My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

"Go to see Mo Wuzhou?" Chen Mu made his voice calm and gentle, but there was something creepy in his tone.

Shang Huan's heart was awe-inspiring, and he could not help but obediently say, "Yes!"

"Because of the insect repellent fragrance?" Chen Mu continued to ask warmly.

Shang Huan's scalp tightened: "Yes!"

Why is this Gongsun Sheng so clear...

"I'm curious why I know so clearly?" Chen Mu suddenly said with a playful expression.

Shang Huan froze all of a sudden.

Chen Mu quietly controlled the concentric cable to activate synaesthesia.

hum!

A strange heavy feeling suddenly appeared in Shang Huan's mind.

It was as if someone was suddenly behind his back, and the other party's eyes were looking at him condescendingly.

"Haha..." Chen Mu chuckled lightly.

Shang Huan was suddenly sweaty.

Seven Sons Concentric Gu? !

I will say that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

No wonder the Wushan Seven Brothers are so honest.

It turned out that this thing not only greatly increased the strength of the host, but also completely handed himself over to others.

He can control his own life at will, and can monitor what he sees and hears through Tongxin Gu.

This……

Thinking that his every move might be monitored by Gongsun Sheng, Shang Huan suddenly sweated like rain!

I secretly scold him for his perverted thing... Won't be found out? !

Done!

...

Seeing Shang Huan's pale face and nervousness, Chen Mu immediately retracted the Concentric Mantra with satisfaction.

Now, this dead fat man should not doubt my identity.

There are not many people who know the details of the deworming incense.

Don't let this fat man think of me.

He glanced at the patrol photo in black lying on the ground. Chen Mu couldn't help sighing.

Wealth and silk move people's hearts, and there is no place without this kind of people who are greedy for profit.

It's just a deworming scent. If you want to sell the higher profit Mu Linglang... it's not easy.

Black smoke rolled, and Wu Lie, who died on the ground, was immediately swallowed up by the five ghosts moving the mountain.

Shang Huan, who was still thinking nonsense, twitched his heart and suddenly recovered.

Looking up, he saw a large scroll of slap floating in front of him out of thin air.

blah blah blah...

With a strange noise, a dark little wooden horse jumped down in front of him.

The little black horse had a white spot on the center of his eyebrows, and stared at him calmly and eerily like his eyes.

"Are you going to see Mo Wuzhou? It just so happens that I have something good to give him."

"Mu Linglang, a magic weapon to detect horses, one hundred white jade."

"Tell Mo Wuzhou to give him 20% of the profit, and I'll use his reputation."

Chen Mu looked at Shang Huan calmly.

"You can do it, right?"

To the devil!

Shang Huan couldn't help scolding her mother.

I'm just a small disciple of the lower courtyard, how can I influence Mo Wuzhou's decision!

The matter of repellent incense has not been settled, let alone Mu Linglang, who looks like a big business!

Shang Huan was uneasy in his heart, and his face was full of confusion.

"Mr. Gongsun, Senior Brother Mo and I are not familiar with each other, if the other party doesn't agree."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Muwen smiled and said, "You can talk."

"Agreed, he will get 20% of the profit in vain."

"If you don't agree?" Shang Huan asked tentatively.

Do not agree? If you don't agree, you won't sell it. How else can it be.

Chen Mu thought so in his heart. The voice was calm and indifferent: "I just informed him."

"I don't agree, hehe..."

Shang Huan's scalp suddenly became numb.

This is to rub off on Brother Mo's name.

In case something goes wrong.

Meeting the other party's calm eyes, Shang Huan's heart suddenly became awe-inspiring.

This Mr. Gongsun is not even afraid of Senior Brother Mo?

Can he solve any situation brought about by Brother Mo's resistance? !

hiss……

Shang Huan felt a headache.

trouble!

Brother Mo and Gongsun Sheng clashed. Sandwiched in the middle, you will definitely finish playing!

"Senior Brother Mo must be persuaded!"

...

The fourth team of the wasteland reclamation team in Yiyou District.

Two burly men with a height of 1.9 meters, sneakily approached the two night watchmen who were nodding and dozing off.

In the bonfire that has no open flames, only scarlet charcoal is left shining red.

Just when the two reached out their hands, ready to break the Night's Watchman's neck.

An invisible force suddenly descended.

The two big men stared at each other, instinctively trying to struggle, but they were like mosquitoes that fell into the amber, unable to move at all.

Then he was lifted up out of thin air by an invisible force, and flew silently into the dark jungle.

A breeze blows.

One of the two night watchmen woke up.

"Someone just now?"

"You fell asleep!"

"That might have been a dream."

...

In the jungle, black smoke billowed.

The two strong men disappeared, following in Wu Lie's footsteps.

"Fortunately, it's not far away, and fortunately, I found it in time, otherwise this Shang Huan would really become a dead fat man tonight."

Had to kill again. Chen Mu sighed.

"You can't see death without help."

That fat man just gave him a big jar of white jade money.

"I don't know if Mo Wuzhou will agree." Chen Mu regretted a little.

What should I do if I get coveted?

This time the action is a bit risky after all.

But thinking of the high price of the congealing method, Chen Mu had to make plans early.

"Well, you can sell less."

"Only selling ten or eight will not cause too much trouble."

...

The second wasteland reclamation team in Yiyou District.

Chen Mu was wearing a gray coat, with a yellow leather gourd hanging around his waist, and a door guillotine in his right hand.

With a wave of his right hand, he chopped off a large tree with a swish.

He didn't rush to find Shang Huan, and he didn't have to use the same mind to get his senses. He honestly stayed in the wasteland reclamation team and chopped trees.

Not far from his side, Old Hao leaned against a fallen tree, skillfully fishing and being lazy.

Beside him, there were two or three old men leaning against tree trunks, smoking and chatting.

Old Hao let out a breath of white smoke and waved to Chen Mu: "Xiao Mu, come and rest for a while. Let the bugs gnaw the grass and let's continue."

Chen Mu was fluent in kindness, carrying the door guillotine and approached.

Regarding the matter of cutting down trees to open up wasteland, Pengyue Mountain has no clear indicators.

Just make sure to move forward every day.

These old fritters can naturally mix. Anyway, no matter how fast or how much you cut, Pengyueshan will give you that money for a month.

And if you want to earn more, you can only go ahead and take risks. But that money is not easy to make.

Chen Mu came to the side of several people, nodded to say hello, and rested on the tree trunk.

He untied the yellow gourd tied around his waist.

Glancing at everyone, the herbal tea that had been iced by the soul-fixing stake in the five ghost bags was moved into the gourd while no one was paying attention.

Meimei took a sip of refreshing herbal tea, and Chen Mu's attention was attracted by the conversation of several people.

"I heard that people are dead again." An old man with gray hair but with knotted muscles frowned as he fanned himself with a large knife on the door.

"How can alien beasts be so easy to kill. Dead people are not normal." A tall and thin old man on the other side interfaced.

"But you didn't realize that there are more and more dead people recently?" the gray-haired old man worried.

"With dozens of miles of land reclamation, it is said that the surrounding beasts are almost killed, right?" Old Hao was smoking a cigarette.

"It is said that because there is no Leng Yuechan's shock, the alien beasts in the distance are running over."

"Maybe... there will be a beast tide!" The muscular old man whispered.

"Are you thinking too much?" One of them couldn't help but retort.

"It's hard to say..."

"Beast tide?" Chen Mu's expression couldn't help changing.

He couldn't help thinking that he was in the Tongtianhe Lower Court.

At that time, there was also a beast tide that attacked the lower house.

That danger is not ordinary big.

buzzing...

A deep Weng Ming interrupted Chen Mu's memory.

A group of gray bugs rushed forward on the ground like a wave.

Wherever he goes, nothing grows.

Low shrubs, man-tall weeds, tangled, winding vines, all chewed up.

The dense forest filled with dense vegetation suddenly became refreshing, and only one towering tree remained.

Chen Mu took a sip of herbal tea and tied the yellow gourd around his waist.

"You have to be prepared."