Meng Yi's heart was in turmoil, but he thanked her calmly on the surface, and then asked:
"I'd like to know about the Spellweaver. What's the price?"
"Two hundred thousand." The old bastard made the offer and added:
"It's just general information. You know it's impossible to get any detailed information."
"make a deal."
As the old bastard spoke, Meng Yi felt a little relieved.
The Weaver was not as powerful as he thought, or at least that was the case in Jing'an City.
As a powerful righteous god, the Blood Priest has followers spread across nineteen human cities.
Just talking about Jing'an City, the strongest weavers are only three at the 1st level.
Upon hearing this news, Meng Yi couldn't help but interrupt the old man, "Why are there so few high-level weavers?"
The old bastard gave him a strange look and said, "What's so strange about that? There are only a few high-level divinely blessed people."
Yes, Meng Yi nodded slightly. Judging from the fact that the higher the level of the divine beings, the more inhuman their performance becomes, it is indeed impossible for humans to have too many high-level divine beings.
In addition, the population is small and the gods are numerous...
The old bastard continued, "Besides, the Law Weavers aren't evenly distributed across the nineteen cities."
Meng Yi nodded repeatedly, signaling the other party to continue.
The general situation described by the old bastard was actually quite detailed. At least Meng Yi now knew the names of the three first-level weavers.
Yu Bin, Zheng Wu, and Guo Quan.
He even thoughtfully provided portraits of the three people.
Okay, okay, that's pretty accurate indeed.
Meng Yi remembered the appearance of these three people clearly.
"Although I don't know what they want you to do, but don't worry. The Weavers won't bully the weak. Besides, Jing'an City has millions of people, but how many Weavers are there?"
The old bastard comforted him: "It will be difficult for them to find you."
Meng Yi doesn't think so. He has seized the power of the Blood Sacrifice Master...
Why?
Then again, he seemed to have fallen into a misconception.
He is a god, and others don’t know him!
The Spellweavers may pay attention to the God-favored ones under the Scarlet King, but they will never regard the God-favored ones as the culprits who plundered the divine power.
That's what the Scarlet King did!
It wasn’t Meng Yi who did it.
These are two different matters. The Weavers will pursue the followers of the "evil god" who offend their own gods, but the intensity of this will be far greater than he had imagined before.
The Blood Sacrifice Master is a righteous god, and he will not target a mere person with divine grace.
The three weavers I met for the first time were special cases, as they were on an exploratory mission.
It seems that I was overly worried. No wonder the weavers seemed to be indifferent to my pursuit.
For them, are it rare to see believers of evil gods who engage in plundering?
Meng Yi turned his head to avoid a wine glass, and the sounds of "Drink! Drink! Drink!" and the clanging sounds of fighting continued from behind him.
He organized his words and asked, "Those people who came from the Pure City a few days ago, do you know where they settled?"
"Who exactly is it?" The old bastard chuckled. "Different people, different prices."
This answer... the other party should only focus on the God-Blessed, which is not surprising. Meng Yi asked: "Did they separate?"
Then I realized that we were just fleeing together and we were not a "big family", so how could we stay together all the time?
He coughed and said, "Luan Shan."
Just find the one who takes the lead.
"That knight, he really doesn't know what to do." The old bastard couldn't help but sigh when he saw that there was no money to be made.
Meng Yi looked at the old bastard in surprise, he actually didn't know what was going on.
Seeing this look in his eyes, the old bastard could only explain: "How could I be so powerful? They just entered the city not long ago..."
"You don't know Luanshan, but you know other gods."
The old bastard just asked who it was, which means he knows the whereabouts of at least one person.
Meng Yi thought for a moment, "Who do you know?"
"Um...Mu Zhishang."
This is the ascetic!
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