Mortal Immortal Gourd

The war is over, and the hundreds of Zhenguo troops who went out to fight this time have all been wiped out.

After this battle, the Zhenguo Army's 눓 division was almost finished.

Even General Ji, the leader of the 눓 tribe, died in the battle.

Those who died together with the Zhenguo army were more than 20,000 ordinary troops.

뀪And a large number of logistics teams and civilian workers.

After the war, it was a carnival of monsters and evil cultivators.

The best trophies were all taken away by the strong men on the demon side.

The evil cultivators were assigned a large number of corpses and prisoners.

For evil cultivators, there is an even happier thing, that is, their Nascent Soul Ancestor is dead.

The ancestor 그 took up a lot of resources. Now that 그 is dead, they will divide the resources of the ancestor.

Moreover, the loot received this time does not need to be given to the ancestor as much.

Presumably, after the Ancestor's resources are distributed in this round, their cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds.

괗Gouzi can also feel their joy when he follows the team of evil cultivators.

When the war came to an end, 괗Gouzi 녦뀪 found an opportunity to run away.

But he was so happy to see the evil cultivator, and everyone was waiting to go back and divide the ancestor's wealth.

He was also moved. He had always given up his life rather than his wealth, and his shortcomings of being greedy for gain emerged again.

Then go and have a look, but the ancestor of Yuan Ying is dead, and the remaining ones are all golden elixir monks.

He has escaped many lives at the hands of Jindan monks and has accumulated a lot of experience.

If given the chance, he would also like to set up some traps and kill one or two more.

As early as the end of the war, when the spoils were distributed, he received a large number of corpses and a small amount of property.

These corpses are of no use to him, so he plans to find another one to burn when they are gone.

There are also a large number of living prisoners who will be distributed when they return to the cult headquarters.

Among the prisoners, I also saw Yang Tie and several familiar ones.

Yang Tie's current condition is not very good. It seems that he was beaten and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

No matter how smooth and sophisticated he is, he cannot be alone under the general trend.

괗Gouzi walked past Yang Tie several times, but failed to recognize him.

He could only remain calm for the time being, and just bring Yang Tie over when the spoils were divided.

To evil cultivators, these prisoners of war are nothing more than walking cultivation resources, large-sized blood pills. As long as they are of the same level of cultivation, they are distributed equally to everyone.

괗Gouzi followed the team of evil cultivators and walked along an avenue towards the territory of Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom.

After walking for three days, I saw many villages inhabited by the Korean people on both sides of the road ahead.

It is rare to see a village of the 그 tribe in this Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters.

There are many 그 tribesmen living in the villages around the village, and they are farming in shackles and handcuffs.

There were also a few minor Qi practitioners who patrolled the fields with leather whips. If they encountered anyone who was not docile enough or worked too slowly, they would beat them up.

After walking along the road for another ten miles, we saw a city in front of us.

This city is about the same size as Anchang County, and all the residents in the city are of the same type.

It's almost ten to twenty thousand people.

After Gouzi followed the team into the city, he thought of a very serious problem.

Where is your home?

Which house should I go back to?

You can't ask others where your home is, right?

From all the information he knows so far, his surname should be Hu, and he likes to call himself Lao Hu, a golden elixir monk of the same level as him, Lao Mo Hu.

Those foundation-building cults called him Hall Master Hu, and the Qi-training cults knelt down and kowtowed when they saw him, calling him Patriarch Hu.

Gouzi also didn't expect that he would become an ancestor at a young age when he was only over ten years old.

At this moment, he was still worried about not being able to find a home.

He looked at the meat bun shop on the roadside casually and took a few more glances.

I have been craving meat buns since I was a child, and it took me more than ten years to eat them. I have a special liking for meat buns and feel that I can never get enough of them.

However, he only glanced at it a few times, hesitated for a while and still didn't buy it.

First, I don’t know if Hu Laomo usually eats meat buns. He is such an evil cultivator, so he doesn’t dare to eat anything indiscriminately.

However, although he had no intention of buying it, Xie Xiuzhong was good at flattering others.

A foundation-building evil cultivator looked at the face and saw that Gouzi seemed to be interested in that store's buns.

Then he swaggered to the bun shop and took out the several large steamers on the steamer.

The shop owner and his wife wanted to speak, but when he glared at them, they were so frightened that they immediately retracted their heads, not daring to show their faces.

"Master Hu, this family's buns are the most delicious in the city. Try them."

괗Gouzi looked at the flattering smile of Ji Establishment Evil Cultivator and returned the basket of hot buns, and suddenly had an idea.

"Don't worry, help me take it home, and I'll eat it later!"

"Okay, okay!"

The evil cultivator hugged the steamer and bowed his head, as if it was a great honor for him to flatter Patriarch Hu.

괗Gouzi signaled him to go ahead, and Xiexiu naturally walked to the front and led him.

Along the way, as long as the dog is interested in something and looks at it a few times, this evil foundation-building cultivator will help him snatch it away.

He was even very considerate and stole a yellow-flowered girl.

Looking at the eldest daughter who was crying behind her, her round face was somewhat similar to the daughter of Huang Laocai's family.

He took a few more glances at it, and the evil cultivator liked it, so he snatched it for him.

I didn’t expect that during my lifetime, I would rob civilian girls on the street.

The foundation-building evil cultivator led the dog to a large courtyard.

There was an old man guarding the gate. He used to squat at the gate and pick his feet. When he saw the dog coming back, he knelt down and kowtowed.

"Welcome the ancestor back!"

"Welcome the ancestor back!"

Seeing the large group of people kneeling at the gate and in the courtyard, the dog knew that he had come to the right place and found his home.

He wanted to make these people stand up, but he held back the words as soon as they came to his mouth. He was an evil cultivator now and could not destroy the image of an evil cultivator.

"Hehehe..."

He laughed dryly and walked past the group of people kneeling.

Since he couldn't stop him when he returned home, he scanned the courtyard with his spiritual sense and understood the general layout of the courtyard.

With his many years of experience as a thief, he was already familiar with the use of each house.

"Bring the things in."

"Okay!"

The foundation-building evil cultivator hurriedly brought in the things he had robbed on the street, as well as the woman.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Reporting to Hall Master Hu, I'm the Horse Spirit!"

The Horse Spirit bent over and said with a flattering face.

"Yes, your name is very good, I'll remember it."

"Please keep an eye on the movements of other hall masters these days, especially those related to the spoils and the ancestors, and report to me in time."

Gouzi said, taking out a bottle of blood and soul pills and giving it to him.

"As long as you can provide useful information in time, you will get the benefits!"

"Yes! Yes! Thank you Hall Master Hu for your appreciation, I will do my best."

The Horse Spirit held the Blood and Soul Pill and drove away.

This time, all the evil cultivators in the Jindan stage came back together, adding up to at least a dozen people.

The prisoners brought back also have some spoils of war, and the supplies of the Yuanying ancestors have not been divided yet.

I am a fake, the weakest, and I am weak when I come. Of course, I will try to learn as much as possible about the movements in the city.

At least the familiar ones among the prisoners must be fished out.

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