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920. Temporarily concluded a deal

"I know part of it, but I guess... you just seemed to be controlled by the tattoo on your body. I can believe that this was not your intention, but... your influence on me now is too great."

Wen Ranran pointed her sword at the other party, with a hint of unbearability in her eyes.

Sang Zhi collapsed on the ground and looked at Wen Ranran.

"Don't you want to know... what exactly is on my body and what is their purpose?"

Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows, "Give me a reason to believe it?"

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and then said solemnly, "I swear on my behalf as a member of the Black Snake Tribe! If I had even the slightest intention to kill you before, I would definitely have my heart eaten by thousands of ants, and I would not die a good death!"

When he said this, Sang Zhi's eyebrows shone slightly with golden light.

Wen Ranran looked at the golden light and understood a little bit. The grassland people regarded their tribe's totems and oaths as extremely important. Therefore, when they swore an oath to their tribe, they should have some power of faith.

"Okay, I believe you for now!" Wen Ranran took back her sword and then looked at Sang Zhi again.

"I... let me tell you this, Ji Xuyuan and I are in a state of learning from each other. There is a transaction between us!" Sang Zhi tilted his head and said awkwardly.

Learn from each other? Trade?

"In other words, after you learn his painting skills, and after you have mastered it, you will give him your strange method of killing people with paintings?"

Sang Zhi nodded.

"As a saint of the Black Snake Tribe, I stay here for three months almost every winter. In fact, what we learn is more than just using paintings to kill people. This is just the first step."

"Then what else are you studying?"

Sang Zhi stuck out his tongue, "I don't know either. According to legend, the sacred object that the Black Snake clan believes in is a magic pen. It is said that as long as the magic pen is in hand, everything on the painting can be

It all comes true!”

All come true? If only there were such good things in this world!

Wen Ranran couldn't help but curl her lips, but looking at Sang Zhi's serious eyes, it was difficult to expose the other party's superstition.

"You don't know that our Black Snake tribe has extremely few people. What's more, east of Pingzhou, it is the most bitterly cold place year after year. Countless people freeze to death every year, and how many people freeze to death! During the severe cold, the snow

It can hit someone’s head directly!”

"In the early years, when there were still trade exchanges, you Central Plains people would also buy and sell some strange things, such as firewood, horses, and grain... Later, the grain trade was cut off, and how many people froze to death and starved to death... Xuan She

and squirrels, the poorest tribe!"

Sang Zhi's voice had a hint of sadness and grievance.

Wen Ranran didn't know what to say.

A nation, hungry and cold day after day with nothing to seek, finally chose to believe in superstition...

Although she didn't fully understand it, Wen Ranran knew that if the snow fell so heavily every winter, basically no animals would appear, and countless people would starve to death in it.

No wonder……

Wen Ranran pursed her lips and finally put away her sword.

"I promise you that within three years, Rongguo will be open to internal trade. By then, your life will be easier!"

Sang Zhi's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Hmm... I guess so. What's the big deal, let my husband make the decision?"

"Then as a thank you, I won't tell the city lord your identity!"

"That's the best, thanks!"

Wen Ranran also said more to her. After all, whether the other party said it or not, it no longer mattered.

Because of yesterday's lobbying by one party, Ji Tong has now agreed to cooperate with several parties to open the gates of Youzhou City and allow them to garrison troops.

Of course, "Wen Ranran" and "Tao Yuanyuan" who are now in charge of the Youzhou army were formed by Feng Qi and Dong Qing who had just arrived from Lingnan.

I don't know if anything will happen tomorrow... Wen Ranran sighed and looked at the bright moon by the window.


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