My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Another five days later.

Trade in the jungle of Mu Linglang.

"Gongsun Sheng is really bold. How dare you buy out all the materials for the spirit-inducing paste?!" Mo Wuzhou sighed.

"He's willing to give me such a lucrative exclusive deal?" Mo Wuzhou looked suspicious.

"How dare we rob the lower court for money." Shang Huan smiled.

No way to let it go.

The sudden attack last time still left him with lingering fears.

Fortunately, my boss is strong. Otherwise he will be dead that night!

"You dare not, do I dare?" Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes.

In other words, he had a good teacher. Otherwise, it is estimated that he will have to be sent to the hunting group, how can he stay on the mountain and practice with peace of mind like now.

"I can go and help you contact the General Council."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo." Shang Huan smiled: "After this is done, there must be a heavy thank you."

"Didn't you guys originally plan to give me this deal?" Mo Wuzhou glared at Shang Huan, "Just want me to be the middleman?"

"Senior Brother Mo, you think too much." Shang Huan smiled.

Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes: "Wait."

...

three days later.

The fourth land reclamation in Yiyou District is in the dense forest outside the camp.

"Mr. Gongsun, the handover with the General Council has been completed." Shang Huan respectfully handed Chen Mu a mustard talisman.

Under the mask, Chen Mu couldn't help but smile on his still puffy face.

"Let's keep that part of you?" Chen Mu took it and asked.

"Stay!" Shang Huan's eyes were full of excitement.

Although the past two months have been hard and thrilling, the money I made is really a lot!

Just as Chen Mu wanted to leave, he paused and couldn't help but point out: "There are still people behind the dead person, and there are hidden dangers after all."

"Be quiet for a while and practice meditation."

"Your strength is a little out of place."

When using Qi Po Gui Yuan, this fat man has the smallest jade seed.

"Yes!" Shang Huan respectfully clasped his fists. He also has such plans.

Although the battle that night was short, the intensity of the battle made him tremble, and the aftermath of the strong wind could overturn him.

Seeing the seriousness of Shang Huan's promise, Chen Mu nodded slightly.

But I can't let this fat man make a fool of himself.

After thinking about it, Chen Mu did not continue to warn.

The big deal is to activate the seven souls and return to the original, and directly suck the mind of this fat man.

Even if he is let down for a few days, he can't be tossed anymore.

...

Holding the Moon Mountain, Leng Yuetan, the residence of the School of Biography.

Fu Zi sat behind the counter at the entrance of the Tibetan Sutra Cave, holding a scroll of jade slips and looking at it carefully.

"Before Zhang Duguan disappeared, he seemed to be looking for spirit paste." A middle-aged man in his forties said respectfully in front of the counter.

Fu Zi raised his eyelids slightly: "It can't be used much."

He had clearly said that he was concentrating on searching for and guiding alien beasts, but Zhang Jin still held on to Mu Linglang.

The middle-aged man continued: "The sale of spirit-inducing paste has been presided over by Sun Duguan of the General Affairs Council."

"He may be a breakthrough, and he should be able to find out who was selling spirit-inducing syrup before."

"The disappearance of Zhang Duguan should be related to those people."

"Well." Fu Zi nodded slightly, thought for a while and asked, "Can you be sure which direction he was moving in before he disappeared?"

Middle-aged man: "It's generally within the scope of the A and B districts."

Fu Zi was silent for a while and sighed.

"Let's do this first."

"It's not because of Zhang Jin's personal reasons that the plan that has been arranged for so long can't be broken."

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bowed his head and responded.

...

With the input of Mu Linglang. The hunting team in front was searching and killing alien beasts more and more quickly.

Every day, they can move forward for several miles, and the wasteland reclamation group behind them has to speed up.

The farther away from Pongyue Mountain, the larger the area to be cleared, and the manpower of the hunting group is somewhat insufficient.

There are loopholes between the defense lines, and alien beasts rushed into the defense line several times.

Several unfortunate wasteland reclamation teams were affected.

Time flies, and January flies by quickly.

After a few cold rains, the weather quickly turned cooler, and the leaves gradually dried up and turned yellow.

This made many disciples in the lower house feel fresh.

In the past, in the Tongtianhe Lower Court, the four seasons were like spring, and the autumn and winter scenes were rare.

...

At night, in the Yiyou District of Pengyue Mountain.

Chen Mu jumped out of the underground room and ended his practice today.

Bring up the gray wall to view.

Fire Cloud Mantra: 2111/10000/level 2;

Driving: 2936/10000/first order;

Three Yin Slaughter Hex: 1953/10000/Tier 3;

"I don't know when this wasteland will be a head." Too much delay in brushing experience.

During the day, either cutting down trees or moving them, there is almost no time.

It was nine o'clock when he came back in the evening, and after the four hours of sleep, he only had four hours to use for his liver.

The Fire Cloud Mantra and the Sanyin Slaughtering Demon were given half each, but it was still not enough.

It was like before, as long as he finished cleaning up the yellow buds, he would have a whole day to practice leisurely.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu couldn't help turning his head to look at Huang Yami Tiandi next to the wooden house.

Withered yellow spots appeared on the leaves, the top ears were dry, and the grass in the ground was taller than the yellow bud rice.

"This season's yellow bud rice is over."

"The price of yellow bud rice will definitely increase this year!"

The lower house ordered the opening of the mountain, and the money it gave was indeed a lot.

But because of the shortage of supplies, the price of everything in Pengyue Mountain is going up except for the meat of exotic animals.

"Isn't that bit of wages paid back to the lower court?"

"There are great talents in the General Council." Chen Mu sighed.

It is difficult to save a lot of money by working for the lower house!

"Fortunately, I still have a skill."

Black smoke filled the air, and a brown square wooden box appeared in front of him.

This is all the gains from a series of sales of Mu Linglang and Yin Lingjiao in the past three months.

Although he had counted it several times, Chen Mu couldn't help but count it again.

"Twenty-seven thousand one hundred and twenty-five! Hehe..."

The feeling of counting money is so satisfying!

Although the process is very dangerous, it is a lot to earn!

Mu Linglang earned 24,000, and Shang Huan monopolized the spirit-inducing paste, turning the 8,000 white jade into 12,000.

Chen Mu left 2,000 to Shang Huan and Wushan's six siblings, and he got 2,000 for himself.

In addition to the dividends of insect repellent fragrance, Chen Mu's net worth has really skyrocketed.

If he was still in Tongtianhe Lower Court, he would definitely spend a whole day in Hongxiufang.

Maybe he will follow the boat to the Tianhe Shuifu to see the world.

"such a pity."

Holding the moon in the mountains and valleys, you can only change the way to eat the meat of foreign animals to add meals to yourself.

...

The cool breeze blowing, Chen Mu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The smell of the long-lost autumn made him clear his head.

More than a month later, I am still excited to see a box of deposits.

But the thought of wanting to buy, buy, and buy flowers has finally diminished.

"Fortunately, this is not the Tongtianhe Lower Court. Otherwise, I should regret it now."

After all, he still has to save money to buy the Condensing Aperture Secret Technique.

Think about the secret method of condensing orifices that started with 100,000. Chen Mu felt a lot of pressure.

Black smoke filled the air.

A fist-sized, pale-white hollow bone ball appeared in the right hand.

A palm is the size of a palm, and the pitch-black moon blade appears in the left hand.

"Yin and Yang are wrong?"

"Good stuff!"

Whether it is the pitch-black moon blade, it can easily cut through the black smoke of the spirit armor and the sharpness of the shield of aura.

It was the hollow bone ball's strong defense that blocked his heavy bombardment, which made him envious.

"This thing is unusual, and it is estimated that many people know it." Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.

"But practice still needs to be practiced. Master it first and then talk about it."

Sharp attack, strong defense.

Critical moments can save lives.