 (Tyrant

) [Race]: Corpse

[Level]: Lv.5 Servant Level (Level 1-19

) [Experience]: 820/1400

[Seal Level] Level :D Silver Ancestral Coffin (Maximum Level 39)

[Talent]: Full Virus Enhancement [

Skill]: Destruction Heavy Strike, Rush, Tear, Primary Healing, Metamatter Penetration (Eighth Order[

Stunt]: Restraint Release

[Defect]: No [Intimaccy]: 100 (Sacrifice Protector) [

Current Status]:

Hunger (200 pounds of fresh flesh and blood are required to replenish energy.) [

Number of times you can evolve]: 1 time (you can check the evolution route at level 19)

[Introduction]: From the City of Doom. A rare power monster among zombies, with excellent language comprehension, average strength, and limited potential.

"200 pounds of fresh flesh and blood?" Ye Mo's expression was stunned.

At this moment, he finally understood a little about what the so-called raising corpses was about!

"This tyrant's amount of food is really a bit outrageous..." Feeling

the listless appearance of the tyrant in the sealed space, he immediately decided to stop by the largest flesh and blood market nearby.

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"Boss, bring me two hundred pounds of pork."

In front of a meat stall at the Blood and Flesh Market.

Ye Mo held the only two thousand yuan left in his hand, and his face showed helplessness.

Because of these two years of rottenness, he almost squandered the inheritance left by his parents.

Of course, he only possessed a small part of the inheritance, and the rest was in Ye Xiaoyao's hands.

The reason is that the son is poor and the daughter is rich.

The fat meat stall owner saw Ye Mo's pained expression, and a flash of essence flashed in his eyes.

He has seen too many people, and he can tell the approximate identity of the other party from the aspects of behavior and dress.

The young man in front of him was wearing cheap clothes and did not carry a coffin, he was definitely an ordinary person! Noh Zai!

I saw him show a chuckle, put away the price list in front of the stall, and said, "Boy... This is the mutated wild boar produced by the Doomsday Camp, and it is a place that only middle-level coffin masters dare to set foot on.

"My mutant wild boar is not expensive, only 250 a pound!" Sell from fifty pounds!

Are you sure you want to buy two hundred catties?

Not far away

, when the other stall owners saw this scene, they immediately smiled and closed their mouths.

"Hahaha, another fool with no brains."

"He doesn't think it's an ordinary wet market!" What can you do here for more than two thousand dollars?

"Boy, if you don't have money, don't learn to come here to consume!"

Don't inquire before coming, the minimum consumption here is more than 10,000, can you afford it as an ordinary person? Listening

to the mockery of the surrounding stall owners, Ye Mo's brows slowly furrowed.

Come and buy a meat yourself, who will provoke whom?

And this group of people speaks so badly, can you endure?

It's a pity that you can't kill people in the inner city, otherwise these people will definitely become the rations of the tyrant, and it should be no problem to fill the tyrant's belly.

"What are you still doing standing here Lao Tzu?

Don't hurry up and roll yet? Can you afford to delay Lao Tzu's business? The fat stall owner saw that Ye Mo was still in place, and cursed.

When Ye Mo heard this, he glanced at the stall owner lightly, not wanting to calculate with the other party.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his mobile phone and prepared to send a message to ask Ye Xiaoyao to turn ten Ws over to flower.

However,

the stall owner snorted coldly and slammed the bone chopping knife in his hand into the cutting board.

Then walked out of the stall, grabbed the money in Ye Mo's hand and put it in his pocket, and said coldly at the same time, "Boy, didn't I remind you to go?"

Lao Tzu tens of thousands of yuan a minute, you delay my business for so long, these money can be regarded as your compensation. When

Ye Mo heard this, his face gradually became indifferent, and a faint killing intent gushed out.

Seeing that he did not speak, disdain flashed in his eyes again, and when he turned back to the stall, his elbow swung lightly and hit Ye Mo's mobile phone directly.

Snap.

The phone spun a few times and fell straight to the ground, shattering the screen.

Ye Mo glanced at the shattered screen and slowly bent down to pick up the phone.

His movements, everything looks so natural, like a coward, can only swallow his anger.

Even if they are provoked and trampled underfoot, they dare not fight back.

This is the definition given to him by several stall owners....

There were many people who had pit them, but it was the first one who did not dare to speak like Ye Mo.

Ye Mo shook his head, sighed softly, put the mobile phone in his pocket, and turned his head to look at the meat stall owner.

And his action once again caused a burst of laughter around him.

"Hahaha, boy, remember it long in the future! There are places you can't come to! "

The law of the jungle works everywhere.

People who can open stalls here have a somewhat coffin master background at home!

Don't think about taking revenge on Lao Tzu, swallow it if you suffer a loss, and this time you will pay your tuition. The fat stall owner smiled, ignoring Ye Mo's indifferent eyes, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"The law of the jungle?" Ye Mo's faint voice came out, "It's a good reminder."

"Hehe, it's good to know, don't you hurry up and get out?" Do you want to experience it again?

"Well, I do want to experience it again."

After speaking,

a golden light quickly flashed in Ye Mo's hand.

Immediately after that, the formation emerged, and a coffin with an old silver luster emerged!

Roar!

The tyrant walked straight out of the coffin!

It was originally in a state of hunger, and at this time it looked extremely manic, and the roar was deafening, spreading throughout the market!

In the originally noisy market, all the sounds were suppressed at this moment, leaving only the roar echoing.

"Groove! What happened! Why such a terrifying roar!

"There won't be any monsters sneaking in, will they!"

"How is it possible! There are so many gatekeepers stationed on our walls! It's impossible to let monsters enter the city!

"Then someone should have released the coffin, or should we take a look?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Countless timid people hurriedly fled towards the outside of the market, leaving many bold melon-eating people around.

"Lying groove, it's those five guys who sell meat!

They finally kicked the iron plate, how happy it is! "

Hahaha, don't say, these five guys are really awesome, and the coffin master also dares to offend!"

I just don't know how they end!

Ye Mo ignored the surrounding discussions, and looked at the stall owners indifferently.

At this time, several stall owners collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, and their faces were terrified.

The fat stall owner even looked up at the murderous tyrant, and he was so frightened that he was sobbing with urine.

"You... You turned out to be a coffin master!

"I will pay you for your mobile phone, and the money will be returned to you!"

Can you let me go! The fat stall owner sat on the ground and retreated one after another, while taking out thousands of dollars and throwing them towards Ye Mo.

Seeing this, Ye Mo smiled coldly and said, "Is this considered the law of the jungle?"

"Count..." The stall owner nodded quickly, showing a flattering look, and said, "Big brother, it's me who can't see Mount Tai, this is a misunderstanding!"

I gave you everything, can you release me!

"Looks like you're a little confused about the situation?"

Offended someone better than you, and not willing to pay a little price to buy your life? Hearing

this, the

fat stall owner instantly realized, and quickly said: "I will immediately transfer you 50,000 yuan!" Don't kill me! "

Not enough." Ye Mo shook his head.

"One hundred thousand!"

"It's useless to give you a chance."

"My grass mud horse, what else do you want! My brother is a member of the Fierce Ghost Grave Hunting Group!

I don't believe you dare to touch me in the inner city!!

"Tyrant, kill him!"

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