Chapter 413 I dropped something, River God, get out!
The convoy was moving at an astonishing speed. Fortunately, all the people who came this time were C-level or above Yincha, otherwise they would easily get injured in a car accident at such a speed.
On the way, Jiang Chen received news that the six giants who would participate in suppressing the ghost sacrifice had been confirmed.
It was the Lingbao Sect, the leader of the weapon sects. The King even specifically said that he could spend his underworld points to ask them to help repair, refine, and strengthen the weapons in his hands.
This is a great opportunity, don't miss it.
The only thing you need to note is that they are a group of unscrupulous businessmen who rely on their advanced technology to charge extremely high fees. Even a certain Yama Luo was once ripped off by them.
Upon hearing the news, the group of ghost messengers became excited.
Of course, they had heard of the name of Lingbao Sect. It was said that even many top masters from foreign official forces would travel across the ocean just to ask the weapon-making masters of Lingbao Sect to help forge or strengthen a weapon.
However, due to the busy official duties, the famous masters of Lingbao Sect are often in seclusion, painstakingly studying instruments, so it is difficult to have such an opportunity.
This time we are all comrades-in-arms.
The Yincha's combat power is high enough, and if he puts in a little more effort from time to time, with this friendship, he might be able to strengthen his own weapons at a suitable price.
Jiang Chen also looked thoughtful.
His ideas are different from everyone else's.
What he was thinking about was that since Lingbao Sect was a well-known profiteer in the world of strange people, they must have accumulated a lot of savings, right?
"But isn't it too high-profile to help a group of the most powerful weapon refiners in Jiuzhou, or even the world, to make money?"
This was his only hesitation.
"Perhaps we can conduct the transaction secretly and target important clients at the elder level, then threaten them to keep it secret. Yes, this should be possible..."
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The convoy arrived at another larger tributary of the Changhe River in a few minutes.
From a distance, Jiang Chen could see a village by the river with lights on.
This is very strange. People in the countryside usually go to bed early, and after eight o'clock all you can hear are dogs barking.
"Go and take a look."
As a man approached, he saw the village decorated with lanterns, red banners and red flowers. A group of men were busy slaughtering pigs and cleaning them, while the women were plucking chickens and ducks.
Everyone's faces fell.
They didn't need to look down to know what was about to happen.
It seems that although the agreement between the Dark Alliance and the Ghost Sacrifice lineage has not yet been fulfilled, the river gods of these tributaries are a little impatient. Since being suppressed by the underworld, they have not enjoyed a decent offering for many days.
The villagers also discovered this group of outsiders.
An old man, accompanied by several young men, came over, bowed, and said politely, "I am the village chief. Friends, you are passing by late at night and it is a happy occasion. Please come in and have a drink."
As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you.
But Jiang Chen just squinted his eyes and said, "Old man, who is your friend?"
Hearing this, some of the young men looked unhappy, and some even took out sickles and hoes and looked at the group of people coldly.
The old man quickly raised his hand to stop him and scolded him: "What are you doing! What era is this? Put your things down."
He was an experienced man and could tell at a glance that these people had extraordinary temperaments.
After saying this, he turned around and smiled apologetically: "The guest is a distinguished person, so it is only natural for him to call me old man. If you don't want to drink, do you want to stay overnight? The village will make room for you immediately."
Despite the other party's attitude, Jiang Chen remained indifferent: "Old man, stop talking nonsense. I know what you want to do. You are taking human lives lightly. If this is reported, what will happen? Do you want me to teach you a lesson?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The expressions of the villagers were as cold as ice. The butcher suddenly stood up and walked over with the bloody butcher's bag.
The villagers also gathered around with sickles and hoes.
"Snap"
A loud slap, followed by several kicks.
The old man's face flushed red as he cursed: "What are you doing! Are you trying to rebel? Get out! Go back, I'll tell them!"
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