Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Gou Hang was very satisfied with Song Wen's humble attitude.

The anger on his face disappeared, and after looking Song Wen up and down, he asked.

"Are you literate?"

He saw it clearly just now. After Song Wen squeezed through the crowd, he carefully read the notice and then turned around and left in disappointment.

At that time, no one explained the content of the notice.

Judging from Song Wen's series of reactions, it is not difficult to judge that Song Wen was literate.

When Song Wen heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he would be noticed because of this.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, deciding the pros and cons, and how to answer.

After repeatedly weighing the pros and cons, Song Wen decided to answer truthfully.

This dog man's observation skills are very keen, and I'm afraid he's not that easy to fool.

After making the decision, Song Wen bent even lower and the flattering smile on his face became thicker.

"Back to Master Gou, I went to private school for a few years when I was a child, and I know some words."

Song Wen's face didn't change, his heart didn't beat, and he told lies as soon as he opened his mouth. Outsiders would never see anything strange.

Gou Hang nodded, he was very satisfied with Song Wen's attitude and answers. The look he looked at Song Wen was already filled with appreciation.

The scholars he had come into contact with in the past were always self-proclaimed and aloof, and they could not even afford to eat. They were no longer interested in recruiting him, so he was just a low-level leader of the Tiansha Gang.

Today, it was not easy to meet a scholar who was aware of current affairs and had a very good attitude towards him. This was in the presence of a large public, which greatly satisfied Gou Hang's inner vanity.

Gou Hang held his head high and maintained his arrogant persona.

"How old are you this year?"

"16 years old."

In order not to be looked down upon, Song Wen deliberately reported his age a little older based on his physical condition.

"What is your name?"

"Song Wen."

Gou Hang nodded and continued to ask,

"What do you do for a living?"

"Write some letters for people, earn some meager income, and make ends meet." Song Wen continued to make nonsense.

Later, Gou Hang asked some questions about Song Wen's family situation.

Song Wen describes himself as a person whose family is in decline, his parents are deceased, and he has no relatives or friends.

"From now on, just follow me, Master Gou. With my introduction, you can successfully join the Tiansha Clan and get a salary of one or two silver dollars per month."

It has to be said that in the Qian country, where literacy is extremely low, scholars are treated well.

With the current prices in Qian Country, one tael of silver is enough for a family to eat and drink for a month.

A look of hesitation appeared on Song Wen's face. He instinctively resisted the sudden kindness of strangers.

This Gou Hang is not a good person at first glance. Can everything really be as good as he said?

"What? Look down on our Tiansha Gang!" Gou Hang's displeased voice sounded.

Song Wen had a fake smile on his face and explained with a smile.

"Master Gou, you misunderstood. You are really young and have little talent and knowledge. I am afraid that it will delay your important events."

"I'm not afraid of you, so what are you afraid of? You kid, don't be ignorant."

Seeing that there was a hint of threat in the other party's tone, Song Wen could only follow the trend, and immediately replied with a grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master Gou, for your support. I will definitely follow my lead and go through fire and water for Master Gou from now on."

Song Wen's eyes were full of strong gratitude, as if he had met his reborn parents. The eagerness and admiration in his eyes made Gou Hang feel elated. He had not experienced the feeling of being so respected by someone for a long time.

Gou Hang dug into the arms of his men behind him, and half a pancake appeared in his hands.

"Looking at the food on your face, I guess you haven't eaten enough for a long time. Here is the half piece of cake I had left from this morning. Take it and eat it."

"Thank you Lord Dog for the reward."

Song Wen took the oil cake and ate it hungrily.

The reason for this is that firstly, he is indeed very hungry now, and secondly, to continue to satisfy Gou Hang's vanity.

As he ate the cake, he made silent calculations in his mind.

Apparently, the treatment of the members of the Tiansha Gang was not as good as expected, otherwise Gou Hang would not have kept half of the pancake and would have been reluctant to throw it away.

But if you think about it carefully, if it is true as Gou Hang said, it would not be a bad idea to join the Tiansha Gang.

The Tiansha Gang is the largest dark force in Yancheng, and I joined as a scholar. I don't think I will be allowed to fight and kill. My life safety is still guaranteed, and at the same time I can solve my food and clothing problem. For me, Under the current circumstances, it is already the best choice.

All of this is thanks to the dog man in front of me. Although this dog man doesn't seem to have much brains, he has indeed solved the most important survival problem for him at the moment.

Gou Hang came to the street to post and announce the recruitment of children by the Tiansha Gang. He loudly announced the contents of the notice.

Of course, he was illiterate, but someone had informed him of the contents of the notice in advance.

Then, he took Song Wen and left.

After passing through the tight defense of a large number of Tiansha Gang disciples, several people entered the Tiansha Gang's headquarters.

The Tiansha Gang occupies a huge area. Under the leadership of Gou Hang, they arrived outside a row of houses after some hesitation.

After entering a house, Gou Hang said respectfully to an old man.

"Old Yan, I found a new man, a literate scholar."

Mr. Yan is over fifty years old. In these turbulent years and the lack of medical treatment, he is already a long-lived old man.

He opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Song Wen, and then threw a small book to Song Wen.

He said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Read out the contents of the notebook."

Song Wen took the notebook and knew it was a test for him.

‘This is the ancient recruitment interview! ’ Song Wen thought secretly in his heart.

He opened the small book and read aloud.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive. The sun and moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are arranged. Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides..."

"Okay, that's enough."

Mr. Yan did not let Song Wen finish reading. After Song Wen read a hundred times, he interrupted Song Wen.

Elder Yan turned to Gou Hang and said, "You are lucky. Elder Jiyin has been recruiting a group of literate young people recently, and this guy is just right."

Gou Hang rubbed his hands and said with a somewhat reserved smile,

"Old Yan, I heard that Elder Jiyin offers rewards for recruiting scholars. Look..."

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "You are quite well informed. I thought you were lucky and bumped into me, but it turned out you were well prepared. Go to the accountant and collect the reward of ten taels."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Gou Hang bowed his head with an apologetic smile.

Song Wen, who was watching from the side, was a little confused.

What's going on? Why do you still have ten taels of silver to recruit a scholar?

In Yancheng, ten taels of silver is enough to buy two pretty little girls.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he had been betrayed.

I was a little complacent before, thinking that I had fooled Gou Hang around, but it turned out that the fool was me.

Looking at Gou Hang who turned around and went out, Song Wen shouted with the last glimmer of hope left in his heart.

"Master Gou, don't you want to take me to eat and drink?"

Gou Hang looked at Song Wen with complicated eyes, showing pity and guilt, but more of indifference and ridicule.

Then, he turned around and left without saying a word, and quickly disappeared.

"How can he, a little bastard, get you good food and drink? If you go to Elder Jiyin, no matter how many people ask for it, you won't be able to get it. That is an immortal fate. Don't be ignorant of what is good and what is evil."

Old Yan's cold voice sounded behind Song Wen.

"Someone, take this kid to Elder Jiyin."

Two powerful men walked in outside the door. The two men also had three-foot-long steel knives on their waists.

"Qiang!"

Half of the steel sword was unsheathed, and the shining blade was filled with a cold light, which made Song Wen's eyes hurt.

"Boy, I advise you to be honest and don't act rashly." A big man said coldly.

Song Wen's heart was full of anger and unwillingness. He didn't believe a word of the fairy tale that Yan Lao said.

If it were a fairy fate that everyone envied, would they still recruit people through trafficking and coercion?

But with the cold steel knife, he could only accept the reality helplessly.

Weak people must be manipulated by others!

It's just that when he followed the two strong men away, his fists were clenched very tightly.