"I heard that demons are very cunning. They never go to big cities where strong men are in charge. They only target some remote villages and small towns. Many places have already suffered disaster."
"It is said that no one left behind by the demons survived, so the news has not been spread for a long time."
"I also heard about this. One of my relatives' neighbor's cousin was massacred where he lived."
"First it was the White Walkers, and now it's the demons. Is this world really in chaos?"
"..."
The people who gathered around were talking about the bounty. .??.
Among these sounds, Zi Chen heard a voice and turned to look to the side.
A young man in tattered robes held a broken knife in his hand, and beside him was a wooden sign with the word "recruitment" crookedly written on it.
"Recruit strong men and hunt monsters together."
There was a fat man next to him, shouting, and some people had gathered around him.
"We know where the monster is. As long as we follow us, we will definitely find the monster."
The fat man swears by it, but the people around him obviously don't believe it.
The reward order states very clearly that as long as the demon is killed, five million spiritual coins will be rewarded, and there is no limit to the number of people.
In other words, no matter if one person kills the monster together, ten people together, or even if a hundred people surround and kill it, everyone's reward will not be less.
More people gathered around.
"As long as the registration fee is 10,000 spirit coins, we will naturally take you there." The fat man saw that there were more people and said again.
But as soon as these words came out, there were sneers all around.
"Little fat man, are you crazy about money? The registration fee is 10,000, why don't you grab it?"
"You dare to come here to cheat, do you want to die?"
Listening to the accusations around him, the young man said nothing. The fat man pointed at the young man's weapon and said loudly: "See, my brother just had a chance to fight a monster not long ago, and now the weapon is in two halves.
Why do you think we need money? Of course it is to buy heavy troops to kill monsters."
The fat man patted his chest and said, "If you don't believe me, forget it. But if you do, and I didn't lead you to find the monster, then how about giving you my head?"
The young man who had been silent said: "And mine."
Such a scene moved many people around.
Some people continued to laugh, obviously thinking that the two of them were acting.
"Recruit people, recruit people, and hunt the monsters together. The registration fee is 10,000. If you can't find the monster, I, Zhu Liren, will give you your head!" The fat man's voice became louder and louder, and more and more people were around him.
"What kind of strength is that demon?" One person looked at the young man.
The young man said expressionlessly: "I guess it's Chengshan."
"What state are you in?"
"The sixth level of enlightenment.
"
"You had a fight with a demon?"
"No, I was just lucky enough to save my life."
The young man spoke very little, but everyone could see the strong hatred hidden under his cold expression.
Wang Yiling turned to look at Zi Chen, "Is this true... or is it false?"
Anyway, she couldn't see the flaw.
Zi Chen pushed through the crowd and walked forward, looking at the young man, "What do you call him?"
"My name is Zhu Liren, and this is my brother Liang Shui." The fat man said proactively: "It's the 'Liang Shui' who drinks cold water to stuff his teeth."
Zi Chen nodded and looked at Liang Shui, "I don't have ten thousand spirit coins, but I have a sword. Can I exchange it for two places?"
Zi Chen took out a sword. The blade was full of light and sharpness, and it looked like it was not an ordinary sword.
The fat man's eyes lit up instantly and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, of course."
As long as you are not blind, you can naturally see that the long sword in front of you is worth a lot of money.
But even a blind man can sense extraordinary weather through his breath.
Unexpectedly, Liang Shui shook his head, "No, I just want spiritual money."
The fat man glared at Liang Shui and lowered his voice, "Are you stupid? Just take it, sell it, and then buy what you want."
The young man was very persistent and shook his head again, "I only want spiritual money, ten thousand per person."
"Why?" Zi Chen was curious.
"It's just an opportunity. Ten thousand souls is already high. Moreover, this is not a chance. Death is greater than life." The young man said truthfully.
Zi Chen smiled, put away his sword, and took out the two bags of spiritual money he had prepared, "Well, for your honesty, I want two places."
The fat man quickly took it and counted it carefully. Although the number was correct, his expression was very depressed.
In fact, someone should be happy when someone pays money, but Zhu Liren couldn't be happy at all.
He accepted the money bag and glared at the useless young man before saying to Zi Chen, "Okay, you have two spots."
Ten thousand spirit coins is nothing to Zi Chen.
His mentality at the moment is that he would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist.
Among the crowd, some people still sneered, obviously thinking that Zi Chen and the two of them were in the same group. This was actually a very low-level double act.
But there are others who choose to believe it and start paying money.
The fat man looked at these money bags and smiled again on his face.
"The demon has Chengshan's cultivation. I actually guessed that it might be stronger. The reason why I can come back is not because of my hard luck, but just luck.
Well, you may not be able to come back next time, so you'd better think about it."
Seeing more and more people paying money, Liang Shui reminded him loudly, ignoring the warning look from the fat man.
Zi Chen asked: "Since you know you can't come back, why do you insist on going again?"
The young man's answer was only two words, "Revenge!"
Zi Chen said nothing more.
So more people came to pay, some of whom were not as advanced as the young people, and they were obviously here to win.
"enough."
Forty people have signed up, and the young people have collected enough money for weapons.
The fat man said: "We agreed that if you have enough, the rest is mine."
The young man nodded, "I only want 400,000."
"Friends, as the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. As long as we all join hands, we can't kill even one demon that may not even be Chengshan?" The fat man looked at the crowd.
The young man reminded: "It's not Chengshan, it might be Shenmen."
Many people's faces turned pale. If it was Shenmen, it would be a dead end.
Those who have paid the money and have a low level are already feeling uneasy now.
"Haha, isn't my brother's joke good?" The fat man laughed, "If it's really a divine door, then that's fine, there's no need for luck at all."
No matter how lucky a Qi Ling is, he will never be able to survive from the hands of Shenmen.
The fat man's statement is quite reasonable.
So under the fat man's rhetoric, more people took out their money.
Soon the number of people exceeded one hundred.
Obviously, the fat man took the rest of the money alone.
By the end, there were more than 200 people.
The fat man was very happy, he really made a lot of money this time, but he didn't dare to take the money and run away, because many people were watching him.
To be continued...