Chapter 146 Demon Cult Farming

Elder Gongsun and the others couldn't do anything to him, so I joined them in trying to persuade him. No matter how powerful his magic power was, it would still be dangerous as long as he used it for a long time.

Wan'er's martial arts was of little help, and the masked man's methods were very unusual.

Although the masked men invited me to go with them, the Demon Cult must stay here.

Ximen Wuhen personally inspected the maze and found that several key mechanisms had been destroyed by traitors and could no longer be repaired.

The maze is effectively useless, and the headquarters area will no longer be safe.

The Demonic Cult without the protection of the maze is likely to become fat in the eyes of some people.

But today's churchgoers are still not used to life without the Maze. Generations of people have lived under the protection of the Maze, and they no longer know what it's like to be ready for a bloody storm.

Neither the martial arts hall nor the people responsible for training the "armed" believers have any experience in group fighting.

Wutang's assassins would only go out occasionally to carry out assassination missions, or one or a few people would go out secretly. They had never participated in a battle involving hundreds or thousands of people.

It is really outrageous for Ximen Wuhen to leave at this time.

I nodded, indicating that I knew this, and motioned for him to continue.

It doesn't matter if some people come here occasionally, I'm just afraid of a large-scale raid.

From choosing the right person to practice, to leaving it to a trusted person to practice.

The four courtyards are still the focus of protection, although I don’t know what the functions of the things in this courtyard are.

If I hadn't informed them in advance and used special means to protect them, they knew exactly what would happen to them once the kerosene was ignited.

The weather is getting colder, all the doors and windows are closed, and the plants in the courtyard are losing their leaves. In the autumn season, Hall Master Xiao is sweating on his forehead.

With their efforts, the mangroves became the firewood pile of the demonic cult.

But as the maze was erected, martial arts changed from "weapons" to luxuries, rewards, and rare resources.

Ximen Wuhen took the cartoon version of Wan'er's portrait and left anxiously.

"If you hesitate any more, I'll make your head move."

I have the capital for farming. Now money is not the problem, the main thing is people.

It is the same as the emperor's morning court meeting, but if there is no important matter, the leader will not go to the meeting hall to work.

But for people in the Demon Cult to protect it from generation to generation, it should be a very important thing.

Ximen Wuhen established the position of deputy leader, and they also approved it.

The world is so big, who knows where they went.

Not to mention the servants who were bought casually. If they couldn't survive, no one would come in as a servant just for a meal.

So they did not disappear on the day of the rebellion.

The colors of the fireworks to signal that something is wrong or abnormal is detected are different from those used to signal that it is safe.

Servants can also be paid according to their work. They receive salaries like everyone else, and they are equally excited.

There are also people who take a wait-and-see attitude and want to see whether the results are good or bad.

"Deputy leader, I, my subordinate... have something to do..."

"Tell me if you have anything to say." I asked him to come in, not just to see his round, red face.

But our mother-in-law's family is even more afraid that she will never come back. I don't trust the masked people. Even if they tell the truth, I still don't feel at ease.

I injected healing energy into him, not just a trace, but a large amount.

He has a domineering name, but he is actually a gentle person.

Not to mention that occupational diseases are difficult to cure, Nan Jiu and Yue Ba can obviously work on the table, but they insist on hiding under the table, on top of the beam, in the corners, and perform their duties as secret guards.

Their original words were ‘I’m afraid it will be even harder’.

I estimate that they left the Demon Cult headquarters through other routes before the rebellion.

He said there are two of us, just one of us is enough.

The four elders don't dare to duel with me, how many heads do they have to lose?

What's more, Elder Gongsun, who watched him grow up, will definitely not be able to persuade him in the end.

Yunzhou has a new friend recently, and he is not tired of being by my side. He is very interested in being a teacher. He followed my example and made many literacy and numeracy cards to teach addicts how to read and speak.

The leader of the Dark Hall disappeared. On the day of the rebellion, everyone in the Dark Hall also disappeared.

I waved goodbye to him and watched him follow the masked man away, feeling a little worried.

Seniors teach martial arts no longer based on who has the right physique or whether they are loyal to the Demon Cult.

But when young people heard that farming can make everyone's lives better, they were a little excited.

There are no places like Poison Hall, Punishment Hall, or Dark Hall in villages and towns.

Usually, you meet your 'supervisors' in the study room of your residence.

I arranged for the guards Jia, Ding, and Xin to lead people to cut trees. The three of them are guards and have good martial arts skills. I believe they can deal with those who have not participated in labor for a long time.

Every two hours, the tower will send out a signal to the patrol. As long as the signal is sent, it means everything is safe.

Of course there are people who neither want to work nor want to live for free.

There are too many things that need to be done in the church now, so I only solve the troubles that come to me.

Fortunately, Ximen Wuhen is not so stubborn about matters related to Wan'er's safety.

If you find the little fat sheep in their mutated field, why don't you come and rob them?

He asked Cheng Fei to paint a portrait of Wan'er and take her portrait to meet his future mother-in-law, so that her mother-in-law could know what his daughter-in-law looked like.

Therefore, farming should be carried out step by step. First, some people should be separated. Those who usually have nothing to do and have nothing to do, should be selected first to open up wasteland and cultivate the land.

But Wan'er must stay. As a half-brother, I am opposed to her going out to take risks.

Cheng Fei applied to be an apprentice in the Poison Hall and work as an assistant to the new master.

The Demon Cult has no painters and not many literate people.

We'll see if it works for a while, which is the probation period.

When recruiting people, only the 'physical' test is done, there is no written test.

If they are members of the four elders, they will come back to take revenge sooner or later.

Some people left silently, while others placed hope on the future.

Anyway, there's certainly no harm in keeping them functioning properly.

Before leaving, he promised Wan'er that he would come back to marry her after seeing his mother.

They had seen with their own eyes the kerosene hidden throughout the headquarters.

Ximen Wuhen wanted to take his daughter-in-law to meet his mother-in-law, but he was worried that after this meeting, he would not know whether there would be another chance.

The patrol team was reorganized and its number was reduced by one-third.

At present, the world is in turmoil and the martial arts alliance is falling apart. Someone will definitely take advantage of the chaos and come to the Demon Sect to test the truth.

"There are no martial arts secrets in the sect. Please ask the leader to send someone to collect some more."

Until I announced it in front of everyone.

If anyone enters or exits the demonic sect that day, I will know about it.

I remembered the decoration team from Ximen Wuhen's group. They were sent to the maze formation and asked to build a few watchtowers at certain intervals.

The first person who is troubled by this matter is the new leader of Wu Tang, Xiao Weiren.

I'm very happy that they have this understanding, but I don't force them to love labor.

When something happens, send the Sky Monkey to send a message, so that the patrol team doesn't have to go there frequently to patrol.

Even evil people are sorry for his name, and he doesn't look like a villain at all.

But there were so many things waiting for me to do, and this little worry was quickly overwhelmed by work.

"Master Xiao, if you haven't thought about it well, just go back to the martial arts hall and think about it first, and don't grind your shoe soles in my yard." As the deputy leader, I can hold church meetings in the conference hall and handle church affairs.

When the four elders fought against Ximen Wuhen, no secret guard appeared to save them when their lives were in danger.

However, there is no place to spend money in the church. What they eat, drink, and wear every day are all decided by the superiors. Today, buns are being steamed in the cafeteria, so they cannot buy rice.

No matter whether the secret hall master is a member of the four elders or not, since they have run away, there is no need to send people to look for them.

There are no shops or schools here, and there are so many illiterates that the next generation will still be illiterate.

People who raise families in the Demon Sect also have no choice over what ingredients are distributed to them and what they cook.

The servant next to him, who didn't know what he was going to do, was grinning and could no longer maintain his smile.

The old man in the sect felt that this matter was not something the demon sect should do.

They might not be able to do anything to Ximen Wuhen, but Wan'er doesn't have the profound skills to protect her body. Even if Ximen Wuhen is willing to protect her with all his strength, he may not be able to protect her.
To be continued...