He began to cut the scalp with blood splashing.
Zhang Xier jumped up and down, cursing him, "Suo Mingcheng, you bastard! You made my car dirty!"
"Hey?" Suo Mingcheng kept talking and talking. "I'm warning you, I'm a sixth-level expert, so please be polite."
"I'm being polite, you big-headed ghost!" Zhang Xier was not afraid at all, "If you have the guts, give me a knife and see if the judge can deal with you.
You blind one-eyed man, wash my car later!"
While the two of them were arguing, in the van, Meng Wenhui stuck his head out, his cartoon eyes swept over Meng Yi and the others, his expression calm.
Meng Yi naturally noticed it as well. It seemed that Wen Hui was the new external brain that the Judgment Department had assigned to Suo Mingcheng?
He casually said goodbye to Zhang Xier and the others, not caring whether they listened or not, and turned and left with Cen Qiyun.
Not long after the three of them started walking, the light of the formation above the city went out again.
I don’t know how long this famine will last in Jing’an City.
Meng Yi gave the three daggers in his hand to Xu Qingsong and Cen Qiyun.
"You just happen to be in need of close combat weapons. These knives are pretty good."
He extended a flesh and blood tentacle from his left hand, and then swung the S-shaped dagger in his right hand.
Cut off the tentacles relatively easily.
Feeling the pain, Meng Yi frowned slightly, "See, it's okay.
You can find someone to add a handle to the knife, it shouldn’t be expensive.”
Cen Qiyun asked softly: "Are you not in pain?"
Meng Yi was stunned. Does it hurt?
It doesn't hurt much...
Never mind that for now.
He continued:
"According to Zhang Xier, this bottle of blood essence is worth 200,000 yuan. We'll split it among the three of us... Well, there's another one tomorrow, so we'll calculate it together later."
"Oh right." He looked at Xu Qingsong, "Who killed that evil god believer on the rooftop just now? You or Zhang Xier and the others?"
"It's me."
Xu Qingsong put away the short knife he was examining. "Hmm... He probably saw that I was weak, so he tried to deal with me first despite the attacks from Zhang Xier and Sister Yun..."
He said a few words briefly, "In the end, I cut his throat with a wind blade."
Meng Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this. This kid is really capable. If he guessed correctly, the man with two knives on his body should be an eighth-level divine being.
Or killing his subordinates...
So to speak, my "investment" in Xu Qingsong has already started to make a profit.
This is a good start. In the future, there will be more and more people with divine grace under my command. Wouldn’t it be possible to make money even without doing anything?
He nodded approvingly and asked Xu Qingsong to come over tomorrow afternoon to divide the money. Then the three of them parted ways.
It was already late at night at Meng Yi's house. He habitually slipped into the second bedroom and locked the door.
Lying on the bed, a thought came to my mind.
Above the red fog, a hint flashed before Meng Yi's eyes.
【Seize three portions of the power of the ninth level gift. 】
One is the Killing Believer, one should be the Weaver that Xu Qingsong killed yesterday, and where did the other one come from?
Meng Yi felt strange. Could it be Wenhui? It was not impossible. He had just taken action.
【Seize two portions of the eighth-level gift of power. 】
Two eighth-level killing believers.
[Obtain a ninth-order extraordinary power. ]
This is the extraordinary material that I intercepted.
[The number of believers that can be increased: 70]
[Currently available grants: 1 eighth-level, 1/3 ninth-level]
He looked at the number of his followers.
【322/329】
Should we increase the upper limit of believers? Or should we promote another eighth-level divine favored one?
Meng Yi frowned and thought for a while, and decided to make a decision after exchanging the money in his hands for materials containing extraordinary power.
I should be more relaxed at this time.
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