"I only want things that are useful to me right now, like my house is currently being renovated."
Xu Mu looked at Yue Wangshu and said, "How about I borrow your angle grinder?"
Yue Wangshu's expression froze for a moment, but she remained calm. "From the moment we met until now, everything you've said has been shameless, but it all points to one central theme: you're quite interested in me."
Xu Mu remained calm, awaiting further explanation.
"But you might be disappointed. Do you know how old I am? According to the average person in your Yanhuang culture, I should be old enough to be your grandmother."
Yue Wangshu smiled faintly.
"Alright, enough joking. Of course I know you're not young, but according to the age of your race, you're definitely not."
Xu Mu walked over and extended his hand, "Just as you said, an eighth-grade rare treasure, plus a favor."
"Okay, deal!"
Yue Wangshu and Xu Mu held hands.
...
Behind the ruins.
The fighting was even more intense than at the front. The people of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races wanted to escape, but the ancestor had already spoken.
Whoever tries to escape will die.
There were already many corpses in the distance. Some of them tried to escape, while others refused to drink the poisoned wine, but they were all mercilessly killed.
A plump old man with short white hair was one of the ancestors of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races.
His name is Wolffire.
"Everyone, please wait here patiently. The exit will appear soon. As for the wine, we will still drink it. Although I am the patriarch, there are still some things I need to say."
Wolffire scanned the surroundings. "Over the years, our Valley of Ten Thousand Races has become a mixed bag, almost synonymous with dishonesty. It is precisely because of this that Mr. Soul asked us to drink. All of this is the result of our own actions."
“That’s right. With us here, Mr. Hun won’t dare to do anything to you. Just focus on doing his work, and the antidote will definitely be provided.”
Another elderly man with a scar on his head chimed in.
He is another ancestor of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races, Xiang Tian.
They were surrounded by elders from the Valley of Ten Thousand Races.
Shi Fumeng was among these people. She looked into the distance at the person feeding her wine, who was getting closer and closer. Her heart was pounding, and she was extremely nervous.
She didn't want to drink this stuff; if she did, she would become a prisoner of the Immortal Life Research Institute.
Mr. Hun said that he would give him the antidote if he helped him do two things.
But who knows if they'll actually give it to us in the end?
Having lived in the Valley of Ten Thousand Races for so long, her first thought was that she would absolutely not give it to them.
Rather than being controlled by the King's Soul, Shi Fumeng would rather fulfill Xu Mu's daydreams.
But now it's too late; she can't reach Xu Mu by phone here.
"I don't want to drink this stuff! Ancestor, our Valley of Ten Thousand Races is a power with a history of thousands of years. How can we compromise with the Institute of Immortality?"
A middle-aged man with a thick beard stepped forward from the crowd. "Why don't we fight the sanitation workers? Even if we die, we'll die with dignity!"
Wolffire glanced at the man and said calmly, "You talk a big game, then go ahead and try. How about I leave Wei Jingzhi to you?"
"I……"
brush!
A sharp red sword pierced through the bearded man's neck in an instant, and he fell to the ground on the spot.
“You don’t understand our good intentions at all. We want you to live, not die.”
Wolffire looked around and said.
"Hey beautiful, here's your bowl."
A bald man placed a bowl in front of Shi Fumeng.
Her eyes were red and tears kept falling. Why was her life so miserable?
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